In an ordinary apartment, a woman with black hair was sleeping peacefully, and little by little she began to wake up.
Once she started to open her eyes, the first thing she found was the face of an exceptionally attractive young man with black hair bearing a white streak and blue eyes.
"Well, well, hello Sleeping Beauty. You are finally awake," he said as he looked at Jessica's sleepy face.
Suddenly, all traces of sleep disappeared as she sat up in bed.
"Where am I? What is this place?" she said while looking around, the place seeming very familiar, but she could not remember what it was.
"Where you are is easy to answer, and this place relates to the first question."
When Jess heard him, she turned to look at him and began to tremble slightly. Her pupils dilated. Smelling the air, he knew it was fear, making him sigh.
"Where you are is 485 W 46th St. You should recognize the address because it is the address of your apartment, and this place is your blessed apartment. You are home, Jessica."
"Home.... I am home~," he heard her whisper, and little by little some tears began to fall from her eyes.
For a few seconds he waited for her to vent silently.
Once she had completely vented, she dried her tears and looked at him cautiously, along with a little fear. In response he just smiled at her, making her calm down slightly.
But that mood did not last long because of the next word she said.
"And Killgrave?" she asked, fearful that this was a plan by the wretch, giving her false hope only to completely crush it and keep her captive.
"Do not worry. That wretch will not hurt you anymore. I made sure he is in a place where he will never get out."
"That is not true. He will get out. Sooner or later he will get out and he will come for me, and if it is not me it will be someone else. I have to stop him! I have to find him and kill him! I want him to pay for what he did to me! I want him to pay for everything, for what he did to me and the other girls!"
For minutes Jessica began to scream, cry, and curse Killgrave's name, every word and emotion charged with an absurd amount of unimaginable hatred, disgust, and anger.
He waited until she was calm enough to continue speaking.
"If you are done with your telenovela drama, I will show you where Killgrave is," he said, making Jessica's screams stop.
She looked at him fearfully, and when he moved his hand to a part of his belt, he saw her tense up, ready to attack if he did anything strange.
"Do not worry. I will not hurt you. Why would I save you if I was just going to attack you? Why would I heal you and dress you in something clean? If I wanted to do something to you, I would not bother dressing you, healing you, or even going to rescue you."
Upon hearing his words, she looked down and saw that she was wearing different clothes than before.
She also noticed the small detail that she was not wearing a bra or panties, causing her to frown, and then look at him.
"I am accused of being completely innocent, Your Honor," he said, raising both hands. Jessica's frown disappeared slightly.
"And why should I believe you? As far as I am concerned, you could be just like that other bastard. This could all be a mere illusion of freedom only to then take it away from me."
"I may be a demon, but even they have their limits, I think. I never met Lucifer to ask him, or Constantine, whom I doubt exists in this universe, so you do not have to worry, Detective~."
When he realized what he had said, he covered his mouth with his hand, but unfortunately she had already heard him.
'Damn it, why did I say that? By all the Eternals, I am starting to resemble Lucifer, and that is starting to worry me.'
"And why should I believe you? Because I am not just going to get out of this bed and beat you to a pulp and escape from this place simply because you said that to me."
"I do not know, you tell me," he said while shrugging, and she started giving him an angry look. "I am all kind and generous, and you are all stuck-up."
He saw her frown deepen as she slowly started to stand up. "Hey, calm down. I swear I will not do anything to you. You are the detective here. What did you study for then? You should know when someone is lying."
"How do you know that?" she said, then sat down on the bed while giving him an angry look.
"I investigated you, as well as all the girls Killgrave was involved with. Your academic achievements are all impressive, and you became a detective in record time. A true genius. You are not just beautiful and smart. You are the whole package, a complete accomplishment."
"Thank you. And sorry for my outburst earlier. I am not in my right mind, and I doubt I ever will be."
"Do not worry, Detective~. You are a rape victim."
Upon hearing this, he saw her shudder.
Her face went from shame to anger to hatred, then to something unreadable, and each one passed in an instant, finally settling on sadness and a slight fear that hid but did not reveal itself.
"Each of them has somewhat similar but very different behaviors. You have anger, rage, and hatred along with several negative emotions, possibly toward men or not, but the main emotion you have is anger. I recommend you see a psychologist and get anger management training, and do not resort to alcohol."
She nodded, her face showing annoyance.
He watched Jessica staring more intently at the sheets than at his face. The guilt must be much greater than she was showing.
If this is how she behaved over a simple argument, when she has a big fight she may end up in emotional shock, or do something she will regret in the future.
"Regarding your clothes, I did not change you. It was my robot assistant. I am a man, yes, but manners make a man. Unless it is absolutely necessary, I will not look. As for Killgrave, look Detective~."
He said this as her guilty expression increased when she realized she had not properly looked at her clothes.
"Stop calling me that. I lost that right a long time ago," she said with regret and sadness.
"To me you will always be Detective Jessica Jones. Come on, look, Detective~."