Challenge #01101-C004: Simon Says...

Getting involved romantically with someone who has psychic powers can be... tricky.

You never know when her saying "I love you" just might become "You love me". -- Anon Guest

[AN: Why is it always a 'her' in these scenarios? You should watch Jessica Jones, Anon.]

"Come on," he said. "You know you love me." And just like that, all the rising bile at the situation... vanished. It evaporated like smoke. And in its place was nothing but love.

"Of course I love you," she said. The 'but' that would have next risen from her lips stopped on her tongue and choked off access for all further words.

"Good," he smiled. "Now let's forget about that silly argument and do something fun."

What argument? Had she been mad about something? It was so hard to remember anything but loving him. "What kind of fun?" she said.

He smiled like a shark. "The best kind," he said. "The expensive kind."

He would get everything he wanted, of course, and he would have fun. He would have fun despite the little voice inside her that was screaming about everything being wrong. He would even have fun with the part of her that tried and failed to resist him.

It was the very life that Killgrave had become used to.

Jessica followed in his wake. Obedient, but struggling not to be. She loved him. But it was nothing like a real love. And the part of her that was struggling was getting stronger.

One day, maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow... but one day... he would regret picking her as a victim.

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