Jessica looked out across Hell's Kitchen - or rather, the part of Hell's Kitchen she could see from the balcony of the flat she shared with Kilgrave.

Her "lover" had left early in the morning to attend to some 'business' apparently, leaving Jessica with the company of his security. Wait, "lover"? With inverted commas?

With the hours that had passed, a small voice had started punching a hole in the back of her consciousness, desperately trying to break through. It was easy to ignore initially, like white noise, but it was gaining volume and Jessica's attention.
Jess. Jessica listen, please! You don't want to be here. You know it.

Her phone buzzes on the table and she sighs some sort of relief, to be able to focus on something other than her own common sense.

This is going to take a while. Sorry Jess. Help yourself to the fridge.
Kilgrave

Oh that's just charming. Screw him! Don't you see that you deserve better than this?

Jessica thought it over, before turning round and striding through the flat, towards the stairs, and also towards the security-Yes, yes!

"… I'm getting takeout." Jessica informed the approaching security guard.

… Well that's not what I meant, but I could go for Chinese.

Oriental music humming in her ear and munching through a steaming bowl of chow mein, the little murmur found its opportunity to speak again.

… That comment about the fridge, that wasn't an instruction, was it?

"Guess not." Jessica mumbled out loud.

You can hear me! Well, you can hear yourself… that doesn't sound the least bit insane.

"Leave me alone." Jess replied, a lot quieter than previously while scanning to see if anyone noticed her strange behaviour.

Okay, firstly, I can't. I AM you. The real you. Jess scoffed. Second, you know this isn't right. If you deserved Kilgrave or he deserved you (not that that matters) or if any of this was right you wouldn't be listening to me.

"No, the reason I'm listening to you is becau-" She forced back the words, unwilling to admit them here, now, or potentially ever.

… Because…?

"'Cos he hasn't told me not to."

Exactly. Oh, it's like an epiphany. Right, come on then Jessica, this is your chance to get out. You can take the security!

Jessica glanced over to the two typically huge security guards who stood just far enough to give Jessica (or anyone else) the illusion of them being alone, but really they're still hanging there and you know it.

A bit like me then? Her inner voice called.

It was true, she could take them, easily, and be out of suburb before Kilgrave even batted an eyelid. Clearly he didn't really care, now did he?

Give me one good example of when he ever cared about you. Without an instruction.

With the last spoon of Chinese delicacy gone, Jessica moved her hands underneath the table and clenched her fists.

She sprung up from her seat, flying over her table towards the first guy. After a quick sprint she leapt up, grabbed his head and cracked it onto the counter. He stumbled slowly back up, Jess using the time to spin round and gut-punch another security guard who had rushed over.

Glancing round the room, she had three more at the door to contend with, and she swung her fist upwards to crack the nose of the lumbering security figure behind her, sending him screaming to the floor. To ensure the deal was done, she landed her elbow at his groin as he went down, and then kicked the second guy who had approached her in a similar location.

By this point (as one would hope) the security at the front of the restaurant had noticed, most likely after the first guy's horrendous scream, and they started to cautiously approach her. A woman on the group's left, extended what looked like a baton, but didn't get the chance to use it as Jessica placed a hand against her head and swiftly kicked her legs out from underneath her, and she hit the floor on her side.

Jess wrenched the baton from her hands and moved to the other two, one a stout woman and the other a rather spindly man who looked like he got more than what he signed up for. She set to whacking them with the baton, using short strokes side to side and then landing punches up into their jaws. It didn't take too long for them to go down, but Jessica resolved to think about the most effective way to use such a weapon.

Meanwhile she sped out of the restaurant, and down the road to the right before setting to leap up onto a building before-
"Jessica? What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Shit, come up with something quick! "Running away." Of course, can't rely on you to do anything can I!

"Whatever from?" Jessica turned around and saw Kilgrave across the street.

Focus on me, this is real- "From you." For fu-

"I don't think you want to do that Jess. I can keep you safe, we've talked about this, yes?"

"We have." And I never believed you. Also, you don't get to call me that.

"Do you love me?" Kilgrave asked as he strode towards her.

"… No." Oh, this should be good!

Kilgrave's face contorted into some kind of disgust, and he whispered "Liar!" into her ear.

Easy for you to say…

They stood for a moment in silence, Kilgrave with the same grimace on his face looking her over, like she'd just relieved herself on the sidewalk. I'm thinking of 'relieving' all over his shoes right now.

Go, run, now! The voice screamed inside her head, but it was to no avail. Kilgrave broke their stupor the only way he knew how. "Come back with me, now, and I'll prove to you that you love me."

… How does that even work? Jessica's conscience whined, but then it was falling into the background. While Jessica agreed to return home, her true self begged for her to listen.

No, wait, please Jess, you know this isn't true, go get help from Trish please, just do SOMETHING JESSICA!

And then it was gone, and she was riding in the back of a blacked-out vehicle at Kilgrave's side.