I left the basement. Locked the hatch. Webbed the door behind me, double-layered with fireproof filament. Then climbed out the back window, no footprints, no prints on the latch.
Killgrave would scream, piss himself, and slowly rot into silence.
Not one court in this country would care. The legal system didn't save people like Jessica. It saved men with smirks and alibis. I was the correction.
Jessica was outside, hugging herself. I didn't get close just in case, but went to find a car. I jumped in, stared at the ignition like it would teach me how to drive through osmosis.
"Shit. I can't drive. Can you?"
She looked at me like I asked if raccoons made good nannies.
I wasn't joking.
She rolled her eyes, climbed in without another word. Started the car. She adjusted the mirror and peeled off like this was not her first time ditching a house with a body in the basement. "My aunt taught me."
Now that I got a good look at her, she didn't look old. My age, at most. Seventeen. Maybe eighteen. Skin looked like it had seen sun once, but not often. Hair tied in a lazy ponytail, blue streaks still glowing under the dome light. Hands on the wheel. Calloused.
High school student. Probably.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
I punched the address into the GPS. It was a warehouse I found a while back. Had a working heater. Far enough from the main roads that no one asked questions.
"Do you have anywhere to go?" I asked, eyes still on the road as she drove like she was born in New York traffic.
She nodded. "Aunt."
"Good. Stay with them. Talk to people. Try to live like normal even if it isn't. He is gone. He can't come back. Don't let him decide what comes next."
She tapped the turn signal. "You sound like a bad therapist."
"I am. So go see a real one. Just talk. Helps."
She snorted.
[System]: Mmm~ sugar, that was the most emotionally constipated therapy session I've ever seen. I am proud of you.
I ignored it.
The drive lasted another fifteen minutes. We reached the warehouse. Front gate still rusted half-shut. I slipped out first. She parked then followed.
I led her inside. The place still looked like a half-finished apocalypse bunker. Broken vending machines. Half a pool table. An old mattress I webbed together with padding and a heating coil from a busted dryer. A portable sink.
She looked around. "This your Batcave?"
"No. This is the closet I hide my monsters in."
I went to the back room. Brought out a bottle of water and a protein bar.
She took both.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
She leaned back. Rolled the bottle between her palms. "I am Jessica. By the way."
"Spider."
(.)(.)
After twenty minutes, she stood.
"You going to follow me?"
"No."
"Good."
She opened the door. Then paused.
"If I want to thank you... how do I find you?"
I looked at her.
I threw her a burner.
She nodded.
Then she left.
[System]: Mmm~ dramatic exits and cryptic heroes. Someone's going to write fanfic about this moment.
I left the warehouse. It was burned. Useless. Another person had seen the inside, breathed the same air, took a bottle from my stash. That was enough. It was done. I would not return.
I sprinted three blocks, took a web swing off the streetlamp near the pawn shop, landed behind a trash bin with a dead rat under it. Rolled my wrist. Hoodie mode. The suit peeled off my skin. Hood draped down, sleeves appeared, jeans slid into place. I stepped out of the alley like I had just taken a piss, not beat a predator into early hell.
I rushed school. It was already close to dawn by the time I found that girl at the bunker, following all those people all the way to Killgrave took hours. I usually didn't stick that late, but it was an opportunity I could not miss. Aunt May was probably worried I was not in my bed, but I would bullshit later. Now I had to make it to school.
The hallway still smelled like floor wax and teenage hormone. I ducked into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, then dried off using a paper towel from inventory. Yeah, no. I've seen what these animals do to towels, soap, and anything else in the toilets.
First class was calculus. The teacher was already there, sleeves rolled up like he was about to wrestle the whiteboard into submission. I slid into my seat without a word. Gwen was already there, head down, copying whatever was written on the board. She glanced up, gave me a quick once-over, then turned back to her notes.
Cassie showed up next. She sat one row over, chewing gum and tapping her nails to annoy anyone in the earshot. She gave me glanced, suggestive smiles but seeing no response, turned back to her phone.
Teacher launched into the lesson. Something about derivatives and limit functions. I opened my notebook, copied the formulas down. Not that I planned to use them. System already had a cheat sheet coded into a visual overlay. I could blink twice and get the answers in real time. I kept that off. Had to at least pretend to be a normal student.
[System]: Mmm~ sugar, three new donation notes. One says "Marry me, Spider Daddy." Another says "Will you web me up next?" And the last? "Take my college fund and destroy crime with it."
Total balance just passed four thousand.
I blinked the message away.
Lunch came fast. I was halfway through deciding between the mystery burrito or the slightly less radioactive fries when Cassie grabbed me by the sleeve and yanked. She dragged me straight past the cafeteria, through the side hallway, and into the gym. Then she pushed open the door to the girl's locker room.
She pulled me in with one hand, locked the door behind us with the other, then slammed her mouth onto mine like she was starving and my face was the buffet. Her breath was hot, tongue already pushing in, hips flush against mine. No foreplay, no buildup. Just raw hunger. I barely blinked before her hand was already inside my jeans, grabbing my cock like she was taking roll call and needed proof of attendance.
"You been ignoring me," she said, between kisses. "You have no time to fuck my brains out?"
She dropped to her knees. Fast. Pulled my jeans down, then took me in her mouth before I could respond. Warm. Wet. Deep. Her throat hugged the tip like it missed me. She moaned and I felt it in my spine. She was sucking me like she had a deadline and I was the only thing standing between her and an F.
[System]: Mmm~ school slurpers. Blowjobs in buildings built with public funds. Your taxes at work, baby.
Cassie gagged once, then pulled back. A line of spit clung between her lip and my cock. She stroked it twice. Licked the head. Then went back in, deeper this time. She bobbed her head fast, one hand on my thigh, the other cupping my balls like they were sacred.
She pulled off again. Wiped her mouth with her wrist. "I want you to ruin me before lunch ends."
"Don't you have class after this?"
She nodded. "I will walk while dripping. I don't care. They already think I am a slut."
"You are."
She grinned. "So make it worth it."
I bent her over the nearest bench. Pulled her skirt up. No panties. She came ready. Wet and slick. I slid in easy. Her moan bounced off the lockers.
[System]: Mmm~ acoustic excellence. Echoes of regret, sex edition.
I grabbed her hips. Slammed in harder. Her ass bounced back. She clawed the bench, tried not to scream. I didn't slow down. Her pussy gripped me tight, pulling, begging for every inch. She turned her head, biting her arm to keep quiet.
I pulled out. Flipped her over. Lifted her onto the bench. Spread her legs. She was soaked.
I pushed back in. Deeper. Her legs wrapped around me. Her breath hitched.
"Harder," she whispered.
I gave her what she wanted.
The bench squeaked under us. She started shaking. Her nails dug into my back. Her lips parted, moaning silent syllables that only made sense to her hormones. I felt her pulse through my cock. Her orgasm hit fast. She arched back, her legs locked stiff. Eyes opening wide.
I kept going.
She came again.
By the third time, she was limp. Just laying there, twitching with every thrust like I was jolting her nerves into static. Her hair stuck to her forehead, mascara smudged, lips swollen. Perfect mess.
I pulled out. Jerked twice. Came on her stomach. Thick, hot, across her skin in three heavy ropes.
She panted as she scoped it up to devour. "That is mine."
I grabbed a gym towel and iped her down, then tossed it into inventory. She sat up, fixing her hair. Slid her skirt back down as she licked her lips.
"I am obsessed with your dick."
"I noticed."
She looked all over me, head tilted, she was weighing her next jump... now, or later. Her eyes tracked from my belt back to my face like she was calculating distance, trajectory, and whether her legs could survive another round. Voice low, hoarse from sucking and screaming, she asked, "What have you done to me?"
I gave her the grin that made girls sign poor decisions with their bodies and flipped into a casual pose. One foot propped on the bench, fingers brushing through my hair. "Touched the reset button. You are no longer the attention whore you once were."
Cassie blinked, then grinned slow like her brain needed time to process humiliation before it turned her on again. She bit her lower lip. Her legs still shook, her thighs twitching every time I moved. She leaned closer, breathing still ragged, "Then what am I now?"
I slapped her butt. "You are my whore now."
She giggled. Kissed my cheek. Smelled like strawberries and cum. "I am." Then walked out without looking back, hips swingin.
The locker room was still thick with her scent. I cleaned up fast. Wiped the cum slick off the bench with a gym towel, tossed it into inventory. Checked the floor. No drops. No stains. No DNA trail for horny janitors or nosy teachers. I pulled my jeans back up, zipped, and walked out.
[System]: Mmm~ school sluts and post-nut stealth. You are living the teenage dream.
Hallway was quieter now. Bell rang while I was mid-thrust. Class started without me. I ducked back in like I was supposed to be there. Gwen raised an eyebrow. Didn't comment. Just slid a worksheet across my desk.
I copied the answers without a word. My handwriting was still shaky. Probably from the blowjob or the part where I nearly drowned her in nut. Either way, I doubted anyone would notice. This school barely noticed when Flash punched a vending machine last week and screamed about rigged M&M packs.
(.)(.)
Next day, as I was about to leave, I saw two people walking in. One was Jessica. The other was a black girl with her. Older black woman followed them inside, clutching a paper bag like it held something holy or cursed. She had that kind of look moms get when they have seen some shit and made peace with it by punching it in the face.
I looked closer.
Then stopped.
That girl?
She looked like MJ.
See Jessica's images in Chapter Images.
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