"Fuck."

It's the first and only word that she can find to describe the situation that she's in. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Jessica Jones has had a lot of bad nights that lead into bad mornings but this is...

This is something entirely different. She remembers going to bed last night with her clothes on, a bottle of something tucked under her chin, and now she's waking up naked in a forest.

"Fucking fuck, what the — "

Climbing to her feet, she looks around. Her head pounds and her stomach roils. Jessica bends over, hands on her knees like she's going to vomit but manages to hold it in.

It's cold. She shivers and curls her toes into the earth, dirt squishing between her toes. She doesn't stand there long before she starts walking. She's not going to get anywhere just standing there like a dumb shit and she needs to find out what the hell's happened.

Eventually, she finds the town. Jessica Jones is a lot of things but she's not shy so she doesn't give two shits that she's naked. She doesn't want to stay like this but no one seems to care that she's walking around like she is. Had she stumbled into some nudist colony? Gotten drunk and wandered way, way far from home?

More questions than answers at this point. She keeps walking, trying to figure out where she can get some clothes and where she can get a drink. Not necessarily in that order.

She refuses to put on the collar. It doesn't matter how many encourgement and urging she gets, it's not happening. She's not going to wear anything that makes her think of a past that still haunts her or gives anyone an idea that she can be owned. She'd rather die.

Her "compromise", if you can call it that, is to hold it and if one more person tries to tell her to put it on, she's going to beat them with it and leave their body for the wolves.

Jessica doesn't even want to be here. This whole thing is like some hallucination that she can't get out of. She's being fucked with and she doesn't like it. That nauseous feeling from earlier has never really left but she's doing a good job of keeping any discomfort off her face.

Disdain and disgust? No, you'll definitely find those if you look her way. What she wants is a drink but she keeps walking by booths with food, vendors that try and sell her shit that she doesn't want except —

Her stomach rumbles a bit. She's nauseous but she's hungry which is just great. To both satisfy the hunger and to shut up the shrill calls of the vendors, she picks up a goat heart satay and starts eating it. It's not bad. Definitely not the microwaveable shit she eats back home.

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