Ch: 128 [Jessica Jones pt3] [Final]

Ch: 128 [Jessica Jones pt3] [Final]

Here you go 3 chapters together. I will take a few day break.

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As Jessica delivered the final blow, a sudden cloud of gas engulfed the area, its pungent odor permeating the air. She gasped, instinctively covering her mouth and nose, but it was too late. The sedative effects of the gas quickly took hold, and darkness descended upon her.

"Nighty, nighty," A mocking voice came to her ears just before the darkness.

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Jessica's groggy consciousness began to resurface. She blinked, her vision hazy and disoriented, only to find herself trapped inside a cramped container. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut — she was no longer in control, and Luke was nowhere to be seen.

What the hell happened? How did I end up here?

She strained against her restraints, her heart pounding with a mix of panic and frustration.

Arggg! These chains! Fuck!

But as she tested her strength, she discovered a devastating truth — her powers had been neutralized. The once formidable strength that had defined her was now rendered useless, leaving her vulnerable and trapped.

No, this can't be happening. I can't be powerless in a situation like this.

Her mind raced, searching for a way out. But as her gaze surveyed the container, she realized the full extent of her predicament. It wasn't just her freedom at stake; there were other sedated children trapped alongside her, innocent lives unknownly caught in the web of AMO.

Damn it! kids?! How many more were there?

Her eyes fell upon a small ventilation grate, barely larger than her finger, the only potential point of catching a glimpse outside. She struggled against her restraints, straining to reach the grate, but it was futile. The container was designed to keep her contained , to prevent any chance of escape.

Think, Jessica, think. There has to be another way out. I can't just sit here and let them take me to their facility.

Her mind raced through countless scenarios, seeking a solution, an opportunity to turn the tide in her favor. But with each passing moment, her frustration grew, knowing that time was slipping away, and her chances of rescue were dwindling.

Luke, where are you? I hope you're okay. We need to stop AMO, save those kids, and put an end to this nightmare. But right now, I need to focus on finding a way out of here, on my own.

Determined not to succumb to despair, Jessica kept her senses sharp, her eyes scanning every corner of the container for any potential weakness or clue. She knew that even in the darkest of moments, there was always a glimmer of hope, a chance to defy the odds and emerge victorious.

Just hold on, kids. I won't let AMO have their way with you. I'll find a way out, no matter what it takes.

As she tried to break free, another spray of gas from the ventilation grate took her consciousness.

Dr. Margaret Andrews... What kind of twisted experiments does she have in store for me?

The mention of her name sent shivers down Jessica's spine, instilling a sense of foreboding. She knew that her fate hung in the balance, subject to the whims of this enigmatic figure who seemed to hold enormous power within the facility.

A hushed conversation between two lab workers caught her attention. Their voices carried a mix of disbelief and alarm.

"Did you hear about Subject 0X? The rampage at the old Stars Lab? Dr. Arthur didn't make it."

Subject 0X... The name struck a chord within Jessica's memory, a faint echo of something significant.

"Their masterpiece... How did he regain his memories? The implanted ones should have overwritten everything."

Jessica's mind raced with questions. Who was Subject 0X, and how did he manage to escape the clutches of the facility? The mention of overwritten memories hinted at a sinister truth, a tale of manipulation and rebellion.

"...no trace of that freak... now those undead bastards."

As the conversation faded into the distance, Jessica's thoughts whirled with a mix of fear and intrigue. She had become entangled in a web of secrecy and experimentation, surrounded by forces far beyond her understanding.

Subject 0X... I hope you killed as man y as you could on your way out. Damn, it! If only I could recover my power somehow.

Her determination hardened, fueled by the knowledge that she was not alone in this fight. There were others who had defied the odds, who had dared to challenge the constraints imposed upon them. And she vowed to join their ranks, to forge a path of resistance against the oppressive regime that sought to control them.

After walking through the dark hallways, the guard stabbed a needle in her neck from behind.

Arrg! Wha... Fuck!

Jessica fell unconscious once again.

"Have a good sleep, sweetheart. Because very soon, we are going to fuck your tight holes after that lunatic Dr. Andrews has done grafting your body..." The guard said with a sadistic grin.

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AN: Done with Jessica's chs. You know what happened after that. Ophelia in the guise of Dr. Andrews met her on that operating table.

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