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Wilson Fisk would do anything for Vanessa, even spare the life of his greatest enemy. Tonight in the penthouse had not gone according to plan, with the feds closing in, and being forced to flee his beloved Hell’s Kitchen. But…the evening did yield a valuable consolation prize. Wilson took a sip of bourbon as he stole a glance at the unconscious devil. His hands and feet were bound despite having enough drugs in his system to incapacitate an elephant. Wilson Fisk was not taking any chances. Especially with Vanessa.
Vanessa absentmindedly stroked the hair at the base of the devil’s neck as she smiled. “You’ll see Wilson, what I have planned will be far more satisfying of a fate for Mathew than death would be.” She cupped the sleeping man’s face in a perverse form of affection. “Mathew is one of a kind…art in motion.” She looked back to Wilson. “And imagine how good it will feel to return to Hell’s Kitchen with the devil by your side.”
The kingpin took a sip to hide the smile. He was concerned when he let Vanessa into his world that his darkness would scare her away. What he found instead was a beautiful darkness within her that rivaled his own. She turned her attention back to the sleeping man and continued to stroke his hair. “Mathew has showed his hand already…that he would give anything to protect the ones he cares for.” She tugged non to gently and earned a small gasp from the sleeping man before she returned to stroking his hair. Subconsciously Matt leaned into the touch with a sigh, and Vanessa’s smile turned dangerous. “Mathew is well aquatinted with pain…in fact I bet he thinks he deserves it.” She turned back towards her husband “But pleasure? Gentleness? These are traits he is not accustomed to and will be the key to breaking his iron will.”
She withdrew her hand and Wilson watched in awe as Mr. Murdock tried in vain to seek out the touch that had abandoned him. “This combined with threats against those friends of his….is what will truly shape him into what we want him to be.”
Vanessa returned to gently petting the devil’s hair. “And he is quite beautiful isn’t he Wilson? It would be a shame to let that beauty go to waste.”
Wilson took a sip. Whatever Vanessa wanted, Vanessa would receive, and Vanessa wanted the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen to be theirs. He was not going to deny her, and he was not going to deny the jolt of pleasure the idea of breaking the unbreakable man would bring.
“I agree, Vanessa…he is, as you said, fine art.”
Vanessa leaned forward and kissed Wilson passionately, as Matthew Murdock enjoyed his last few moments of blissful ignorance.