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Jessica Jones and the Corpulent Crime Spree #3

Jessica Jones was not in a particularly good mood. She was currently chained to a chair, wearing the extremely tight costume of her friend, and she was in the grasp of the extremely dangerous kidnapper that she had been looking for relentlessly for the past couple of days. Of course, she couldn’t let the kidnapper know how much the situation was currently getting to her, so she did what she always did when situations started looking dour. She started running her mouth. “Smile for the cameras? Really leaning all in with the creepy fat fetish thing, aren’t you? I mean I would be kinda flattered if this wasn’t such a fucked up situation.” Jessica asked with a smirk, though the impact of her insult was quickly lowered at the lack of a response. Jess’ smirk quickly faded and turned to a frown. She was alone, nobody else was in the room, and she was currently talking to herself. Of course, she knew the kidnapper needed to be nearby, the older cameras she saw had to be turned off manually