Avenge me

-Chapter 2-

Irina's pov:

It is quiet for about two seconds. They the lights turn on, and a black figure appears. That is the only thing I see before the figures knocks me out.

I wake up, I don't know how long after, in a basement looking room. My hands and feet are tied, and I have a piece of, what I believe it to be gaffe tape, on my mouth. I twist and turn. Everything hurts. It almost feels like a horrible night of sleeping incredibly wrong. You know that numb kind of pain you feel when your foot is sleeping. That is what it feels like.

As I am trying to get out off the ties, by twirling around like an idiot, I notice how the room is decorated. I can't see much, but I can see outlines, and figures. Honestly it is really creepy. There is almost no light. On the walls, are various dear heads. How strange, I think to myself. What the hell is this place. A slight breeze flow in from above, and I look up to find a vent.

*No wonder it was so cold* I think to myself. That was when I noticed, that it was freezing in here. It feels like I am in a freezer. I slowly try to get up, but my whole body is sore. *What the hell did they do to me!* I carry on trying, and eventually I sit up. A door suddenly swings open and the light blasts through. Now that the room is lit up I can now clearly see my surroundings. The cold, as I guessed it, it coming from not only that vent, but the whole celling full of them. What the hell. This is a freezer!

"Argh, I see that you are awake. That is a little early dear. I might have to knock you out again" says the man dressed in all black coming down the two steps to the door. My stomach twists. What in the seven gods of shit is going on.

"I don't know who you are, and I really don't care, but you have got the wrong girl. I have no business here. Now please let me go you crazy psycho!" I shout at the top of my lungs. I am many things, but shy and psychological overwhelmed are not one of them. I am not the type to chicken out. I also think that might be the reason that I don't have a boyfriend. My confidence scares them.

"Wow okay. I mean I try to be nice but you got to give attitude. My anger issues are not used to this disobedience, so I must apologies if I hurt you in anger. I guess you should just learn how to SHUT UP"

I fall back in fear. I have seen anger before, but never like his. What in the hell was wrong with this dude. The worst thing is, is that he looks to be a little older than me. About 3-4 years older. The way he talks makes him look insane.

"Uhh sure. Well what do you want then?" He smiles, and I don't blame them, there was no confidence in that.

"I can feel you nervousness from here. I need you to shut up and be quiet. You will know soon enough, what I want you for"

He leaves me, still so very confused in this cold freezer. I was so focused on not loosing eye contact, that I didn't realize it was getting colder and colder by the minute. I knew that I would die within a few hours if I stayed in here. I couldn't feel my fingers. You know that feeling when it was so cold out, that when you need to do something it's like you don't have control over your fingers at all. I slowly start to feel tired. My whole body feels more and more numb by every second. I swear if I closed my eyes for more that 2 seconds I would fall asleep. I try and keep awake, with all the force I have back in me. But it is useless. I doze away.

I don't know how long I have been asleep but not long. I hear yelling and the faint sounds of a metal thud. My eyes swing open, as the door does the same. I try to focus my sight on the person standing in the door way. At first I can't see a thing but slowly my sight returns and I now see the outline of a very familiar person standing before me.

"Who the hell are you" His voice spoke.

"Uhh I am it is non of you business" I snare.

"Why would they keep you in here... You don't look very special. But oh well, come with me, they must keep you in here for a reason" he ordered.

"I don't know who you think are-"

"I am Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief"

You laugh "Well Loki Laufeyson, sorry to disappoint you but the only place I am going is home"

His smile disappear almost immediately. "Well be prepared to die in here then"

He leaves me speechless, and I just sit there looking at him while he closes the door.

*What a prick* I think to myself. It was starting to get cold again and my fingers turn icy. My eyes shut open and I start to freak out.

"Wait! Don't leave me in here! I'll die!"

"Yeah sherlock that was the idea"

"Wait please open!"

"Hmm let me think... No"

"Loki please... I'll go with you"

The door flies open and there he stood, in all his glory. Little did I know that was the worst decision I could have made. I should have stayed in there. He storms over to me and takes me by the arm. As he touches my cold sore body, the warmth from him fingers tingle your whole body. A faint 'mphm' leaves my mouth and my eyes roll back in your head. He stops and looks at me with a questionable look. He looks disgusted at me. I still can't help yourself and I embrace the man. Every last inch of me is touching this dashing man. He stands in shock and looks right into the cold thin air. His warmth soon consumes me and I almost feel a smile make it's way onto my face. After about 10 seconds, he aggressively pulls me back and shoves me against the wall. I face against the wall. His mouth is right beside my ear. His hot and almost burning breath brushes against my soft cold skin.

"I don't think you understand this situation we're in mortal" He says in anger. His voice deep and amusing almost makes me shiver. He then turns me to face him. He puts his warm hand on my neck and squeeze's. I gasp for air

"If you ever touch me again, I will kill you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I am sorry" I say with all the air I have left in my lungs, but it almost sounds like a moan. I can't help it. His warm body against mine feels amazing and quiet safe. Until his harsh deep voice spits in my ear. Even though the heat almost makes the fear I have for him disappear, it is very much still there. Even though I fear for my life. I try to wrestle free but he won't let go. He stares into my eyes. I stare back. For a brief moment we just stand there, before I look down. What a creep. He starts to let go of my neck. He stares with a stone cold look in his eyes. He finally let's go and I fall to the ground. I take a hand to my neck while gasping for air. Struggling to find it, but slowly my breath is steady. I try to stand. Every cell in my body is weak. The audacity of that man! I seriously wanted to rip off his head. I get up and go the the nearest metal wall. In the faint reflection I can see the bruises he left. I gasp in shock. I turn around and slide my head to the left to show him the bruises.
"What the fuck!" I exclaim. "What is wrong with you" it hurts to talk but I can just squeeze out the words.
"Get over it" he says. He rolls his eyes and grabs my arm.
"Let go off me, you psycho" I wrestle free "I can walk myself" he growls and storms out the now much less ice cold giant freezer.