Kidnapped (Rewritten)

Chapter 4

I felt him lightly push me away from him and then let go of my wrist. I opened my eyes and looked around, avoiding looking at him. The room was very dimly lit, and completely empty. There wasn't a bed or even a window. I fell to my knees and started shaking and crying. Loki looked down at me. 

"Oh, you have no reason to be scared," he said, "I'm not going to hurt you."

I don't believe him, of course I don't. Why would he do all of this and not hurt me? He laughed and turned to walk out.

"I may be deceitful, but you can believe me with this," he said, "I need you alive."

He left and shut the door behind him, leaving me alone in the cold, dark room. Granted, I believe I would rather be alone in a cold, dark room than with him in a cold, dark room. I shivered, still sitting on the floor where I was left. I didn't know what else to do. What are you supposed to do when you've been kidnapped? I was so tired and my eyes burned from crying, so I curled up in the corner of the room. He could have at least given me my cow back. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, much sooner than I thought I would. It was lousy sleep, it didn't even offer an escape as all I dreamed about is what had just happened. 

I woke up a little later, no longer shivering. I had a blanket over me. All I could hope for is to open my eyes and be back at the mansion. Better yet, the top bunk of Peter's bed. With Peter awake on the bottom bunk studying or doing any of his normal nerdy things. When I opened my eyes, I found I wasn't so lucky. I saw the empty room around me, still dark and the door shut and locked. I turned onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. I heard the door open and light flooded into the room. I quickly closed my eyes, trying to look asleep. I heard the door close back, and I opened my eyes again. When I opened them, I saw Loki standing beside me. I flinched and sat up, pressing myself against the wall. 

"You can't fool me that easily, darling." 

I started shaking and looked as far from him as I could. 

"Can't even look at me, hm?" he said, "Tsk, even after I was so kind to bring you a blanket when you were shivering." 

I wrapped the blanket tighter around me. Why would he do that? I kept looking across the room, avoiding him as much as I could.

"Will this help?" he said, holding out my plush cow. "Hm?"

He shook her a little, making me look at her in his hand. I wanted to reach out and grab her, but my body wouldn't let me.

"All you have to do is look at me," he said. "Now that's not so hard, is it?"

He laughed, seeming to enjoy my anxiety. I didn't want to give in, I didn't want to play his game. But I need her so bad. I slowly looked at him, starting at his hands where he was holding her. I could feel my face blushing from anxiety as my eyes trailed up to his shoulders. Isn't that good enough...

"Not quite," he said as if he were answering my thoughts. "Just a little more, and you can have your silly little toy."

Shaking and fidgeting with the blanket around me, I looked at him. I looked him in the eyes for a split second and then back down. 

"Is that all you can do?" he sighed.

Please, please...

"Say that out loud and I might think about it."

The blood drained from my face. He can hear me. He laughed and shook his head.

"Such a weak mortal. She can't talk, or even look at me to get her precious thing back."

I felt my eyes fill with tears. He knelt down to my level and looked at me. 

"It can't be that difficult," he said.

He wasn't smiling anymore. He was looking at me with a look that said 'is it broken?' He reached out and turned my face to him, then tilted my chin up to look at him.

"There," he said, still locking eyes with me.

Not losing eye contact, he laid her in my lap. 

"You are broken." 

I didn't say that, but his mouth didn't move, either. My eyes got wide, and he smiled slightly. 

"You still don't believe me, but I'm not going to hurt you," He said as he ran his thumb over my cheek.

He stood up and started walking out. 

"I can't hurt her now," he whispered.

He closed the door behind him, and I was alone again. At least I had my cow. I stood up and walked around the room, clutching her to my chest. There wasn't much to see, then my eyes landed on the door. I walked over to it and jiggled the doorknob expecting it to be locked. Why even try? But then it turned. He didn't lock the door.