🅁🄴🄼🄾🅁🅂🄴 𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝐿𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 4

Your POV {Flashback}

⚠️GRAPHIC⚠️

I drove as far as my little car could take me, stopping to refill my gas tank twice. During the ride, I would pull over to the side of the road at random places, especially places where I knew the edge of the highway dropped off.

When I stopped, I would pull out a bone with a gloved hand, and throw it as far as I could. I did this for many, many, many miles. I scattered them all throughout my state. I'd have a couple about a mile apart, and then have one a hundred miles away. With the human remains being scattered like this, it would be difficult and challenging for the authorities. Not to mention that a wild dog, wolf, or coyote would carry off the remain, miles and miles away from where it was originally planted. If I was lucky, the animal might bury it.

I was finally finished getting rid of all of the evidence, and I was on the home stretch. I didn't have to worry about my father worrying where I was, since he worked 24 on, 24 off at an aluminum plant about two hours away from home. I didn't like him having to drive that far just for work, but it paid well, and he enjoyed the work, so I let it slide.

When I pulled into the dirt driveway, I sighed in relief at seeing the house come into view. I parked my car and went back to the pig sty, to see all five pigs fast asleep.

The pigs usually got scraps from
leftovers, and with my mom being gone, it left me to do all of the cooking. I wasn't that good of a cook, so my dad and I would usually opt out for a microwave dinner, or takeout. Since there wasn't much left scraps wise, the pigs didn't get much to eat. The lack of food has caused them to become skinny and emaciated. This was the first time they had gotten a good meal in a while. I let a sadistic smile come across my face. Maybe they wouldn't ever have to go hungry again. And besides, a flame lit up within me while I was bashing the man's face in.

My dear ol' sals would never have to have their poor stomachs growl again.

**END GRAPHIC SCENE**

Your POV {End Flashback}

My eyelids fluttered open at the sound of muffled voices arguing. The sound of a heavy door slamming made me jump, and I was wide awake. I looked up, to see Loki standing tense across from a tall and muscular blonde man.

I didn't catch a lot of what they were saying, as nothing makes sense in the morning, but also because my head felt as if it was about to explode. My head only got worse as their voices rose. In reality, they were probably talking at normal level, but my head made everything multiply tenfold.

I turned around to face my cell, remembering last night's events, and scrunched my nose to see the mess still there. Just the thought of puke made my stomach flip. I let out a quiet whimper and held my stomach as I felt the bile rise in my throat. Both of the men turned around just in time to see me heave up a thick substance. Blood.

"Oh dear. Y/n?" Loki came rushing over to me, and I heard the cell door open.

I heard the blonde man speak hurriedly to someone, but there was no one in the room. Soon enough, a medium-height brunette man came rushing in, along with Tony. The man rushed over to where Loki was crouched in front of me, and Loki moved to sit on the cot beside me as the man assessed me. I was in a daze as the man spoke to me, and I didn't hear much of what he was saying. I didn't even register the fact that I had thrown up another time, a larger amount of blood coming out.