Yes Master 2

Chapter Thirty-One

Anita was beside herself. She was drowning in her grief. Her whole body was quaking. She was panting and her chest felt tight. Warm, salty tears were running down her cheeks.

She looked up at Loki with alarm. His eyes were fixed intently on her, his lips curled up in a slight smile. Nicole stood a few feet away from him, surprise and concern evident on her face.

"Fascinating. You watched your father die right before your eyes," said Loki.

"Wha...w-w-what did..." She could hardly speak. She was mortified from what she had just witnessed. Again.

"I made you relive the worst moment of your life."

"Don't...d-don't...ever..."she could not form a complete sentence. She was in shock.

"Amazing, is it not? I have the ability to make you relive any moment of your life. That means I can make you experience every single unpleasant moment you have ever had of your now deceased father. Every one."

"No..." she muttered.

"Or I could just make you relive your father's death over...and over...and over again."

"No!" she said, this time much louder. She bowed down at his feet. "Not again! I'm sorry. I'll do anything. Just...just don't...don't do it again. Please."

He looked down at her darkly. "You will do anything?"

"Yes! Anything. I swear. Anything you want."

His smile morphed into a sickening smirk. "Is that so? I am not convinced. Show me that you mean what you say."

"How?"

"I presume you know how." He looked over at the tub and then back at her wet, puffy face.

She still did not want to take off her dress and get in the tub but she felt that she had no choice anymore. If she refused, Loki would make her relive the most painful, traumatizing moment of the nineteen years she had been alive again.

She had to comply.

She put her fingers on the zipper of her dress that went up her back. She reluctantly began to unzip it, looking up at Loki all the while with wet eyes.

"Please...d-don't make me do this. P-Please..." she begged, continuing to unzip the back of the dress.

Loki paid her no attention. His eyes were locked on her.

Nicole at this point wanted to leave and go back to her chambers. She was not enjoying watching Loki torment Anita. Although she had punched her in the nose and gave her a hard time, Nicole pitied her.

Anita had finished unzipping the dress. As soon as she did, the dress slid off of her shoulders and fell off of her body, leaving her in only her underwear.

"Remove that too," he said gently.

A sob escaped her mouth. "I-I don't want...please. Please. Please."

"Now."

She sobbed again, shed several tears, and moved to take them off. She removed them, leaving her fully exposed. She burned with humiliation.

"Get in the tub," he commanded.

She stood up from the floor and got into the tub. The water was frigid. It made her shiver violently.

"Bathe yourself."

She did not bother to beg anymore. She simply complied. She sloshed the water onto herself, weeping all the while.

"This is what I have wanted for months. You, subservient. Wholly subservient," he said.

Her crying grew more forceful. She whimpered like a scared puppy.