Sanctuary

Ch 5 - Laceration

Day 1

Loki could honestly say this was a first. Sad to say he knew this would be the first of many. In all years he'd only been so lucky. To have never felt the cold shackles latch his dainty wrists until now. This confounded collar around his neck would take time to get used to. Even now as he lay there motionless he could feel it getting tighter. Squeezing his jugular although he knew better. He could hear a chain latch to it as well. The links made a blood curdling sound as they were laced through the table at the base of his neck.

His heart thudded off in his chest in pace with his rapid breaths. He would never get used to the feeling that arose in his chest as his hands were fixated at his sides. Not that he could tug against the restraints in his current state. The cables that tied him down were fixed to the floor to ensure there was no wiggle room. The cuff edges dug into his skin as they pulled against him.

Loki waited patiently, not that it was his choice. Still he remained, listening to the back and forth scurry feet of creatures around him as they procured miscellaneous tools. No matter what he heard. He refused to let it show on his face but it was nerve wracking laying there. He faked it well. Latching onto whatever remained of his strong demeanor. He could only guess what would be coming next. The sounds of steel scraping the floor elevated his anxiety.

He started to realize there was something eerily familiar about this situation; only in reverse. He'd been involved in this sort of work; torture was a big thing on Asgard. War crime was their favorite pastime. Keeping the peace they called it. But they were no saints. Neither was he. Loki was one gifted in those regards. Given his skills and magic he was great at obtaining information, among other things. They tended to lean more towards the side of enjoyment rather than actually obtaining information. Come to think about it, more often than not. He never imagined he'd become a test subject. This was karma.

He smiled thinking about it. His thoughts were at war. The screams echoed every so often with him but he eventually blocked them out. Yet now they returned with a vengeance, haunting his still form as he waited for the same treatment. Loki's heart was in his throat still he forced his breathing to calm. Always easier said than done.

His capture noticed this, leaning in close. Relishing in his stifled panic. He grinned, mouth full of rancid yellow teeth, a cover over his eyes like an executioner's hood. Still Loki could feel his eyes on him. Peering into his soul. He didn't say another word. Just taking in Loki's facade.

A pathetic imputiant creature he thought. He didn't understand why they could advance without him. Either way it was not his place to question his process, only carrying out his orders. He scoffed, wondering how many days it would take to break this one's spirit.

The Other backed away, disappearing through the open doorway, allowing it to swing behind him. The slam resonated in the open space which signified it was play time.

It was painstaking how long it took for the paralysis to wear off. Subconsciously counting down until he could move his fingers. By the time he could turn his head away from the light the preparations had been made. A halo seared into his vision, followed his wandering eye as he glanced into the dark. Useless for the only thing he could see were the shadows of grotesque creatures gathered around him. All with some kind of tool in hand.

Made aware one of them made the first move and something sharp ran the length of his chest. Blood beaded along the line in his flesh. He grit his teeth allowing the feeling to roll off, it would be their goal to procure a reaction out of him. He clenched his fist, eyeing his assailant and smiled.

"That tickles." Loki scoffed.

He held a habit of joking in situations of which he had no control. It was a defense mechanism after all that he'd honed well over the years. Alas he wasn't very threatening. Much like a barking dog now beaten. They elected to ignore him. Silence the only answer he received as he lay there desperately trying to ignore the burning sensation as another blade sliced his flesh, coiling around his side. Loki grit his teeth, rearing against his restraints as the feeling blossomed into something unbearable.