Am I... The Villian? {~Book One~} {~2021-2022~}

Chapter Twenty Four: {~What's the point of anything anymore~}

{~01/08/2022~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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**Mentions of abuse, self degrading thoughts, abuse, eating disorders, hinting to sexual assault**

Third Person Pov~
"Eat." The asgardian soldier demanded as he threw the plate to the floor before the shattered God. Watching as he done nothing more then flinch as the plate hit the ground, the food having slid off and splattered across the already filthy floor. Moments of silence were shared as Loki refuged to budge, refuged to even bat an eye towards the meal. Despite having his so called 'punishment' for lying removed no more then a couple hours ago, Loki couldnt bring himself to eat even if it had been months since he ate a complete meal. Only having had a couple spoon fulls of soup here and there as that was all he could eat with his mouth knitted shut.

Loki no longer had an abietite for food of any kind. The entire idea of eating left him with this ill, unwanted sensation festering in the pits of his stomach. So when the guard scoffed in annoyance due to the fact Loki wasn't eating, all the God could do was mutter out a barely audible apology. Flinching at the faint ring his voice placed upon his bloodied ears.

Though little to Loki's knowledge, the guard hadn't cared. His soul purpose was to get Loki to eat that disgusting slop, which was fitting for a worthless prisoner such as the one laid out before the guard. So without another word, the man raised his foot. He pressed it to Loki's head, forcing the God to bow down before him. Despite that having been a amusing sight, that wasn't his intentions. He continued to push the unwilling to fight back God's face into the muck holding it there in attempts to get the God to eat.

When Loki's once heavy breathing grew silent the guard once more scowled, kicking his foot off to the side causing Loki's weak and unmoving body to tumble off to the side. Mashed potatoes and gravy having been sprawled across his face with little chunks of lamb mixed in. It was the left overs from the palace's most recent dinner. Loki couldnt help but clutch his stomach as he laid lifelessly upon the floor. Sure his head was currently killing him with this relentless, throbbing pain. Though his stomach was currently burning from the inside out. It felt tight, and it only seemed to tighten as he laid there.

Loki felt his throat closing up, a burning sensation resigning in the plump and sore flesh that seemed to stretch disgustingly around his pre-existing slim figure that was his body. The man had vomited not long after, wiping his face with the back of his left hand while his other clutched the sore base of his throat. After awhile puking became dry hacking as he didnt have much else to vomit up.

The man stayed hunched over, gasping for a few short moments before collecting himself. Or trying to at least. Forcing a hand through his hair, he pushed aside the sweaty locks that feel in front of his face. His other hand's wrist rubbed sorely at his eyes. His body slowly shifted so he was kneeling once more.

Loki felt tightness around his neck as his knife fell towards the ground, his body having been lifted up and into the air where it was then held in place with strong hands. He could feel the soul crushing pain that the man's gigantic hand brought to his neck. Could feel how it slowly applied more and more pressure. He could barely breath. Scratch that, he couldn't breath at all.

"Your nothing more then a insolent swine, your worthless, pathetic, weak! You should be thanking me for ending this miserable thing you call a life." The man had snarled out, his voice loud and powerful as he spoke. His hand continued to tighten, only stopping when an idea seemingly procured in his mind. His grasp loosened and his wicked smirk spread. "You know, there's a human child with frost giant genes roaming the earth as we speak. I wonder where he came from."