Protective ~ Loki x OC

Part sixteen//disobey.

Warning - Violence & Blood

*One week after Prom.*

Olesia had stayed in her room, not allowing anyone to enter. Ever since getting drugged, she resents Zemo. With a passion. She hasn't talked to him since the night of Prom, every time he tries she screams until he leaves. Zemo ordered one agent outside her door to guard.

He was kind enough to give her a nice room, and feminine products, as well black pants and a blue shirt. As her period started again just two days ago. The room had freshly blue painted walls. She'd prefer a dark green, but besides the point. The room had light wood floors, matching the ceiling. There was a double bed, with an intricately designed bed frame.

It looked almost like a painting, the curves and lines making a design. The same design on the back, although the bed is bolted to the floor. The bedding was a soft white sheet set, a large comforter matched with four pillows.

There was a dresser in the corner, next to the window. It had four drawers, filled with clothes. Two lamps on the top, with a picture in between each. Of Olesia and Zemo, his favorite. Her window was low to the floor, and large enough that she could sit comfortably.

She's spent a lot of her time next to the window, she'll grab a pillow, and sit against the frame. Pulling the curtain across, so she's secure and safe for a few minutes. The view she has of Italy is absolutely spectacular. The only thing she truly likes about this kidnapping.

Her bathroom is small, with a small shower, with glass doors. A toilet sits next to the small sink; her sink had a total of five items. Toothbrush, her period supplies, toothpaste, hairbrush, face wash. Other than that, she has two in one shampoo and conditioner, and a cheap body wash.

Olesia had woken up, but she was exhausted and stayed in bed all morning. She hasn't been in any contact with anyone other than Zemo, for a week. She's used to taking time away from friends and family for her mental health, but it's usually just a day. She always knows they're just on the other side of her door, now not so much.

Olesia just wants to be with her family again, she misses the laughs, the jokes. Hel, she misses being thrown in the pool, she just wants to be back with her big family. They never all lived in the compound, but when they did. It was the best.

Everyone would joke, poke fun at each other. She would feel happy, and those weeks were always the best. The weeks between fights, the weeks before threats, the weeks she didn't think about her love life, her troubles.

Those weeks were the ones that everyone was happy with, even her parents didn't think of their troubles. Everyone simply enjoyed each other's presence, the jokes and sarcasm that would flow through the compound, the random screams, or the running away from a person, it was all she thought of.

She hadn't eaten much since being here, only receiving one meal a day. Which consisted of mashed potatoes, boiled carrots, and an oily pork chop. Olesia would eat the potatoes, but that's it.

She knew after she returned, everyones going to baby her. Ensuring she's okay every five minutes, it's the only thing as of the moment, that's keeping Olesia from trying her hardest to break out. That, and she already tried.

After the first day, she got her powers back. So naturally, she ran out of her room. She got to the end of the building and just as she was about to leave, the alarms went off. Making everyone around her stop her and bring her back.

She hasn't tried since.

"Olly." Zemo says, Olesia grumbles and looks to the door.

"Out." She says, moving the pillow under her head. The blanket was kicked off her body as it was unbearably warm.