Captive (Loki Story 18+)

5

I sit by the window, the wisps of her shadow before me as she disipates back into my subconscious.

A sob escapes me as I curl into myself again.

I hate her.
I hate myself.
I hate my life.

Why can't my life be like every other mondaine human being's?

The door unlocks, my head immediately snapping towards it.

I watch as the door opens and a fully dressed Loki walks through it, closing it behind him.

"Get up," he says harshly, taking off his tie.

I get to my feet, keeping my eyes cast to the floor. I hadn't put on any clothes, too occupied with screaming my lungs out, so my body is still bare to him.

His feet come into my view and he stands right in front of me.

"Kneel."

My body trembles as I take in what he ordered.

God why me?

He raises my chin with his finger, making me look him in the eyes.

"I said to kneel."

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but I don't let them. I can't let this bastard see me weak.

I kneel down, my gaze kept on him as he doesn't remove his finger from my chin.

"Now tell me," he says, his voice laced with mischief, "did you enjoy it?"

Shit.

"No," my voice quavers a bit.

But I did god damn it.
Too much.

"You did not enjoy it as I fucked you atop my desk, or on the stairs?"

"No."

"Even as you scream my name as pleasure raked though your body?"

"No."

"Even as I made love to you slowly, passionately?"

I pause.

Making love?

He sees my hesitation.

"No."

He grabs ahold of my jaw and leans close.

"That's four times you've lied to me, Darling," he says, malice edging his words, "now you need to be given your consequence."

What?

"Did you really believe you could lie to the God of Mischief and Lies?" He hisses, "I can see through your lies, woman, I know what the truth is."

He releases my face and my head lowers, eyes fixed on the floor.

Damn it.

"I'll give you one more chance," he purrs, "tell me the truth. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes," my voice is barely above a whisper.

He lifts my chin again.

"What was that, pet?"

Tears prick at my eyes.

"Yes."

A victorious grin etches itself on his face.

"Good," he releases my chin, "for your honesty, you get a reward."

Reward?

"Dress yourself," he orders as he perches on the edge of his bed.

I slowly get to my feet and grab some clothes from the dresser; a pair of black shorts and a green cropped shirt along with beige undergarments. I put them on, my back to the staring god.