Finally they escort us back to the cells wearing just our robes before detaching the collars. Jesus, that shower was cold, but it sure woke me up. All I'm left wondering where are my damn clothes?
"Skurge!"
"Yes, miss?" he comes running over to me like a puppy dog.
"Where are my clothes? Do we get them back after they've been cleaned?"
"They will bring you fresh clothes down soon".
"Have you missed me, Skurge?"
I open the robe just a little to show him what he should be missing.
"Very much".
"Have you found anything out for me yet?"
"Some of the guards say there is a map kept within the palace, but I do not know where it is yet".
"Keep searching and I may give you a small reward for all you have done for me".
I blow him a kiss and he practically runs off in search of it like a dog looking for a stick that I'd just thrown for him.
"What reward will you give him?" my cell neighbour asks curiously.
"Just a little taste" I tell him before I lie down on the bed.
"Just a little?"
"I'm not planning on fucking him in here, if that's what you're asking?"
"Fucking? Is that what you mortals call it?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I joke.
"I heard the guards talking about you after you undressed in front of them. They say you are from Midgard".
"And what else did they say?" I ask now my interest is peaked.
"I would not wish to offend a witch".
"Please, offend away. I'm all ears".
"They questioned what it would be like to bed a Midgardian woman".
"That's what you Asgardian men deem to be offensive?" I can't help but laugh a little.
"Is it not?"
"No! That's pretty tame actually compared to what men have said to me in the past".
"What do they normally say?"
"I wouldn't want to offend your delicate ears. You seem a little...proper".
"Try me".
"Maybe the next time we bathe together, I'll whisper something in your ear? It would be interesting to see your reaction".
"I look forward to it" he smirks before opening up a book.
"So why do you get all the books, furniture and fancy crap in your cell and all I got was a lousy bed and a chair?"
"Perhaps I am special? Or perhaps you are simply not?"
"What makes you so damn special? Who do I have to sleep with around here to get a magazine?"
"I noticed your scar" he tells me suddenly, much to my horror.
I hated that scar. It was a constant reminder of all my pain and the reason why I was here. All I do is lay back with my eyes closed and ignore what he said until my fresh clothes arrive.
"A dress? Are you fucking kidding me?"
"It is all we are permitted to give you" a servant girl tells me.
Once I put it on, I feel like a damn Bridgerton character or something. I hate dresses with a passion, but I catch the guy next door looking at me.
"What?"
"It rather suits you. Especially now that you have washed that ridiculous filth off of your face".
"It's called makeup, you jerk".
"It took away from your natural beauty".
"Thanks".
Stop blushing you idiot, he's only saying that because he's seen you naked. Keep it together woman and don't get dicknotised by some random prisoner.
He's not worth the risk.
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Krystal
Fanfiction(ON HOLD) Krystal is a powerful and vengeful Midgardian witch that has been in search of another for 50 years ever since the day she was cruelly cursed. After she discovers the witch has been apprehended by the Avengers themselves and taken to Asgar...
