𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Grayah

Trigger Warning—Abuse, Sexual, Pain
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"She is hurt, Grayah; she is but a simple midgardian, fragile, and weak. Tend to her injuries before rot creeps in and she succumbs to mortal death." Munnin orders.

Greyah sighs, "As you wish my love, but as her wounds require more effort to heal on my part, I expect you to make it up to me."

Her hungry eyes trailed up and down his form, her suggestive words and the spark of lust on her face, revealed she highly desired Munnin.

You wanted to gag, but you were thankful Munnin had a mistress. You hoped that her being a jealous bitch would keep him on a leash and away from pursuing you.

You hoped.

"I'll be all yours when I want you, Greyah! Now heal her." He demanded in an irate tone.

You looked at her scorned face; the fact that his bitter, harsh words showed no love or reciprocated pet name burned into her heart, and she decided to take her anger out on you.

She knelt down and grabbed your injured wrist, squeezing it tight before yanking you to your feet. As you were being taken to her shack, you screamed in agony the whole way.

"Oh, stop your whining!" She raged, shoving you through the doorway, Munnin trailing behind.

While Grayah is searching among the various jars that are arranged on a shelf; her back to you, you feel Munnin's hand cup your ass and his hot breath against your neck. Instantly, chills run down your spine.

You realised at that moment that he was determined to keep harassing you any chance he got. When you consider the possibility that he may go to the extreme of forcing himself on you, tears start to fill up in your eyes.

Acidic bile rises in your throat, and you start to heave, but with no food in your belly, all that comes up is thick froth. You lean over and spit up the foam, your throat on fire from the stomach acid.

Loki hurry please! you plead within your mind.

Greyah turns abruptly around, looking disgusted that you spat on her floor, her eyes ablaze with rage. With quick action, she raises her hand and slaps you hard across the face, the force of it knocking your head to the side. As a result, your parched lip split, and now you taste the metallic of your blood on your tongue.

Munnin immediately took hold of your chin and examined your face, angry that your cheek displayed a clear red hand print.

"Never mark her face!" He snarled, glaring at Grayah.

She was taken aback by his words and observed his delicate touch on you, her envy rising at the sight. Feeling furious she said, "Clean up your mess, slut."

She tossed you a rag and was quick to criticise Munnin with words that she knew would rile him up, "It seems each time you come back to me after an extended time away, you reappear less hardened, less callous, and now you show concern for an inferior mortal whore, it's almost as though you've gone ... soft."

You watched as his eyes widened in furious rage, he roughly let go of your chin stormed over to Grayah, "You watch your mouth or I will—"

"You'll what?" She grinned, "you'll hurt me, you know I welcome the pain." She trailed her fingers down his chest, smiling lustfully at him.

"I can do more than just hurt you witch."

With a small chuckle she replied, "But then who will make the potions that keep you hidden from Odin, huh?" A smirk rested on her face and she stared at him with no fear of his threat. "Perhaps being around her sickening innocence brings out the tender side we have so desperately tried to keep buried, I think another session on the conditioning chair is in order, you know I can remedy that gentle side right out of you with my special techniques. You'll be back to the more heartless and powerful raven in no time."