Give me Love

6. Jealous?!*

You were given a short, emerald green and jet black silk robe to wear in place of the nothingness you were left with after the auction. Of course underwear wasn't an option in the slightest, which left you feeling completely and utterly exposed... You had also been ordered to wear your hair up to ensure everyone saw your new mark.

Supressing a sigh you looked yourself over once last time in the mirror. Your hair was tightly pulled back into the highest pony tail you could manage, which only helped to deepen the shadows of the bones poking through your pale S/c skin. Three weeks without a proper meal and daily torture had ravaged your body worse than you had thought... The dark circles underneath your eyes made you look like a lifeless zombie, and the finishing touch to your look? A painful, bright red burn mark on your neck; it was of two serpents, interlocked and devouring their tails; Loki's symbol. You really wished you had been allowed to bandage the mark on your neck as you had the one on your wrist, but he wanted to show it and you off to everyone. You moved closer to the mirror and cautiously prodded the area around the red mark, instantly pain shot through your neck to your temple. Okay... maybe that wasn't the best idea...

You leaned on the basin and closed your eyes. Loki had brought you back to his room and given you time to change while he went off to arrange everything for the rest of the day, but you didn't want to go back to him. You just wanted to lock yourself in the bathroom and not come out ever again... A sharp knock at the door made you jump, and put any hope to disappear to rest.

"Come now pet, surely it doesn't take you this long all the time..." Loki called. A cold shiver ran up your spine and you sighed softly before leaving the security of the bathroom to join your Master. That was rule number one. You were to always call the raven haired man Master, unless told otherwise...

When you opened the door the first thing you noticed was that Loki had changed his clothes into casual business attire. The long coat and scarf, which he wore like a tie, seemed to fill out his frame more than anything you had ever seen him in.

"You will follow behind me silently. You will not speak unless spoken to, and you will not pay any attention to advances made by anyone other than myself." He smirked at the last part of the sentence. "Do you understand?" You bit your lower lip and nodded,

"Yes, Master..." your voice was slightly hoarse and caused a dry burning to flare up at the back of your throat.

"Good girl," he said, tucking the few stray strands of (h/c) hair behind your ear before moving towards the door. You followed behind Loki as he made his way to the meeting room.

***

You walked in a hurried pace down the halls. Loki's strides far outmatched your own, which meant if you weren't careful, you would end up several meters behind the raven haired man and be at the mercy of whoever was walking down the hallway. There were a few people who walked passed that set your nerves off and you unintentionally latched onto Loki's coat. Your presence didn't bother him at all, and he just continued on his way without paying your actions any mind. You weren't entirely how you felt about it though... Did he actually care about your safety? Was he enjoying your frazzled state? You stopped yourself from crossing your arms and sighing irritably; he definitely wouldn't have forgiven or overlooked that. You had been so engrossed with controlling your own emotions and actions that you didn't even notice when you entered the meeting room.

The room the meeting was held in was already filled by the time you had arrived. There were men in suits sitting around a large table - - These were the men... These were the men who saw an opportunity to jump on Loki's band wagon after New York and left the rest of mankind to rot while they lined their pockets and stroked their own egos. Most of them were old men who were starved for female attention, so when you walked in the door you could feel their growing need fill the air. It made you want to puke, whether it was because of their actions regarding mankind, or because of their drooling faces, you didn't know. You just kept your head down and followed behind the raven haired man to his seat.