In-between Love Sweat And Tears (Loki Short Stories And One Shots)

Kidnapped pt 2

It had been two long, grueling weeks. You had found out that a mini group within Hydra had been the reason behind your kidnapping. And the reason you couldn't even feel your connection to Loki at the moment.

They had you sitting at a desk in a specialized cell, metal wiring tying your wrists down painfully through specific holes in the table, and your ankles tied up against the chair you sat in.

You feel a heavy hand lift your head up by gripping a fistful of your hair, a bright light shining in your face. "What a pathetic little bitch. Here we were expecting some frightening Grudge Lady, but all you've done is sit here..."

Your head gets slammed down onto the table roughly, your bottom lip being busted from the force of the impact.

You stay silent. At first you cried when this started happening, but now you are used to these tactics of brute force. You had bruises from being punched or kicked all over, even hand prints from being choked roughly until you had passed out. Had it not been for the training you went through, you're sure that you would've succumbed to the pain. The only thing you hadn't been expecting was to have a bunch of wires and square shaped things being attached to your head, monitoring your brain activity.

You hear them whispering back and forth about you, but you have stopped paying attention to that, too. You knew Loki had to be beyond worried.

But you also knew that he was coming.

No matter the scale of trouble with you, he would be there. Whether a paper cut, or a giant demon--

Your body goes into a forced shock painfully as you're tasered at a high level, you gritting your teeth to keep from letting out a definite cry.

It lasts a solid minute before the taser is turned off, and your body slumps against the table. Your wrists are singed, the burning smell of your skin wavering in the air. "Either summon the demon, or summon that god. That's all you have to do. You're putting yourself through more than you need, and for longer than any of us want." A woman says, her voice is cold and calculated.

"Y... You have heavy drugs in my... My system... And.. you keep tasing me..." You complain.

Felling a hand softly rub yours, you feel your palm get open flat before a knife goes straight through the middle.

Your pain feels tenfold as you're tasered at the same time again, and a yelp finally escapes your lips.

"I'll ask, one more time. Summon the demon, or summon the god."

You kept silent, feeling them drawing blood from your arms. Again.

You know that they were doing this for a specific reason, and that was worrying to you. Was there something that you didn't know about, or were they just being jerks?

Probably jerks..

You feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness, but then they start keeping you wide awake every passing hour, forcibly.

You find yourself in an unknown place a day later, feeling as though you're floating or suspended in mid air. You can't move, but you feel lukewarm and wet. You open your heavy eyelids slowly, and only see a single porthole window meeting your gaze, before your eyes close again. You knew this.. being suspended in water.. in a pod or a closed casket bathtub..

It was a deprivation tank.

They were definitely going to regret this.

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Loki was beyond seething. Beyond utterly infuriated.

Beyond worried.

"Why aren't I allowed to go and find her myself?! It's already been a fortnight, and all the lot of you managed to do is just gather research?"