Loki Laufeyson - The Experiment {1}

Chapter Fifty Three - Torture

The sound of a door shutting echoed through the floor and I stirred softly, blearily opening my eyes to find tears in my eyes. I tried to sit up shakily, but my hand slipped on something on the floor and I tumbled back down. However, before my face could hit the solid ground, a figure darted towards me and caught me. I could smell the metallic scent of blood and felt dampness on one of my legs, my foggy brain trying to piece together what was happening.

I reached up with a shaky hand and rubbed my blurry eyes, making out the shape of someone's legs on either side of me and I slowly worked out that my head was on someone's lap. I twisted my head slightly, but struggled to see the face of who it was when all of the curtains in the room were drawn, blocking out the morning light. They put a hand under my neck and a hand under my knees, lifting me up slowly and gently. My head lolled against their chest, bouncing gently as they walked. They only walked a couple of paces before the figure bent over and lay me on a bed. The bed wasn't too soft but it was better than laying on the floor, although I knew for certain it wasn't my bed.

The figure disappeared into a side room came back with something in their hand as they sat down the end of the bed, causing it to dip slightly. They lifted up my leg and carefully wrapped a towel around the middle of my calf. I tried to watch, but my head felt too heavy and I had to let it fall back into the pillows.

"This might hurt." The figure spoke in a rough voice after a couple of minutes of silence and looked down as best as I could just as I felt a little prick in my calf. It didn't hurt bad, but I also couldn't feel what I assumed was a wound in my leg that was causing the strong smell of blood. I didn't know how I had gotten it, and I couldn't exactly be bothered to think how.

There were more tiny pricks along my calf for several minutes and I struggled to stay awake as the figure stitched my wound. When they were finished, they gently wiped the towel along my calf before opening up a small little container of rubbing alcohol. The figure looked at me briefly before gently dabbing it onto the wound. I tensed, pain finally flaring, and the figure carefully held me down as I squirmed. They carefully wiped away my tears before standing up and opening up the curtains, causing me to wince from the harsh sunlight.

I finally caught a glimpse of the figure and saw that it was a man with longish, slightly wavy, brown hair that went down to his shoulders. Something about him seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. He pinned the curtains back in their place and I slowly sat up, trying not to move my injured leg to much as I watched the man.

"Stay in bed as long as you can." The main said in his rough voice as he began to walked towards the door. "And don't tell anyone I was here."

I didn't know how that was possible when I didn't even know who he was, but I nodded regardless. I watched him walk out of my room, shutting the door behind me, leaving me in the light of the slowly rising sun.

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I had fallen asleep at some point, probably my body's natural reaction to the wound. I managed to get myself out of bed, pulling up the white top that was soaked in my blood to see that the wound was basically gone, only a faint red mark remaining. I couldn't be bothered to question how it had healed so quickly, but I just guessed that maybe it hadn't been as bad as I first thought.

I opened up the cupbaord that I noticed was pushed against the dirty cream walls of the room and found another white loose top. I threw it on, disguarding the bloody one on the floor. I cautiously opened up the room leading out of the room and found that ot opeed up to a brightly lit room. A couple of were walking around completely dressed in black, none of them paying attention to me. They all looked around teenagers and I began to wonder if I was in some sort of school, and I didn't even want to question how I found my there.