Bound By Blood (editing)

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Anthea's POV:

His lips smashed against mine, a low moan escapes his thin lips as his eyes close in pleasure.

Mine remains wide open, burning with tears that managed to escape, my sobs muffled by his lips.

As I desperately attempted to push him away, his strength towered high above mine, the simple shove he offered as he momentarily broke his lips away from mine secured my back on the bed.

"Lo-" I began only to be cut off.

He pinned my chained arms above me, hitching his leg over my body so that one was on either side of me.

I shuddered in fear, I knew he was taking advantage of my weakened state, the simple smirk as he kissed me proved that my discomfort and resistance only added to his enjoyment.

"You will love me..." He murmurs against my lips, his cold hands trailing up the fabric of my dress, I cringed as I felt the soft material itch high above my thighs.

The great fullness I felt for knowing that I was in a dream was incredible, Loki couldn't actually do anything to me in here.

"Oh, but I can't certainly try.." He chuckled darkly, as if he knew my thoughts.

My eyes widened as he removed his lips and looked down at me.

His chiseled cheekbones, thin lips and emerald eyes looked the same.

Even as he spoke of unspeakable things, my Loki looked the same as he always had.

"Why can you not see that I love you?" His voice almost broke, his brow crinkled.

I struggled to sit up, but then eventually gave up.

"Because you are my brother Loki...you are my family"

He scowled and jumped off the bed, releasing me from his grasp so that I could breath with difficulty once again.

He paced angrily, his eyes ever so lightly catching mine and bribing wholes.

"We are not family!" He yelled, halting his ground and glaring at me.

"Yes we are" I argued, much to his annoyance.

I watched as his mouth curved into a wicked smile, the thin skin pressed tightly together.

He approached me like a snake, agonist slowly as to increase my fear.

"You think we are family, yes?"

I didn't want to speak, to afraid of looks reaction, so I simply nodded my head.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"Do you remember when you were a child? You were afraid of monsters?" A shiver of horror raked down my spine, I subconsciously tugged at my chained limbs and my breathing excellerated.

Loki smirked devilishly, his emerald orbs flickering a deep Crimson before quickly shifting back to 'normal' like he was teasing me.

"I-I remember.." I admitted, biting my lip nervously.

Loki tutted and raised a brow, the smirk still plastered on his face.

He leaned in close to my body.

"Do you fear me, Anthea?"

I gulped before rapidly shaking my head, the loose blond curls partially showering my face.

My heart beat loudly in my chest as I felt his cold breath fan my face.

"How about now?"

I shyly looked up, meeting his crimson gaze and ice kissed skin, I shook uncontrollably.

Loki eyes narrowed on mine and I felt tears leave me.

"I promise to make you scream..." He laughed darkly.

And that's exactly what I did.

I screamed.