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When trickster gods strike, darkness falls.
Destructive and troublesome, the high school dropout Egypt Albert has always hated her life. A constant prisoner of her own abilities, she's o...
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Loki was still on top of Egypt, struggling to pin her down. In a heated fit she struck his chest with her feet, knocking the air out of his lungs. Loki masked the near crippling impact she had on him and snatched her legs, thrashing them at either side of him. She screamed, vocalizing that pent up rage and allowing it to spew out of her at full force. She felt so overwhelmed and out of control. Her grip on the situation was slipping. Egypt could feel that fire raging inside of her, spreading rapidly and draining her focus. In that moment, it all felt so unreal. Her flailing limbs, the colorful curses escaping her lips, Loki's harsh glare, they all felt so...fake as if she was trapped inside of an illusion with no real end or beginning. Nothing made sense. Loki's action's didn't make sense, this rage that stung her lungs didn't make sense. This reality was so surreal, as if it was a fabricated fallacy of another's making.
But this was real. It had to be real. Even now Egypt could feel Loki's nails biting into her skin. Feel his cruel afflictions batter her soul. She could hear his growling words lash at her ears and see his movements paint this horrid scene. So why? Why did she suddenly feel detached from it all, as though she was watching their brawl from above?
Egypt was then yanked back into reality from the blistering force of Loki's strike. He struck her breasts causing a wail to bubble in her throat. She forced herself to keep quiet, refusing to give Loki the satisfaction of her plight. The girl then retaliated against him, grabbing his face and planting her nails into the skin encircling his eyes. "I will pluck them out if I have too!" She threatened. He squashed her attempts, nabbing her wrists into his fist and twisting them down onto the bed above her head.
Loki kept her in that position for as long as he could. He watched the girl squirm and struggle like a mouse on a glue trap. Even as he held her in this inescapable hold, her determination didn't falter. It was as though it was made of stone, or perhaps something grotesque and alive. Her determination fed upon their plight and spat it back at Loki with double the flames. That desire blazed in her eyes, this new spirit to fight. This wasn't Egypt's usual determination, that reckless blend of primal instinct and defiance that she loved to flaunt so much. No. This was the backlash of something far more ghastly.
Why isn't the girl succumbing to this moment?Cried the god as he directed his voice inwardly. I thought you said this plan would work?! This is one of the many reasons why I never take your word on anything! I should've went along with my original plan.
Chaining her to your desk for an hour wouldn't have produced the desired effect either. Voiced the shadow woman. Her sultry voice lingered in his ears as it echoed through the depths of his mind. Slowly, she anchored the god lower and lower into her enchantments, further ensnaring him into her web. It didn't matter if Loki barked at her or voiced his grievances. It does nothing to erase the hex she had upon him. He was no longer his own mind. His thoughts, his woes, his fears were born from the shadow's own hand. Have faith in me Loki. The woman said, her voice as soft as kisses, but as cruel as hisses. She beguiled the god with her false prophecies and like the serpent to the maiden, she had him wrapped around her finger. She watched him devour the fruit of her lies.
