Strife of Misfortune(Wattys2016)

The Master And The Hunter(Pt 1)

Egypt had never felt so uncomfortable in her life. She soon lost count of the nights she spent sleeping on the floor. The schedule lost its pattern. She lost her only source of time. Egypt swallowed the air, it was as foul as the darkness surrounding her. She knew she was the source of the stench. She was denied a real bath for what felt like ages.

Egypt groaned as she sat up. A crippling sensation gnawed at her back. She tried to flatten her hands against the floor. A foolish attempt. The first hint of pain was sharp and abrupt. Egypt snatched her hand away from the ground. Blood crusted on her fingers, they bent and swelled in the most unnatural ways.

Egypt tried to flex her fingers. They were frozen in place, swollen and red. She swore to herself. she will definitely return the favor to that boy. He was worse than Loki. Egypt wondered if he had more children. A chill crawled up her spine. She couldn't deal with another hot-headed mini Loki.

The prison door opened. Light invaded the dark world of the prison cell. It shot through the darkness like lasers. Egypt squinted her eyes from the invading light. The door stayed slightly ajar as Loki walked in, holding a tray of food in one hand and a bucket in the other. Egypt glared at him as he sat the bucket and the tray beside her. Loki paraded a blank expression. A veil of enigmatic mystery erased all traces of emotion from his eyes. His lips remained closed as he set out for her body.

Egypt tried to free her wrist from his hand. Her endeavors did little to ease the choking hold he had on her. She tried to growl, it sounded more like a whimper. Loki's lips hinted at the smile, causing Egypt's stomach to churn. He found amusement in her plight. "Fucking sadist." She said, a look of defiance took over her eyes.

 Loki's fingers began to strangle her wrist, cutting her circulation. Her resolve began to dwindle in the wake of her renewed fear. Loki was angry. She feared what he was capable of when angered. The authoritative look in his eyes killed her toils, she loathed how easily Loki could alter her emotions. Her eyes must've betrayed her fear since he lightened his grip slightly.

"Hold still." Loki finally said as he fished the rag out of the bucket. He squeezed the excess water out and began to lightly clean her body. The rag explored her silky flesh, cleansed her arms of the dirt it accumulated, wiping her neck. Egypt's eyes remained fixed on Loki. Her lips portrayed no words. She squirmed as the rag fell over her breasts. Loki silenced her struggle with one look, god, Egypt wanted to slap him. She then changed her mind, he was worse than his son.

He spent ample time cleaning her bust. It was the first time he saw them, first time he touched them in a long long time. The idea was almost overwhelming. He looked at her flawless bosoms, at her dark areolas that he missed so much. 

Loki fought the urge to take them into his mouth. He wondered how Egypt would respond to the feel of his lips encircling her nipples, sucking and chewing till she melted. Would she wither and submit to his passions? Or, would she retaliate even as her body fought against her? His loins tightened. Loki couldn't wait to find out. Beneath

the rag, he could feel her heart pounding, pumping that delicious fear through her body. It beckoned his primal urges , this scent, this fear so intoxicating like wine. He wanted to drink it in, wanted to claw his way into the source and make her crumble with the same lustful urges he felt. 

Loki pictured her, glassy eyed, lips soft and slightly parted, limbs bound, sighing and moaning with each infliction of pain, each gift of pleasure. He moaned at the thought. Egypt would look beautiful on his St. Andrew's cross, gorgeous spread on his knee and perfect with him buried inside of her. He couldn't wait.

Loki resumed his activity, cleaning her. The rag traveled down Egypt's toned abdomen, took shelter between her legs. She closed them immediately. "What the fuck are you doing?!" She would've squirmed away if it weren't for the wall behind her. Egypt felt his fingers dig into her sensitive place. His other hand left her wrist and latched onto her breast. She whimpered from the brutal force of his grip. Loki's eyes spoke volumes. She heard the command.