My greatest hero

chapter 68

Eira woke up in a rather dark room, she was no longer wearing her armor and was a little bit cold in only her leather pants a long under shirt. She sat up, trying to remember what happened. her head hurt so she sat up rubbing it, then she remembered everything that happened; Brynjar murdering frigga and Afya, and then Taking her prisoner. She stood up quickly trying to find a way to get out, she went to the window but found that it was bolted shut. She then heard the door opening, she jerked around and saw Brynjar standing in the doorway.
"Oh good, you're awake" he said. All her anger resurfaced, especially because of how casual he was, as if nothing happened. She stood there in silence.
"Here, put this on" he told her, tossing her a dark green tunic with black designs stitched on it. She didn't really want to do anything he said, but he was giving her clothes, which was a pretty good sign that he wasn't about to do anything violating. She took it and slipped her arms through the selves, and crossed it in front of her, securing it with the tie. The green and black only made her think of loki, and she knew he did that on purpose.
"A 'thank you' would be nice" he said, referring to her lack of appreciation for the clothing.
"Are you serious? You think I'm going to thank you after what you did to me?!" She shouted, stepping closer to him. "You're a disgusting monster! How could you ever expect me to thank you for anything!" Her voice was growing louder with every word. She stepped close enough and hit him in the face with her ice.
"Whoa. Bad girl" he said, grabbing her arms and tying them behind her back. He started to drag her down a staircase, she was screaming at him and dragging her feet.
"Eira, calm down a bit" he said all to calmly.
"Calm down?! Are you crazy?! Are you actually insane?! You murdered my daughter! She wasn't even a month old yet and you murdered her!" She screamed wrestling to get out of his grip.
"Eira, given time I think you could grow to like me, I'm not really that bad" he told her, turning her around to face him.
They were in a dungeon now, so he closed and locked the door so that she couldn't get away.
"Like you!? Not that bad!? You're a monster! I wouldn't even pretended to be tolerant of you if my life depended on it! I hate every but of you! There's nothing about you that doesn't disgust me! I hope you die a long painful death and then burn In the deepest pit of hell!" She screamed louder than she knew she was able, she could see the anger growing in his face.
"You know, I've been trying to put up with you, but I've had enough now" he said, throwing her to the ground. she hit her head against the brick wall, which caused her to become a little disoriented, she started to get up but felt a hot sting on her back and knew he had a whip, he hit her a couple more times and then came over and untied her hands.
"Get up" he said to her demandingly. She probably would've gotten up anyway, but now that he was telling her to, she was determined to stay down. "Eira, you're going to feel this whip every time you're disobedient, so i suggest you start being a good girl" be told her, clearly annoyed that she wasn't cooperating. Good girl? Bad girl? She knew what he was doing, she was the princess and now he was treating her like an animal; giving her commands, and punishing her when he didn't obey them. "Well..." She said, catching her breath and turning to face him. "Well then pretty soon you'll have nowhere left to hit me, because I will never, ever, do anything you tell me to do. I don't care I you rip me apart piece by piece, I don't care if you beat me so much that I have no skin left, I am not giving you the pleasure of making me your lapdog" she said with what strength she had. She could see him trying to think of a new plan, he wasn't used to people telling him 'no' and certainly wasn't used to being outsmarted.
"Fine" he said, he then called for someone who was upstairs and another man came in. (Cont)"Here" Brynjar said, handing the other man the whip. "She's being defiant" he continued, the other man got ready to start beating her again when Brynjar said something:
"Don't hurt her face though, we need it" he said as he walked up the stairs and let the other man do his dirty work. She stared at him, all he did was shake his head with a mean smile.
"This would be a lot easier if you just obeyed" he told her.
"Is this how he gets you to obey? are you his lapdog too?" She said maintaining her stare, he stopped smiling and started to beat her again. She try to hold back her screams, even if you're a sick maniac, high pitched screaming is just annoying to listen too, so she didn't try to keep it back. After about half an hour of this, the man left. she had cuts everywhere, her back, her arms, her legs, the only place she wasn't bleeding was her face, and she was trying to figure out what was so special about it. She sat up and buried her face in her hands, crying. She picked up one of the pieces of her tunic that had been torn off during the beating and found that it wasn't soaked in blood, so she stared to clean the blood off of her as best she could, she wasn't able to get to her back, which was the worse part, but she was glad she was able to get everywhere else. She leaned her shoulder against the brick wall and curled her legs up against her chest and wrapped her arms around them. she started to cry into he knees, somehow the pain on her body had been distracting her from the pain in her heart from the loss of frigga, but now that it was over, frigga was all she could think about. Frigga and loki, the two most important people in the world to her, and she'd probably never see either of them again.