Apologies: I have been typing these in my memo, so the sentences are spaced farther apart than what it typical shows me.
SEVERAL MONTHS pass on and a few things had changed.
Mechelle managed to learn a few things about her captor.
Although, the sexual assault that Loki dealt, continued. Along with his distant and cold exterior.
Leaving the woman enervated and wounded.
There was one thing in particular that had changed.
Loki's visits.
They were few and far between.
Then suddenly, they ceased.
Nearly a week had past, since receiving a visit from the God.
She were relieved.
Uncertain as to how much her body could endure.
D
ay after day, night after night.
She needed this. A moment of peace.
A
lthough, she couldn't help but to wonder.
What had halted these visits?
A knock resonates throughout the room.
The thought disappearing immediately.
Cerovella enters, "You've dressed yourself." The surprised tone in her voice had been clear, offending the girl front of her. "Do you intend to leave your hair in that state of frenzy?"
What the hell did she mean by that?
The state of her hair is normal. She had cleansed it, dried it, and left it in it's natural state.
Granted, her bi-color coils and curls may have been a bit... Wild.
But, she did not have the required equipment to change it.
"If you wish to leave it in such a hectic state, then I advise you to pin it down." Her statement had been more than offensive, It was downright rude.
Mechelle didn't care If she were simply being honest. She had crossed a line.
"It's none of your business how I choose to wear my hair and frankly, I don't give a shit." She disputes.
"You may not give a shit," She notes. "but the King will."
Her words sent a shiver down the woman's spine.
His name, even the mention of him, had a unique hold on her.
She felt her walls convulse.
Typically, she'd have a snappy response.
But her mouth had been clenched shut.
For the first time, in the past several months, she couldn't utter a single smart remark.
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