The Prince's Prisoner

Branded

Sorry for any spelling errors, this took a lot to write, and re-reading it immediately is a little too much. But i can't wait to share it, so proof read tomorrow!

Chapter 16 - Branded. Enjoy!

As the doors slammed shut behind her, leaving the guards on the side of freedom, and just her and Loki on the other. Tears were just drying on the cheeks, leaving an uncomfortable and tightening trail down her skin. Loki only now let go of her, disappearing into the bedroom.

Aria tested the door anyway, not caring if it made him angrier, she didn't even think that was possible at the moment. Claw marks against her arm proved his rage. Obviously it was locked, it didn't even shake, as if apart of the wall itself.

Seeing no other option, as sitting in the entrance way wouldn't last long, Aria took those fearful steps into the bedroom.

Loki was sitting on the sofa, clad in only black trousers, and a strangely toned down white shirt. He clearly expected her to come to him, which she did despite her heart screaming at her to beat him. Instead she hovered awkwardly by the corner of the sofa, before taking a spot at the corner of the rug when he indicated with a small nod.

"This was a gift" he muttered, holding her cuff delicately in his palm. "I could have placed an iron chain and ball around that fragile, little ankle of yours. Clearly, I will need to add some more...severe magic to keep you here. I really did believe you weren't this idiotic."

Aria winced a little at the blow to her intelligence, telling herself that to get all the way to the main gate must have thrown him off, and she was clever enough to do that. Not to completely escape however.

"The hope in your eyes just makes me pity you" Loki snarled, flicking his eyes to her own, bright hazel. In seconds he was on top of her, pinning her fighting fists against the wooden floor, his leg locking her hips down. "I thought words of fear might keep you here, but like your 'Mighty Avengers', actions seem to work so much better."

The tip of his forefinger glowed a violent white, while his other hand tore her leggings down her legs, Aria feeling weak and defenceless as his superior strength eradicated her own completely. With an aggressive cry, she tried hurling him off her, clipping the side of his thigh and receiving an exasperated sigh in return.

Lowering his finger against the flesh of her inner thigh, Aria screamed as she felt her skin slice. The magic made it feel like a burning blade, fire ripping up her nerves and suffocating her brain.

"Stop please" she sobbed, squirming as he continued to carve her leg. His eyes were determined as he designed with such accuracy and detail, ignoring the blood pouring onto his rug and kicking Aria was aiming with. "Loki" she gasped in pain, sensing his eyes now turn to her, she tried not to address him out of disgust, and he could see the fear, regret, pain and desperation swim in her tears, and he grinned, teeth flashing in the light of the fire.

Finally, when Aria felt on the bridge of consciousness, Loki tipped back on his heels to admire his work, until he then drew away and walked to the bathroom, hands soaked in her blood, and face passive.

She stayed frozen on the floor, mind empty of any functional thought. It was horrible how the only thing she could slightly grab onto was that Loki most likely wanted her in the bathroom, even in a lucid and black-out ready state of mind, her thoughts drifted to what he wanted. But after what he just did, and what he intended to do tonight, could she be blamed for not wanting to go against him? The pain she just experienced may have chipped away at a large amount of her resolve.

Loki clearly had no intention of helping her, so rolling carefully onto her side, Aria struggled to her feet. When she was 14, and again when she was 18, Aria had gone through small period of self-harm, meaning she knew how not to aggravate scars, but where he placed this, right on her inner thigh, somewhere that would rub every time she walked, pulling at every movement.