The Prince's Prisoner

Alice

Chapter 17 - Alice. Enjoy!

Aria had slept, more akin to passing out and only gaining focus very late in the day, but nevertheless, she had managed to escape from him for a few hours.

When she finally rose, the pain hit her before the memories did. Her whole body ached and throbbed with lasting numbness, while she stared at the corner of the four-poster bed, eyes vacant and mind heavy before last night returned to her.

Aria launched herself off the bed, legs giving way, so she ended up sprawled on the floor, back pressed against the wall as she attempted to control her breathing. Her heart was erratic as she risked glancing down at her body, turning away in disgust once she had.

Her legs were caked in dried blood, any clear spots were stained by purple and black bruises, all of which getting darker the closer to her sex they got. His mark on her thigh seemed only highlighted with the blood emitting a glow around it. Her arms had finger-printed bruises, mainly around her wrists and forearm, some blood droplets had crusted where his claws had pierced her skin in the heat of his movements. Aria could feel throbbing on the left side of her face and along her scalp from when he had gripped and tugged at her hair, slapping her when she decided to fight.

Aria's body did nothing but fill her with shame and disgust, her senses consumed with her pain that she didn't hear the door open until he spoke.

"You look beautiful."

Her head snapped towards his with enough force her neck audibly clicked. Aria attempted to scramble backwards but only found another wall trapping her in the corner.

Loki smirked at her, admiring his art work that adorned her skin. He had always been dominant with women in bed, always established his control, but he had never done anything to this degree. Seeing the effect and marks on her body spurred his groin again, and he stalked towards her. This was the beauty of having her, he had no need to hide his heightened sexual desires, didn't need to mask his animalistic and possessive side. She was his in every way, he could do everything to her.

"No please" she chocked, holding her hand out, but all that did was have him reach her sooner. His hand perfectly matched the finger-prints on her skin as his arm slid down her arm and hooked around her body. He pulled her up flush against his body and backed her properly against the wall.

"Do not deny me" he growled lightly, leaning down to softly breath against skin, causing a shiver of fear to sweep through her.

"Didn't you do enough last night?" Aria hissed, eyes staring just above him towards the decorated ceiling.

He just hummed against her neck, before moving away. Aria fell back down the wall in her weakness, using the bedside table as her support instead.

"You missed breakfast and lunch. I can request some food if you want anything before dinner?" he asked her nicely, the emotion spurring suspicion in Aria.

"I can wait" she mumbled. "Thank you" she added quickly, not knowing what would or wouldn't make him angry anymore.

Loki removed his jacket, disappearing into the adjoining dressing room. Aria didn't know what she was supposed to do now. She noted instantly the door was open, but knew in her state she wouldn't even get to the table in the middle of the entrance, let alone down the steps to the door.

He returned a few moments later, not glancing at Aria who hadn't moved. Now wearing the same suit trousers, but a green shirt instead of his Asgardian clothing. Loki took a seat on the sofa, tapping his hand on the table as three files materialised there.