The Prince's Prisoner

Adjusting?

Chapter 23 - Adjusting?. Enjoy!

Stir crazy. She was going stir fucking crazy.

Same walls, same floor, same furniture. Aria read the same books, slept in the same bed, wore the same clothes. Same, same, same.

She was growing mad, and when she grew mad, she became stupid. Three times last week she had let her anger overtake her senses, and obviously been punished for it. The bruises collected on her skin, and he threatened to start a carved tally mark by her ribs every time she fucked up.

Where had her backbone gone? Being angry clouded some of her fear, but it still took over in most situations. Not to the extent she was a quivering mess, but she lost something each time he knocked her back down. Literally.

She lay back on the bed, head at the end and feet at the top. Aria just stared up at the curtains that covered the top of the bed. She must have been here nearly 3 months now. Not that she would really know, losing count long ago.

The sound of the door opening had Aria glance lazily behind her, before returning to the green curtains, refusing to fully acknowledge his appearance in her anger.

"Will you be sulking for many days further?" Loki commented half an hour later, placing himself so his head was at the headboard and his feet alongside her head at the end.

"Possibly" she mumbled, closing her eyes a moment.

"It won't help your case" He informed her, smirking as he watched her get riled up. Aria propped herself on her elbows, trying not to glare too much.

"What will help my case?" she practically hissed, forcing her anger to calm before she causes his own.

"Doing what I say, making up for your betrayal" Loki replied, gripping her ankle when she tried launching herself off the bed in frustration. Aria took the warning sign, crossing her legs near the middle of the bed instead, running a nervous hand through her hair.

"I do everything you say, does that not make up for it?" Aria muttered, looking through her lashes at him.

"No" was his simplistic reply.

Aria went to leave again, but a chain shot out from thin air and pulled her back. Loki tugged the end, reeling her closer and closer until she was nesting over his legs, an ever-present smirk on his lips.

He hummed lightly at her growing fear, running a finger along her forehead, before wrapping a hand around her neck.

"Never walk away from me" he seethed, tightening his grip and forcing her cheeks to heat up and breathing to rush. "Making it up to me means more than obeying. Obeying is the foundation of how this relationship works, making it up is pleasing me. Going those steps further."

Aria's hand caught his larger wrist, cool skin meeting her warmed touch. Sensing he expected her to do something to prove, she leant forward. Continuing until she was just a breath away from is lips, Aria hesitated, keeping her view on his eyes.

Raising her eyebrows at him, Loki loosened his grip but refuse to let go. Aria took a deep breath, and connected their lips, surprised Loki let her take the control.

It didn't last long however before he moved his hand to her back just below the curve of her collar, his other hand wrapping around her arm. They met in slightly arched backs towards each other, before Aria broke away with a desperate gasp.

"Better" Loki mused, before harshly slapping her away. Aria prided herself for not falling onto the bed, tasting light copper in her mouth, before turning back to him. Loki almost looked proud himself, before he went to move, and she was forced to move her thighs from his own. "Control your anger, my pet."