The Prince's Prisoner

Debut

Chapter 24 - Debut. Enjoy!

Loki had her all dressed up. A floor length, emerald gown with gems trailing up the middle back, typing around the waist and going through the middle of the cleavage, and around into the straps across to the back of her neck. The dress itself was shoulder-less and lightly skimmed her ankles as she walked in short, silver heels. Her hair was styled into a messy gun, loose strands framing her face, tickling her neck and pinned with watching gems to the dress.

Rosie was just clipping in the last piece, ruffling out her dress to check she was perfect.

"You got any idea what's happening?" Aria asked Rosie with a sigh, turning to her half-heartedly. He had dressed her up for meals before, just wanting to look at her in posh gowns and fancy clothing. But this was a different level, the dress was clearly fitted perfectly to her. Most of her clothes were, yet this slimmed her waist perfectly and the straps were the exact right length.

"Nope" Rosie replied, formalities dropped when it was just the two of them. She didn't doubt Loki knew she had found somewhat of a friend within Rosie, but he didn't dispute it. Whenever she was punished however, Rosie was never in sight. He must be doing it on purpose to further mould her too him.

"That's a lie" Aria sighed, Rosie sending her a sympathetic smile.

"I'm not losing my job because of you" Rosie smiled, moving in front of her to adjust her bra underneath the dress to further accentuate her breasts. Loki would throw a fit if he saw. "You would hate that, what would you do without me?"

"Dress myself" Aria mumbled, before they both broke out into giggles. She straightened her back and rolled her shoulders. "Where is he?"

"His office, looking rather fresh cut in a matching black suit" Rosie answered, ignoring Aria's almost disgusted face. Yes, he was good looking, but she didn't need her only friend to rub it in that he was a monster regardless.

Aria smiled tensely at the other girl, before heading towards the office. She was rather accustomed to walking in heels, but was still grateful these were shorter. They were oddly quiet as she glided across the tiled hallway towards Loki's office, knocking softly on the door. He answered after three sense seconds and she stepped inside.

His gaze locked on her about half way across the room, emerald locking onto emerald, eyes scanning her up and down with approval in his slanted smile.

"You look stunning" he breathed, sounding almost breathless. That was never a good sign, for her anyway. But took reassurance that it took so long to get her like this, he wouldn't ruin it instantly by tearing it off her.

"Thank you, Loki" Aria returned, knowing how much he preferred she say his name.

"Are you ready then?" Loki asked, but something like that was never a question with him, but she nodded anyway.

"What is this for?" She questioned before he reached her. Loki hated if she asked too many, but the suspense was killing her.

His smile turned playful, and she felt some relief in knowing he wasn't mad. Not that playful was usually much better.

"Your debut" he replied somewhat vaguely, but she caught on instantly to what he meant, eyes widening and a 'no' forming on her lips before she chocked it back. Loki could see the denial and defiance, grabbing her arm and tugging her closer. "Don't do anything to embarrass me tonight, Aria. I will fuck you in the middle of the ballroom floor if you make me."

Aria gulped, wanting to believe his possessiveness over her would never allow him to show her in such a way. But the threat was there. She was to be willing, doting and charming if she was to survive.