Torture

Dungeon

The pungent smell of damp hit my senses as I was dragged down a never ending stone stair case. With the same guards who caught me still in my presence I discovered that their names were Cadoc and Dakarai. When we finally reached the dungeon I was greeted with the moans and shouts from fellow prisoners. I shuddered as I was paraded between the cells where other convicts were free to taunt me. With rude, sexual comments being shouted my way, another rouge tear slid down my cheek as I arrived at my cell. I looked around the bare room, it had a single bed placed at the centre. I was unchained and thrown forward onto my hands and knees. "We'll be seeing you later, sweet" Cadoc sneered, rubbing his hands together before leaving my cell and raising the force fields. That was it, I was locked away from the outside world, all alone, fearful of the guards and the men that surrounded me. More tears fell from my heavy eyes before commotion in the opposite cell caught my attention. The cell opposite me was now occupied by Loki. His hands were clasped behind his back and his sleek raven hair barely moved as he waltzed around his cell. A bed, table, chairs, books and many more luxuries filled the vast space and I couldn't help but envy the liberties Loki had. I dried my tears and sat on the bed in my cell, I parted my hair to the side and attempted to finger comb the knots throughout it. I then straightened my dress, hopelessly trying to cover my bare legs and revealed chest. I sighed picking at my nails. This was my life now. Complete loneliness and despair. I circled my hands between one another and allowed a gold mist to swirl in and out of my fingers. Out of curiosity I pushed the power towards the force field and, of course, the golden fog dispersed around the walls and seeped through the ceiling. I groaned and took a seat against the wall. "What did you expect?" a smooth voice questioned. I looked up and saw Loki looking towards me. I shrugged "With the way my lucks going, not much" I murmured. No more was said and I saw the mysterious man turn and walk away towards his bed. I too did the same and laid down, facing away from him.

With time slowly passing, I tossed back and forth on the uncomfortable mattress, with my intrusive thoughts darkening my perception of the prison, I stood up abruptly before sitting cross legged towards the front of my cell looking contently at Loki. He sat in a chair reading, he seemed almost at peace, however he soon noticed me staring and threw me an evil glare. I looked down towards my bare feet, blushing in embarrassment.

I must have fallen asleep in my awkward seated position as I awoke to the commotion of guards and prisoners marching in between mine and Loki's cell with an uncomfortable stiff neck. Instinctively I looked over to Loki, however this time a woman was with him. She had a kind and gentle looking face, and by associating the niceties in Loki's cell I assumed this was Frigga, Loki's mother. "Odin continues to bring me new friends" Loki stated as he walked towards his cell wall, watching the prisoners walk past. "How thoughtful" he sneered.

"The books I sent, did they not interest you?" Frigga asked politely. Loki turned around and walked across his cell. "Is that how I am to while away eternity? Reading?" Loki questioned continuing to walk to his mother. "I have done everything in my power to make you comfortable Loki" the queen continued as Loki stopped before her. "Have you?" Loki began as he leant towards her, pushing his weight onto a chair. "Does Odin share your concern? Does Thor? It must be so inconvenient, them asking after me day and night" he sneered.

"You know full well it was your actions that brought you here" Frigga answered. I was aware I was watching the scene before me and I didn't want to seem rude, I began to fiddle with and braid my hair, still, however, very much listening. "My actions?!" Loki asked with a laugh. "I was merely giving the truth to the lie I've been fed my entire life when I was born to be a king" Loki finished. The man was captivating, the way he which he held himself and the environment around him was truly extraordinary. He oozed confidence. I couldn't help but feel attraction towards him, his eyes showed a soft soul yet his body was a hard shell dripping with hatred, his facial features were as sharp as a blade and you could see his fine, proud physique, even through his clothes. He truly was a god.

"A king? A true king admits his faults, what of the lives you took on earth?" Frigga pushed. "A handful compared to the number that Odin has taken himself" Loki replied. "Your father..." Frigga began. "HE'S NOT MY FATHER!" Loki bellowed causing me to jump and drop the plait I had been braiding, allowing it to untwine and fall limp in front of my face. There was a long silence. "Then am I not your mother?" Frigga asked quietly. Another pause. You could see the pain in Loki's eyes and the regret wash over his body. "You're not" he answered. Frigga shook her head and laughed falsely. "Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself" Frigga finished placing her hands upwards in front of her. Loki bit his lip, looking down and shaking his head apologetically before walking towards his mother. He placed his hand on top of hers before the hologram of the queen disappeared causing his hand to fall. Loki looked to me with glossy eyes, he acknowledge my sad smile before sitting down and flipping through the pages of a book.