I can hear footsteps getting louder nearby, along with the sounds of muffling. I attempt to poke my head out of the metal bars to see what is going on, and there in military formation, eight men hauled women from their cells. After being pulled out, the girls automatically line up in no specific order.
I look at the officers perplexed. They really do look like a combination of ninjas with stormtroopers. The color of their soots are pitch black, with a texture that looks like dragons skin. Also, they are all armed with cool electrical batons that are out of this world.
One of the officers opens my cell door, with the futuristic weapon pointed at me.
"Get out." The voice is rough and full of authority.
"Yes sir." After I so nicely obey the dudes' order, he trips me with his foot and I fall face first on the cold cement floor.
I can hear gasps from the women around and short chuckles from the men in their cells.
"It's yes ma'am to you punk." The same rough voice corrects.
"I'm so-" My apology is cut short. I am not able to say sorry for my simple mistake because I get kicked back to the ground.
"Get up punk." After the ordinance, I get to say hi to Mr. Floor once more. The same thing occurs a few more times. So I finally get sick of this nice lady's game, so I tell her, "Sorry ma'am, but there's a manly foot on my back that doesn't let me."
As I expected, she didn't like my remark. She kicks me over and lifts me from the ground.
"Say that again." The officer was well hidden under her metal helmet, but I could feel the anger radiating off her face. If they were going to choose someone to take to the room as Darcy had put it, I am now bound to be the chosen one.
"3-34, let her down please." I didn't see who it was, but I had begun to get unfortunately used to that voice.
"But sir, someone has to teach them respect." She contorts.
"You are right, which is why I'm taking her with me." He informs her.
"Will she at least get points deducted?"
"You don't have a say in what I do. I will do as I please. Now take the rest of the females out from their cells. 6-78, you escort them to the showers. The rest of you, you know the drill."
"Wow wow, showers?" I think while I look over at Darcy. She just mouths "I was joking."
"Well shoot, if I wasn't going there before I am now."
"Don't just stand there mortal, move." Loki tells me.
As I stroll next to him in the obscure hallways, I can't help but glance constantly at this guy. He killed my sister, probably the rest of my foster family. I might even be kinda sad if Eleanor was killed too, might. But, as weird as it may be, a different aura is being radiated from him this time, as if he were someone else. And his eyes, they weren't green, they were more bluish.
"Would you mind not think about me and my eyes please."
"Pardon?"
He stops walking and turns around to look at me dead in the eyes. And suddenly, I can't help but feel vulnerable by the way he is looking at me.
He shakes his head. "What?"
"No no I didn't mean it like that!"
"Oh my gosh, you are disgusting. I kidnaped you but not for that. I'm a gentleman not a monster."
I stare at him, and yell in my mind. "Did you just hear yourself?" I legit start to get irritated, he is such a contradictory douche.
"You have no authority to speak to me like that."
"I wasn't speaking to you like that, I was thinking it. And guess what? You have no authority to read my thoughts, or to kidnap me, or kill my family!"
I had to say it. If he was going to torture me by making me re-live Elise dying this morning as I woke up to this awful place, and making me follow his jail routines, then I need him to have a piece of my mind.
Unexpectedly, he looks away from me, and then to the floor. As if guilty.
"You won't hear me say it." He makes eye contact again, and his eyes do the apology for him.
"This realm partially alters my powers, and sometimes I forget I'm using them. Anyway." He extends his arm in direction of two elegant doors the color of his hair.
He opens the door for me and I enter in an elegant room. It appears that the designer tried to make Viking furniture fancy.
"The washroom is this way."
"Washroom?"
"Yes. I may be cold, but it's your first day here. You may want privacy."
Before I can put thought into that he clarifies, "Oh and don't think you are special. You are nothing to me."
"Jee thanks."
"Welcome."
I make my way into his bathroom. Dang he's got fine taste for interior design.
Anyways, I don't take long showering as I usually do. I also don't sing my little heart out in the steamy shower this time because I don't want to be judged even more by Mr. Fancy pants.
Once I step out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body and one in my hair. Then it hits me, I don't have a change of clothes. Will I even be allowed a change of clothes in this prison? And just like that I hear a knock on the door.
"There's a change of clothes out here if you need it. I will be out in my living room, come look for me once your done."
"Thank you?"
I peak out the bathroom first to make sure he won't torture me through humiliation. Fortunately the coast is clear. I walk out and put some underwear first, and as I put the bra left for me, I notice how it's a perfect fit for my chests.
"Wait a minute."
I change as fast as a cat after a mouse. I extend the towels and organize the bathroom. I then open the door that connects the master bedroom to the Viking looking living room. There Loki sits in an armchair, reading a book. Actually, it's the same book I was looking out in the library when I met him.
"Thank you for allowing me to use your bathroom."
He doesn't reply.
"I- I have a question if you don't mind me asking."
No response, so I ask anyway.
"How- how did you know my cup size."
Again, he doesn't say anything but he chuckles silently.
I can't help but open my mouth wide in amusement like when a friend tells you a dirty joke. It's like I forget he is a bad guy. But, that small magical moment dies.
Two piercing forest green irises tell me, with not another facial expression, that my bad karma will pay a visit.
