My Sweet Flame

Chapter 51. No Really, I'm Fine. (I'm not.)

Y/N P.o.V.

My eyes slowly fluttered open to dimmed lights in the cell, signaling that it was night for prisoners that wanted to sleep. I looked up to my left wrist in its cuff, not wanting to see the gore of the right. I tried to tug on it, hoping to get free. It was a bit loose, loose enough to slip more of my arm through, but not enough to get free. Nervously, I looked towards my right wrist. The guards had skidded one of the clubs across my arm by accident, ripping some of the skin off, more in a few places than others. Tired and in pain, I pushed myself up a bit, feet against the wall for support.

Great. I'm going to suffocate. If they're gonna keep torturing me, then this seems a little counterproductive.....

I brought my head up a bit, my neck aching, to see a small tray of food in the upper left-hand corner of the cell.

Oh you have got to be kidding me.

I looked around the empty cell, glad that I went to the bathroom before I fell asleep earlier. My eyes fell on a tall, dark figure in the cell across from me. He was dressed in green clothing, no armor like the other prisoners.

The mom-cardigan looks great. Only designing one sleeve though? Really? Oh, wait is it because it's THAT hand?

BROOOOOOO

Loki walked forward out of the shadows of his cell, watching me. Turning my attention back to my restraints, I pulled my arms in a few different ways, trying to get free. My arms decided they didn't want to work anymore, and gave out. I reached out to the Force to find the lock in them, unlatching them with a small click. I fell to the ground.

"Owwww," I groaned softly.

I rolled up onto my side, my entire body sore. I sat up slowly and pushed my hair from my face, pulling it back behind my shoulders. Gently, I used the Force to left the tray and bring it towards me. I grabbed it and pulled it to me, slightly proud of myself.

"Ha!" I laughed in triumph.

I shoved the food into my mouth, thankful for something other than the metallic taste of my own blood. I looked over at the guards pacing the hall. One of them looked at me, nodded his head, and continued his patrol.

So me getting out of my restraints and like EATING isn't a problem??? I thought I was being tortured??? Like, I'm not complaining but I'm gettin a mixed message here. Are they waiting for me to try and escape? That's a stupid decision though, I can be thick-headed at times, but I'm not that thick....

I picked up the small goblet of water and poured it over my hands to free them of blood. As I set the cup back down, it refilled.

Oh, okay then. Cool, magic cup.

I picked it up again and set to work cleaning my arms and various other wounds. I sent the tray back to its respective corner and tied my hair back into a ponytail with magic. Looking over at the empty food tray, my stomach growled again.

Pizza sounds really good right now. I could do with some mozzarella cheese and some green peppers like those Subway flattizza thingies on Midgard. Those things are bomb. Are they supposed to starve me too? Two small slices of bread and some grapes aren't that much food...

I slowly stood up, hearing something from out in the hall. Absentmindedly, My hand reached for the wall of the prison to support myself as I leaned forward to look. No sooner than my hand touched the orange door-thingie, I went flying backwards into the wall. Two guards immediately came to my attention, entering the cell and locking me back in my restraints.