Chapter 1 Trauma
"I know maybe Loki sama might enjoy some cookies I especially made for him"
She walked in to the mansion that Loki currently resided in. she walked up the familiar stair case but as she neared the door something stopped her in her tracks. The door was slightly opened.
"l- Loki, please, I'm almost." Freya knew who this voice belonged to it was Miss Mayura.
Slowly walking towards the crack she peep inside to be frozen in shock the last thing she remember was the following before losing consciousness.
Mayura was lying across Loki's desk, her hands above her head where tied on one of the desk's legs. Her legs where spread open her butt resting on the edge of the desk each of her legs where tied as to keep them as wide open as possible.
She had alomst no clothing except for her bra that was above her chest and her skirt was pulled all the way up her underwear laid in scraps around the room her shirt nowhere to be seen. Loki (the younger version) was standing right between her legs his face hidden between her thighs.
He had no shirt his hands where on Mayura ample breast squishing them. Mayura's face was red her eyes where glossy. Before she shut them her back arched and a seductive moan came over her. Her hands were clenched so hard against her palms.
Loki looked up to watch Mayura orgasm his mouth turning into a smirk as he watched his handy work.
Before Freya knew it blood spurt from her nose and she lost consciousness.
Reya awoke in Loki's sitting room. Yamino was pouring Mayura and Loki some tea and cake was being serve.
"oh hey Reya are you ok" Loki asked concerned as the girl sat up.
"Yeah, Yamino found you lying on the floor covered in blood. Don't worry I changed you" Mayura said.
Freya looking at all this going on thought that perhaps she had a nightmare before blushing at her dream.
"I, I, I am fine thanks for worrying about me." Blushing deaply as she saw the desk.
Mayura taking it as maybe she was getting sick moved over to the girl.
Raising her hand she moved to place against her forehead when Freya saw them on her wrist where rope marks on her palm where finger nail prints.
It hadn't been a dream it had been real….
