Chapter 3.

*This is a darker chapter, reader beware*

Once again Taysia had woken to the sun shining down on her face. However, this time the light touching her eyes caused a dull ache within her head and a wave of nausea rolled up through her gut. Groaning, she rolled to get out of her bed only to find that she had been bound by her wrists and ankles. She started to hyperventilate while flashes of last night ran through her head.

The tall man she saw yesterday had broken into her apartment. He had surprised from behind, one icy hand muffling her mouth and the other roughly holding onto her arms. He dragged her to the couch and pushed her down onto it. Staring at her shaking and sobbing form for a long time before finally speaking.

"I know all about you, Taysia Lehman. While I'm on this pathetic planet I will need your assistance. Obey me and I will not kill you"

She noted the cruelty in his voice.

"Who are you?" is all she managed to say through her sobs. He chuckled lightly and turned his back to her, staring out into the small apartment before him.

"I am Loki, a God of Asgard, and I'm here to rule Midgard and the mortals who inhabit it. It is clear your planet needs my guidance. I will be a firm and fearsome leader but I will bring peace and order to it. It will not be long before you mortals fall to your knees willingly. "

Taysia could feel ice running through her body. She was being held hostage by a fucking lunatic! Her adrenaline began to take over and she felt the sudden urge to run, against all rationality. She sprinted to her bedroom door and locked it, seemingly, in one movement. She ran over to her phone and dialed 911

"I need help, there's a man in my apartment" She frantically yelled into the phone. Only silence at the other end.

"Hello? HELLO?" still nothing.

She threw the phone on the floor in her anguish and slumped down against the wall. Loki did not follow her like she had expected and nothing but her rapid breathing could be heard in the apartment now. Moments passed and she wondered if he had left but she was too scared to unlock the door and check. She closed her eyes for a few moments and tried to regain composure. When she had opened them again she found him standing before her, smirking darkly.

Taysia began to scream against her wall, screamed as loud as she could, hoping one of her neighbors would hear and call the police. Even through her screams she could hear his voice in her head.

"Stupid quim, did you not believe me when I said I was a God?"

Taysia continued to scream, only louder

"Your neighbors can not help you now" Loki said while flashing a brilliant smile at her. Still she continued to scream for help, before he grew bored and summoned a scepter into his hands. With it he bashed her over the side of her head. That's when blackness took over.

In the cold moments after she had woken she began to hear the distinct sound of someone walking to her door. Slowly and calmly, almost like he was relishing in making her squirm he stood before her closed door for a few moments, which seemed like eternity to Taysia, before slamming the door open. She shrieked as this happened and lost control of her bladder. She sobbed as she felt the warm liquid pooling around her legs and waist.

"Oh Taysia, you should have told me you needed to use the ladies' room. I would have allowed you to go"

Loki said with that obnoxious smirk. He walked over to her bed and looked down upon her.

"I do hope we're feeling better this morning"

He gazed down upon her and lightly touched the side of her forehead that had been hit. It was mottling red and purple under a small cut. She recoiled against his touch, which made him laugh. Taysia could feel the embers of a new emotion rising through her chest and into her throat where she snarled

"What do you want from me? WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?"

This seemed to amuse him even more.

"Temper, temper my lady. That is no way to speak to your King. What I want is very simple. I want you to write my memoir. The mortals deserve to know the history of their new King and where he comes from. You will also provide me with lodgings until my plans are ready to execute. Obey me and I will spare you."

Loki looked down at her again, gauging her reaction, before he continued on staring straight into her eyes. His green ones burning into her soul.

"However, if you disobey me or attempt to escape again I will bash your skull in harder"

Taysia stared, with tear filled eyes, back into his realizing this was the only way she was going to get out alive. Exhaustion began to set in and she just nodded her answer to him.

"Oh, that's a good child. I will leave you to clean yourself up now. Come out when you're finished"

Loki stated before heading out the door. With quick movements of his hands the ropes binding her had vanished. She brought her wrists up to chest and began to rub them gingerly. She had not realized how sore they would be. She examined them, deep imprints of rope etched into her skin and were beginning to bruise. She laid there for a few moments trying to slow her breathing before finally getting up. She did not want to invoke his wrath again.