They marched me along behind Loki through long corridors and up glass elevators. My feet barely touched the ground at this point, Blanche and Dorothy supporting most of my weight. How strong are these beasts? In the last elevator I realized that if I could have processed anything more than five feet in front of me I would have been on sensory overload. As it was, all I could see was Loki's ass. And what an ass, it should really be criminal to have an ass like that. Is this the sparkly stuff on my skin, or is his ass just that fine? The doors opened and he exited first, with the three of us gal pals following suit. Am I now Rose? Nope. I am a Sophia if ever there was one.
Loki stopped at a green door with gilded edges, pressing his right hand to a pad to the left of it and the door swung open. The girls pushed me through after Loki and Blanche leaned me against a wall while Dorothy handed Loki the golden buzzer. They left without saying a word and I was now alone with Loki.
Unable to move on my own I stayed pressed to the wall awkwardly, watching him move around the large living space. Everything but him remained blurry, like my mind gave up processing new images in favor of keeping him in complete focus.
After a few more minutes where he checked each room, he glanced at me; his stare was cold and calculating. He left the room then, and I was plunged into the fog completely without any tether to ground me. The floor felt loose under my feel like sand on a hill and I could tell I was about to fall. This isn't me, right? It's all been one horrible nightmare, and this is just me realizing it, right? Lucid dreaming and all that? As I began my descent towards the floor, two cold arms wrapped around my torso, steadying me.
"How useless are you that you can't even stay upright?" his words were harsh, and, though I tried to respond, all that came out was a faint whine. "I know not all of your kind are this useless, is it just the luck of the draw that I receive a broken human?" He looked at my face, then his expression changed from one of disgust to one of exasperation when his eyes continued to look me over, taking in the pearlescent quality of my skin. "Damn them. Thimvale serum: they drugged you."
He shifted, lifting me roughly over one shoulder and carried me to a side room that turned out to be a bathroom. Placing me unceremoniously in the shower against its wall, he turned it on in full force. The icy cold water was a major shock to my system, making me gasp, the first real sound I had made in days. It soaked through my dress, weighing me down until I was sitting under the stream, the serum slowly running off my skin. Once it was all off, Loki turned the shower off and threw a towel at me.
"Dry off, then come to the common room." he left me there in the shower, a wet mess in a long soaked dress.
I did as best as I could, ringing the dress out until I thought I could stand in it. I forgot about the heels, twisting my left ankle and tripping over the hem of the dress, crashing to the floor with a cry of pain as my knees collided with the marble.
"What the hell is—?" Loki rushed in to see me on the ground, tears streaming down my face, too tired and in too much pain to move. He raised his hands above me and the long wet dress transformed into a soft, dark grey nightgown that ended at my knees. "You really did a number on yourself." He was speaking to the damage I had done to my knees when they connected to the floor. There were two large bruises forming, and a split in the skin above my right knee, bleeding profusely down my shin. He placed his hands against the bruises and I felt a warmth spread from them as a green light made the pain vanished. The split resealed itself, not leaving any trace it was ever there, save for the blood still trickling down to my foot. He grabbed the towel I had been using to dry off and began wiping the red liquid away until none remained. He removed the shoes and stood, offering his hand to me.
I stood gracelessly, still trying to get used to having control of my own body. He left the bathroom, clearly expecting me to follow and I did as best as I could, using the walls and surfaces I passed to keep me upright. Sitting across from him in the space, it finally hit me what situation I was in. the fog had kept me from fully realizing that I was now this man's toy; this god could do as he wished and I was helpless to stop him while he had that golden buzzer.