Chapter 7
A large lizard stands in front of us, he's different from the others as his eyes glow blue, he's a foot taller, and large horns are on his temple. His eyes look me over and fear fills me as I freeze, like a deer in headlights. His expression is unreadable, and my eyes dart to Loki. He glances down at me, and smirks as my face reflects the terror that immerses me. The creature steps forward to me and his slimy hands slide over my neck. It doesn't choke me, but his claws dig into me, and I look up at the thing.
Its face twitches and in a low groan he says, "Why is this here?"
I tremble and look away, completely repulsed by the heaving noises it makes. My eyes are fixed on Loki now, and his expression is incomprehensible.
"She's going to help me."
He pauses and steps to the side of the thing whose paw is firmly around my neck. His eyes shift colors and he smirks.
"These humans need a God, I will be their God and they will be more accepting."
I feel the fuzziness enter me with his words, and the creature sways a little. Breathe Faye. I concentrate on breathing to keep my mind present and clear.
"We don't need the humans' acceptance; we can force it upon them."
The groan is agonizing and I begin to sway as well, my thoughts become scrambled. Breathe, think. Loki nods, his grin now reaching ear to ear as the creature grunts again and let's go of my neck.
"Yes, but that would result in many more casualties, surely the more humans, the more slaves that your kind can have."
The thing watches Loki before grunting in approval, and walking out the door, shutting it behind him. I gasp for air, suddenly released from the incoherent state. Without any hesitation Loki goes and sits down on the bed, gesturing for me to come. I don't move, I'm trembling. Slaves? Is that what this was about? I imagine my sister as a slave to the lizards and I shudder. I need to find her. I stare back at the door, but Loki's voice interrupts my urge to run.
"Come here, Faye."
I look back at him and he's ruffling his black hair, and I allow myself to indulge in his devilishly good looks. I stand up and walk over to the bed, sitting down next to him and push the confusion out of me. You're not going to get any answers now, just forget about it. Think about your Mila, your sister, think about finding her. Loki slides his hand over my chin and turns my head towards him and tilts my head.
"You're a very beautiful human."
His comment makes me blush and I use my every ounce of self-control to not pull away. He leans in until his face is only an inch away from mine.
"Faye, I could be your God. Say it."
I'm busy scanning his features, his cheek bones are sharp, and his pale skin only frames his green eyes better. His lips catch my eye and are quick to consume me with desire. The last man I kissed was the only relationship I've ever had, and that was two years ago. I beckon to feel those emotions again, but Loki's suddenly harsh tone shatters my thoughts.
"Say it!"
I look back up at his eyes, with a puzzled expression.
"What?" I sound like a moron, but I'm completely thrown off.
"Tell me, that I'm your God."
I tilt my head even more, but his grip around my chin makes me rethink my next few words.
"You're my God." I say submissively and in a confused tone.
Is this what he wanted? Power? He smiles at my words, obviously over indulging in them. After a few more seconds, he lets go of my chin, and a sinister grin appears, as he turns to face me completely before unexpectedly standing up. As he towers over me, he places one of his hands on my shoulder, pushing me down onto my back on the bed. The sudden motion catches me off guard and I jerk away, but his powerful grip keeps me in place. I feel confused and terrified as I watch him slide on top of me, until I'm in between his arms and his head is looming over me. I can feel my body begin to tremble as fear mixes with a shameful desire.
"L-let go of me." I whisper.
His smirk doesn't fade, and he leans down, putting his lips to my ears and I squirm uncomfortably.
"I'm going to become your God, Faye."
