Both Loki and Trekker were in a small, confined, and semi-humid room in order to talk some things through. They were far away from Lax's earshot, as well as from his eyes because Trekker mentioned that he has something to say to him, in private.
Trekker made Loki sit down on a small, but comfy, chair that was located near the room's only window that faces towards a beautiful sky.
As soon as Trekker sat down on a chair right next to Loki, he spoke softly, because he knew that Loki was a little scared and nervous about his current situation.
"Loki, please stop shaking. I won't let Trekker lay a finger on you, I can promise you. We both have to figure out a way to get out of this mess, as quick."
Loki nodded in agreement. He didn't utter a word because he was afraid his voice would fail him. His mind was going in circles, due to the fact that he thinks that the drug Trekker had put in his body was taking effect, and he was afraid of his true, actual effects. He thinks of asking Trekker that.
"Can-can I a-ask something?"
Loki blushed in embarrassment because he stuttered. He surprised himself because never in his life he had stuttered before.
Trekker nods, wanting to know what Loki wants to know the answer to.
"Ask away Loki."
"W-what did L-lax inject m-me with?"
Trekker closed his eyes, knowing that Loki would ask the one question he wished he didn't ask.
"Well, Loki, to put it bluntly, the drug injected into your bloodstream is no ordinary drug, to say the least. The drug is a drug created by Lax himself, which the intention of making the victim be subjected by Lax's orders at all times. Meaning that, from the moment that the victim starts feeling obedient to Lax's orders, that is when the victim loses all of his or her rights to Lax, and thus making the victim not listen to anyone else. And because of you are now injected with that drug, we have to hurry up and leave this place before you start following his rules. In which, it would happen in about 2-3 days' time from now, which isn't too far away."
Loki's shoulders dropped in defeat, knowing that he was already Lax's property by this point. He felt lost, like a failure, and someone that can't be saved.
Trekker grabbed Loki's hands into his, making him look into his knowing eyes.
"Loki, we are getting out of this whole mess, okay?"
Nodding, Loki squeezes Trekker in confirmation. He felt tears already spilling out from his eyes. He didn't see Trekker beginning to wipe them away with his thumb.
"I am sorry," Loki muttered. He was afraid of the days to come because he doesn't know what Lax has in store for him. Based on the moments he had with Lax, he was sure that Lax is harsh in everything, and from what happened in the mirror room, he was sure that he will suffer a similar fate, now with the drug already running in his bloodstream.
"Loki, let's leave because I know that one of Lax's minions will be arriving at this room soon. We don't want him to know that we were here," Trekker said and he quickly grabs Loki's hand and they hurried off towards another room, somewhere where Lax didn't visit often. And Trekker knows that would be the well-room, a small and cold room located in the 'palace' undergrounds.
To get inside, Trekker has to put in a password, only he and Lax knew of because anything can happen in the well-room, ranging from witchcraft to among other things Trekker didn't want to think about.
"Where are we going?" Loki asks in wonder. He had to walk very fast in order to keep pace with the man in front of him. Although Loki was tall himself, his long legs couldn't keep up with the semi-treacherous short walk.
The trip to the room was filled with hidden traps, something that bothered Trekker a lot throughout the years he was in the building. He tried to talk about the traps to Lax but he didn't listen, saying that "the traps are required and necessary to be where they are, in case someone might want to get in and attempts to run away." Trekker knew that was a lie.
"Well, Loki, we are going to this room where Lax hardly ever visits, so we are safe there to talk about some things."
Moments later, they finally arrived at the said room. Loki looks around his surroundings and sees that the outside was filled with what it seems like cameras. He wondered if they worked or not.
And beside the large wooden door, there was a large statue of a weird-looking woman with her mouth open, as if she was silently screaming. Loki thought for a split second that maybe the woman was an actual woman and Lax somehow made her a statue. Maybe the idea wasn't too far off, considering how Lax is with his victims.
"Well, Loki, we are here," Trekker said. He quickly put in the password. He often wondered why Lax bothered to give him the password, knowing that he would never come to this cursed room in the first place. But, Trekker knew that Lax is a smart man. He thinks he gave him the password for a reason. But that reason? He has to still figure that one out.
The door finally opened, revealing a rather large and spacious room inside. Although the outside seemed rather ugly, the inside was beautiful. The walls were decorated with specially-crafted jewels all ranging from sizes and colors, there were several paintings (only one had Lax in it; the others had many individuals and subjects where Loki kind of wished he knew the names for), a large, wooden table in the center of the room that held a small candle in the middle, a big bookshelf that had many books which made Loki yearned to read its contents, and there was a long hallway that led to other secret rooms. And there was a concrete made well to Loki's right. There was water that was coming out of a small hole in the wall.
Loki wondered what those several rooms contained, as well as the secrets inside. Yet again, he doesn't, considering to whom the whole place belonging to.
"Okay Loki, since Lax hardly visits here, we can relax here. To start things off, I will tell everything that is inside this room. I can see that you're curious," Trekker said.
"I am curious Trekker. Can we start as to why the room is decorated the way it is?" Loki asks in wonder. He truly wanted to know why it was nicely furnished. When he thinks of a well-room, he thinks of a small room that is well worn down, made only out of concrete or out of bricks and with only the well inside the room, nothing else. This room is something else.
"Well, Loki, want to hear the story about how this room began?"
Loki nods. He enjoyed stories a lot. He remembers when Frigga told him and Thor stories while growing up, all ranging from soldiers and fighting to space and the galaxies.
"Okay, first things first, let's sit down because it will be a long story," Trekker comments. Both males found a seat near the well. The two chairs are nicely made and very comfortable.
"I'm ready," Loki said with a small smile.
"Okay, I am going to start with how this whole building was created. I am sure you're thinking that Lax is the man behind it. Am I right?"
Loki nods. He felt a pang of anxiety whenever he hears the name.
"Well, that thought is wrong. His grandfather, Alkiter, is the actual man that designed this place for his future rulers. He wanted them to have a nice place for them to live. So, he recruited helpers to help him design this place. And this room was his favorite room. He spent so much time in here that one night while talking to Lax and his father, Liktrier, he requested that when he died, he wanted his ashes to be buried underneath this well here."
As soon as the words were slipped out of Trekker's lips, Loki's face turned white. The mere thought of someone's ashes buried under the well he was sitting right next to make him want to throw up.
"Hey, Loki, are you alright? You don't seem okay," Trekker asked, in concerned. He was now hesitating about continuing the story.
"I am okay. Just the thought of the ashes buried under the well is making me nervous for some reason I don't know," Loki answers. He didn't include the fact that now his stomach was hurting.
"Are you sure? You're pale."
"I am sure. It will pass, don't worry. Please, carry on."
"I think I made the made mistake of telling the story. Look what it caused."
"Please, don't worry about me. Like I said, it will pass."
"Okay, if you say so. This room is built in his memory by Liktrier and a few of his brothers, which were 10 in total by the way, so that they can honor him."
Loki looks around the room in wonder. Now, the room is disgusting in his eyes because now he knows the history and the backstory behind this nicely done room.
"Loki, the room isn't all that bad. Although the creator is here, in ashes, this room isn't cursed, if that is what you're thinking about."
"I am not thinking about that. I don't believe in curses from the dead."
Trekker looks at him with a questioning look. "If you say so, Loki."
Both males were now sitting in silence. The only sound heard throughout the whole room was the water falling into the well. And Loki was itching to get away.
As soon as Loki was getting up from his seat, he suddenly got the worst headache and fell unconscious. It was so sudden that Trekker didn't have time to react. He panicked upon seeing Loki laying on the floor, he quickly summoned a potion that would make his illness go away in a matter of minutes.
Trekker quickly carried Loki in bride-style and took him to one of the rooms. He knew that they would be not interrupted for a few hours.
The potion summoned was dissolved in a large cup of water he fetched from the well.
Moments later, Loki wakes up with a start. His eyes darting around the room.
"Oh, I am glad you're awake Loki. You passed out and you scared me when it happened."
Loki's heart dropped. He wasn't immune to random faintings, this was new to him. Fainting from a headache made him more confused.
"What happened Loki? What made you faint?"
"I got a terrible headache."
"A headache? That's new."
Loki's eyes faced Trekker. Confusion was written all over his face.
"What do you mean, that is new?"
"Well, I think that the drug is starting, yet it is also fighting with your powers for control."
"How do you know this?"
"Because I went through the same thing."