I had anticipated all kinds of torture during the time they had left me alone but no amount of mental preperation could keep my breath from increasing as I heard the heavy footsteps echoing down the hall. The same man appeared as last time but now without the fog of newely being captured to cloud my mind did I truely look at him. Short as me with an oversized gut thats barely contained by his overly tight jeans. Dark greasy brown hair matting at his ear and an awful forehead scar were the things that screamed only one conclusion...lowlife.
He smiled down at me revealing oddly sparlkling white teeth then spoke in a raspy tone that shows his opinion of my looks "feeling any nicer little fairy?" I can't hide the disgust on my face nor can I ignore the rage brewing in his eye's. Drawing on that defiant reckless place I speak as loudly as he had addressed me "nope". Glaring up I watch as he unlocks and steps into the cell. Fear surges and my eyes dart to and around looking for any weapon then my thoughts are cut off by the pain of his hand against my jaw. I cry out startled and instinctively grab my face. Cringing as the blood coats my fingers and the fire of the pain begins to set into my body.
I know he can kill me, I'm keyless, bruised and just plain weak yet the idea of bowing down to this man just plain pisses me off. That bit of pride runs to the dark place and returns as an idea. The idea is something I wouldn't normally try but I'm desperate enough that I force a sweet tone and speak shyly "I could be really nice were I not handcuffed". I eye him then drag my eyes over him in what I hope is a sexual way. My bluff has an instant reaction on him as he grins and reaches down undoing my restraints. His hands reach for my chest and I lean back hoping to look excited, practically purring out my next words "somewhere more private?..." The man's smirk grows as he pulls me up by my arm practically running as he drags me down the hall toward what I assume is his private quarters. As the door shuts behind us I gather all my resolve and step foward then turn to face him. Slowly I pull my skirt down and off revealing my black lacy panties, he is aroused now and all caution forgot as he pulls off his weapons and shirt.
I watch as my keys hit the ground beside his shirt and I know I have a chance finally. Looking down to appear shy I unbutton my top and expose my chest in its black bra. I need to go to him but without touching him or else I know I will cave and break down. I recall something from one of loke's graphic dirty daydreams and I go with it. I slowly go down to my knees and inch toward him. He looks ready to feint and a confidence grips me. When at last im right before him and he is to close to ignore do I make my move. I roll quickly and smile as I feel my keys touch my hand. Wasting no time I open the Gate of the Lion. Loke is beside me and the rage in his eyes as he asses the situation scares even me. Within moments the man is down and I'm in loke's arms rushing through the complex.
The sunlight is disoriegnating yet loke continfins running until finally after a few hours he stops clearly exhausted. I can tell I'm worse off though, his prescence being here this long has left me with nearly no magical energy left. He makes a quick then vanishes as power drops dangerously low. I fight to stay awake but my limbs are so heavy and the leaves so soft that I give in and slowly welcome the rest.