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The hall goes silent as the prince gets in, closing the thick dark wooden doors behind himself. You cannot see much of the prince, the others girls in front of you do not give you a good view of him.
You can hear heavy boots hitting the stone ground as he walks around the room. He is asking questions to the others girls and, when satisfited, goes to the next girl and it keeps on this pace until he stop in front of you.
Raven hair, green eyes, pale skin and tall. So tall that near at you, you are petite.
You finally can see who called you and almost all the girls in Asgard. He id the man who all the single women desire, he is smart, powerful, handsome.
Loki.
And, suddently, you know why you are here. The dark prince is looking for a "slave". Which means, he can do whatever he desires with the girl he chooses now. Until Loki get tired of her or until she dies.
A "slave" will follow every one of Loki's orders without desobedience. It might be clean up his room, bring him food or books, sex, whatever pleases him.
Your heart skip a beat when you see him. You always did everything you could to not be a slave. And now, here you are.
You feel every skin in your body stand in precaution and an unknown fear when his hand touch your cheek, stroking it gently. You do not move an inch, praticly do not even breathe.
But you cannot take off your eyes from his. You look at him straight in those beatiful green eyes without blink. You know you should not do it. He might not approve it. Still, you cannot stop.
"What is your name, darling?", Loki asks, his voice deep and sexy.
"(y/n)", you reply, almost a whisper.
"It is you", he says, a small, but satisfited smile on his face. "Come with me, (y/n)"
You swallow dryly as Loki guides you out of the hall and tell the gards to release the other girls.
You follow him, one step behind and keeping your eyes down - as you always have been told to do.
You stmach twists in a knot when you think abou being a slave. You swallow a lump in your throat and try to calm down. Which it is not so bad, is that every Loki's ex-slave says how good he is, what a gentleman he is. A little bit too harsh, but still a perfect lover and man.
So, if you do not make him mad, you will be fine. Right?
You have been cruely abused by others men. Kings, princes, warriors, uncontable men. Maybe Loki will be better. If you be good with him, not answer back, do not make him angry or anything, he will not be so bad.
You almost pray for it to be true. To Loki be not so bad.
Before you can tell, Loki stops and opens a door and make a gesturing to invite you to get in the room. It is a expansive and sumptuous chamber, with a large bed and closets. There is books you have never seen before laid on a small wooden table next to the bed. Also, you notice a high mirror in a corner, in front of it a beautiful golden chair. It is all gorgeous.
Your old room was the oposite and not comfortable at all. It was too small to fit your bed, books and a few dresses. It smelled like rotten meat - no matter how many times you washed everything.
"You will live here now. As I wake up only after dawn, so do never make me wake before it is time", Loki informes you. "There is new clothes for you in the closet at the left. You can wear anything you wish. But if I tell you to wear certain clothes, you will do so. Do you understand?"
You nod, eyes down.
"Use words, (y/n)", he hisses, clearly upsad for your conduct.
"Yes, sir", you reply, trying not to gag with your own words. "I understand"
Loki smirks. "I will be busy today. So, you will be able to acquaint yourself with the room", he is about to leave, but stops himself and turn around, facing you. "Do not leave the room while I am not here"
And what he does next is the thing that surprises you the most: Loki kiss you. Touching his warm lips softly against yours, then, without a goodbye, he leaves you in the large and cold room.
******
You still cannot believe that it has been a few hours ago when you were at home, saying "See you later" to your little sister, giving your father a kiss on the forehead. Trying to find a way to not receive any kind of attention or look interesting in the Royal calling.
It feels like a dream - or a bad dream, at least. Nothing specific against Loki, of course. But you cannot bear the thought of not seeing your sister or father anymore. They are so important to you and your chest gets tight thinking about your beloved ones without you. And you, without them.
You know why you are here, why you are being well treated and feed. You will not be here to clean things for Loki. You will, without doubts, be a sex slave.
You know lots of girls like you, who have been kidnapped by princes, kings, warriors and others kind of men who have some sort of power. Few men are described as 'not so bad'; others, the girls do not last more than a week. Some are beaten to death or comet suicide.
Loki is always described as 'harsh' and 'incredible lover'. You really hope to him not to be too harsh to you. He already scares you so much you flinch when you see him.
You wait patiently for the servant came to your chamber to show you the things you will need for your meeting with the prince. Your feel a lump in your throat when you think about what Loki might do to you once you are in his chamber. No one can help you, the slaves are property that belong to their, lets say, masters. This means, no one can do anything for an abused or battered. Because they do not care, they cannot care about a broken or old toy. They just ignore the slaves.
The only “good” thing that comes from this whole deal is the money received by the families who had their daughters/sons kidnapped. They are protected by the royal family. The not good thing – many of them -, is that the “slave” cannot meet her/his family without the master’s consent. And that terrifies you really bad. You cannot stand the thought of being away from your family.
You try repress the tears that are threatening to roll down your cheeks and focus on the soft carpet beneath you. You laid on the bed once, but as soon you were falling asleep, it felt as the sheets were going to trap you, so you crawled to the carpet. A large, green and golden carpet. The last thing you remember before sleep for good is the fluffy material between your fingers.
******
You wake up, hoping - almost praying - for all of this to be only a nightmare. But it is not. The first thing you notice is the tray that is placed near at you. There is a huge lunch on it. Cheese - at least three different types -, bread, multiple kinds of fruits, tea and grape juice.
Your stomach aches by hunger, but you do not take a bite from anything. Slowly, as you fear that the food might harm you, you push the tray away.
Sitting up, you look around. And cannot help but feel like the walls are closing around you, making it hard to breathe. A claustrophobic sensation gets to you. You have not ever been forbidden of leaving your room. The very best thing about your family was the way how you loved you each other, no matter what and never got So you have never been confined to a bedchamber or any kind of chamber, to be clear.
And, honestly, you do not enjoy the feeling at all.
You think about opening a window, to let wind blow through the room. But there is only two narrow windows and they are too high for you to reach.
As you watch the sky, looking through the small window, you see the sun rising. Dawn. How long have you slept?
You try to relax and breathe. And you see the door. That is when you realize that you are sitting on the floor, hands grabbing tightly at the thin material of the light blue dress. It is a gorgeous, but simple dress. It belonged to your mother before her death. And how you both have similar frames, it suits you well.
You get on your feet and walk towards the door. But before you can try to open it, a servant does it and enters the room. She is not much older than you and has her long red hair made in a tight bun on the top of her head and big hazel eyes. The servant has in her freckled hands a big tray with your food.
You watch her carefully, without blink and frozen at the spot where you are stopped by the two tall guards that stand behind you.
"I apologize for them, m'lady", the servant says, softly. "But they are necessary and required by Prince Loki himself. I..."
"I don't care", you reply, weakly. Well, you feel weak. "I just need to know how long I have been here"
She seems confused, but still says: "You slept for the whole night. Something around... half day, m'lady"
"Thank you", you mutter, starring at your feet.
She smiles shyly, bows, leave, taking the other tray with her and close the door behind her as she passes.
You sigh sadly and look at the food. Your stomach ache and your body feel weak. But you still do not touch the food. There is a lump in your throat that you cannot swallow and the loneliness and homesickness makes you want to cry. You do not cry. After all, you find yourself too tired to cry.
You drag your weakened and shaking body to the bed. You cannot sleep, but you can get some rest. Try to get better. But that is what you do not do.
You get on your feet and go to the door. Your hand tugs the door handle and, once you twist it - for your horror and desperation -, it is locked. Oh, dear, locked!
Not for too long, thought. As you lift your hand way, the door is open and your stomach sinks.
Loki is starring at you straight in the eyes.