You reached forward and picked up the small scrap of paper. Extremely elegant handwriting was sprawled across it. It read:
My Dear; please clean yourself up before I return.
The words echoed in your head… It was as if he had actually said it. A gentle shiver ran down your spine at the forcefulness and authority in his imagined tone. Your brows furrowed. Why were you so infatuated with him all of a sudden? You wracked your mind for an answer, but only came up with one, exceedingly ridiculous answer; Stockholm syndrome. You mentally slapped yourself for even thinking such a thing. It wouldn't set in that quickly. You were being absurd… and yet, you couldn't let it go… You didn't know the reason, but you just had to knowwhy you were acting so foolishly, so you forced your mind to work, even harder than before. But again the answer irritated you. Were you just physically attracted to him?! Really, that was the best you could do?! The thin paper in your fingers crumpled as your hands formed tight fists.
"I was unaware that what I requested was unreasonable." Quickly you looked up. Loki was leaning lazily in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.
Suddenly his weight shifted from the door and he was walking towards you. You were hypnotised by his glowing green eyes, unable to move or even think straight. However, you did feel the trembling in your arms and hands grow in strength the closer Loki came to you. It had become so bad that you lost your meagre grip on the paper, causing it to fall to the ground. Even with his overwhelming presence over you, you were determined not to show him the extent of your fear. However, he had crossed the length of the room in seconds, far too short for you to get your thoughts in order or strengthen what remained of your resolve. So what did you do? You lowered your gaze, and hoped that it would somehow make you invisible. It was a stupid thought, you knew it, and when his slender hand lifted your gaze, you knew your attempt had failed miserably.
"Do as I requested, now. Do not make me regret my decision to bring you here." He said darkly before grabbing the collar of your torn clothes and throwing you towards the open door of the adjoining bathroom.
You hit the ground with force, but managed to land in such a way that stopped from anything from being seriously injured.
"Yes sir…" you replied before standing and rushing to the bathroom.
"You can use any products in the bathroom, but do not take too long…" he started, "Oh, and do not bother putting those rags back on either…" he added, removing the deep emerald scarf from his neck. "There is a robe you may use." Even though Loki wasn't facing you, you nodded before closing the bathroom door.
The bathroom was just as expensive looking as the rest of the room. There was a large spa bath to your left, a double basin and mirror to your right, and an extra-large shower which covered the entire length at the back of the room. But you couldn't linger on it too long, get in, get clean, and get out. Angering Loki any more than you already had would only end badly.