His personal… what? Your mouth fell open slightly, unsure how to respond.
"W…What? I-I don't understand… Why would I be discarded…?" You were pretty sure that wasn't what Loki wanted to hear… One of Loki's brows rose,
"The correct response would be yes Sir." He said seriously. "But I'll answer your question nevertheless. I don't like sharing my playthings, especially when I have yet to taste them to their entirety…" He half laughed after thinking for a little while, "But I suppose my phrasing earlier was a little wrong. You don't actually have a choice in the matter love, you will be my Courtesan…" his hold on your chin tightened. "Do you understand?" the pain shooting through your jaw caused tears to spring to the corners of your eyes. What could you do? He would take you no matter what you said or did… If you complied, then maybe, just maybe, he would be kinder… You forced the pain in your face to the back of your mind, just like you had been taught, and nodded.
"I understand…" you muttered, your voice slightly muffled by his hand. The smile on his face was unnerving.
"Good girl." His hand slowly made its way to your neck. He guided you to lay down the bed, but just like many things today you didn't actually have a choice in the matter; the pressure of his grasp forced you to lie down. Oh God… Here we go again… Loki's free hand moved from your thigh, up your side, finally coming to rest just below your breast. "This may hurt a little pet…"
"Wha-," you were suddenly unable to move or speak and it was becoming difficult to breathe.
You gasped for breath and attempted to struggle beneath the invisible weight, but the more you tried to move, the heavier the pressure all over your body became. It was unbearable… If you moved, you were crushed, but if you didn't, you left yourself completely defenceless… Loki's teeth gently grazed against your neck.
"Hold still." The serious tone in his voice forced you to obey his order… but when you realised what was happening, you really wished you hadn't.
He grabbed your wrist and gently trailed his fingers over the barcode tattoo. Had you been capable of moving, you were sure you would have been trembling. Suddenly intense burning pain shot through your arm, you tried to pull away, but whatever it was that held you down stopped that. You couldn't bear to look. The feeling of the skin burning was too much to take, you were sure that if you looked it would only make you pass out, or burst out crying. Neither of which you wanted. The scent of burning flesh reached your nose, which only served to intensify the pain in your arm. There was a sudden change in the temperature of your wrist. Instead of severe heat, there was bitter coldness… You finally gathered enough courage to look at what Loki was doing to you.
The barcode was completely gone, replaced with bright red and tender flesh. You weren't sure what was generating the cold feeling, but his fingers were colder than ice, which helped to soothe the raw throbbing.
"H-How did you…" Your voice was barely above a whisper due to the lack of air and trembling lips. Loki smirked,
"Magic my dear…" he removed his hands from your wrist, and you thought he would release you completely... But you couldn't be more wrong.
Your head was turned to the right by the invisible force, exposing the left side of your neck fully to Loki. Your breathing began to quicken as his fingers trailed over your neck.
"Tell me my dear... have you ever seen my sign? The Nordic mythology of Midgard had a rather accurate representation of it..." his fingertip moved in a figure-eight shape, sending goose bumps all over your skin.
"I-I think so..." you murmured. Loki grinned,
"Good..." He said as the burning returned once more as he traced- no, as he burned the intricate design into the skin of your neck.