frame as they could.
As they entered the room, you were able to recognise the large, stout, shadow covered figure of 'The Teacher', as well as a few of the others who had a hand in your training, but there was one, rather slender but unmistakeably masculine, figure that took the lead. He was scanning all of the girls as they were sleeping. Oh damn it… they had to stop before they noticed your empty bed; otherwise you'd have hell to pay… Please… stop… You wanted to move forward, but hesitated time and time again. Luckily the group heard your silent pleas and slowed their walking to a near stop, but the man at the front did not.
"Sir, if you wish to have one tonight, I would recommend one of the girls at the end, or better yet, the girls who have just been promoted…" The Teacher said in a low whisper.
"I know which one I desire. I do not need your recommendations…" The man leading the small group spat back, bitterness filling his tone. Wait… Did he just say Sir? You could feel your hands and legs start to tremble. Was that… Loki? A few of the other girls had described him to those who didn't know what he looked like, and, the more you regarded the shadowed figure, the more and more you were sure it was him. Suddenly, he stopped, and looked to your empty bed. You pressed your back harder against the wall. Please, just leave… show some form of humanity and leave it be… "(Name)…" the man cooed. The trembling in your limbs became worse, and a choked sob formed on your throat. You saw the flash of pristinely white teeth in the form of a grin grace his lips. He wasn't going to let it go, he had no humanity… What were you going to do?
He took careful steps forward and crossed over your make-shift bed before making his way over to you. The other men he entered with fell silent, and the only sound in your mind was the racing beating of your heart. He was only a few feet from you, however, before he could reach you, The Teacher swooped in and forced you to your knees. His large hand on the back of your neck sent a searing pain through your spine.
"Forgive me, Sir." He stated while tightening his grip on you. "This one should know better… I will take the proper-," The Teacher was cut off and waved away by the man in front of you before he tenderly placed his hand beneath your chin, lifting your gaze from the floor to him. It was only under the direct moonlight that you could see his features clearly. He had raven black hair, which in the moonlight looked almost blue; it was slicked back neatly and tucked behind his ears. It was a stark contrast to his pale skin and mesmerizingly bright green eyes. You let out a shaky breath. This was definitely Loki…
"My Dear, how would you like to join me tonight?" he asked with a sly smile. Under his intense gaze you couldn't move, let alone speak. What were you going to do? If you refused him he would, more than likely, lash out and take you anyway… There was no way out of this situation. You could do nothing to stop what was coming… Your eyes widened when the gravity of your predicament hit you. There was no escape. No hope… No saviour… Nothing…
… Oh God… No…