You no longer wanted to breathe, you wanted to slip away into the dark nothingness of death... but apparently The Teacher just loved to make you suffer. He lessened the weight on your back, allowing you to breathe properly for the first time in what felt like hours and threw a short robe over your shaking form. You were then hauled to your feet and placed with your back against the wall as The Teacher turned to greet the two men.
That was the first opportunity you had to see who had interrupted The Teacher. Before you stood two men in head-to-toe armour, one was tall, really tall, and visibly muscular, the other... well... not so much. They both made their way over to you, but neither even glanced at you, instead they were focused solely on The Teacher.
"Loki has given us orders, you are not to be here..." the taller guard said, removing his metal mask. What...? He wasn't... he wasn't your attendant? Your knees felt weak, had you not been against the wall, you probably would have fallen to the ground. The Teacher smirked,
"I was only passing by, when the treacherous little whore tried to escape, isn't that right?" he turned to the young boy you had run into and glared, he received a nod in response.
"Y-yes. She surprised me and hit be from behind, if The Teacher wasn't here, she would have escaped." The boy said, refusing to look at you.
"N-No, wait, I didn't! I - -," you were cut off when The Teacher tangled his stumpy fingers in your hair and pulled your head sharply downwards.
"Don't bother. The little bitch just doesn't want the punishment Loki has arranged for her." Your eyes widened and muscles tensed. Loki... what? He arranged punishment?! The Teacher snickered at your reaction. "That's right (Name), he thought you'd try to run, and set up a punishment for when you were caught." He was right by your ear. If he didn't have such a tight hold of your hair, you would have thrown your head backwards in an attempt to break his nose; but that was impossible with the way he held you. The plump man stood straight and turned his attentions back to the guards, "I will take her back to the other girls; I'm already late for lessons as it is..." just as he began to move, the guard stopped him.
"That isn't what we were told to do..." The taller one said sternly. Oh God... what had they been ordered to do...?
The two guards took you away from The Teacher and guided your down the semi-familiar hallways. You could still hear him behind the three of you. Of course he just so happened to be going the same way... You were thankful though that the two guards stood between you and him... And yet... a nervous twinge of terror still gripped you. Where were they leading you? Just as you began to fear that you actually would be returning to the shared room with the other girls, you were yanked abruptly right by one of the guards and thrown into one of the prison cells. The cold and hard floor was a welcome change from the memory of The Teachers flabby and sweaty skin, but it didn't make you feel any cleaner. The sticky stains of his seed were still covering much of your body, and it was almost like you could still feel him within your womanhood.
"Maybe a week in here will teach you some manners..." The Teacher growled from the doorway as he walked passed. The guard shut the cell door, but before he left, he spoke to you, too soft and kind to be a guard in a place like this.
"When Loki returns, and before you are returned to him, he will be told of everything I suspect has happened." A soft shuffling sound came from outside, the guard looked over his shoulder to his smaller teammate who nodded and went outside. Why would one leave while the other stayed? Was he keeping watch or something? Your brows furrowed. No, what reason could they have to do that? The guard who was in front of you then knelt down to your level and leaned against the metal bars.