Right to the Night

Chapter Forty-Two

Loki thrashed at the second guard as he wrapped his arms around him, purposefully digging his nails into his skin, causing him to grunt in pain. Elisabete's eyes widened as blood began to stain the bandages where the guard's fingers were. She then turned her attention to the first guard as he walked up towards her and jumped on the bed. He quickly gripped her wrists and pinned them down, causing her to struggle.

"Mmm. I like it when you struggle. I've always wanted to be this close to the king's whore. You know, that other one...Sanit was it? She was a beauty. I remember going to bed and envisioning her in there with me and we'd go to town on each other. I'd heard of the dirty things she and him would do to each other in the night. Now, I wonder if you're anything like her?" The first guard told her as he hovered above her.

She shook her head and kicked at him. She cried out for him to stop as he pressed himself against her through his trousers. As he looked down at her, he saw the blood and moved back a little with his brow furrowed.

"Is it your monthly bleeding? Well...that doesn't bother me." The man chuckled.

He began moving against her through the fabric of his trousers and Elisabete burst into tears, begging for him to stop.

"If you've fucked him, you must like this." The man laughed.

"Let her go! Stop this!" Loki yelled.

The first man then gripped Elisabete's throat and began choking her. She gripped his arm with one hand as the other pushed against his chest.

"What did we say if you spoke up?" The first laughed, keeping his gaze on Elisabete.

In the blink of an eye, Elisabete gasped as she saw Loki jump on the man, somehow escaping the other's grip. He wrapped his arms around his neck and tackled him to the ground. The second guard rushed towards them and stopped in his tracks once Loki rushed towards Elisabete, sat on the bed in front of her, and pointed the first guard's dagger at the both of them.

"You get out and leave us alone right now. You will get us a healer and that is final." Loki seethed.

The two guards quickly left the cell and ran down the hall. Once they were out of sight, he placed the dagger on the nightstand. As soon as he turned to face her, his eyes widened as she threw herself at him, sobbing into his chest. He cradled her head to him and held her like his life depended on it. He laid his cheek against her head and hushed her, trying to calm her down. But before he could say anything, Elisabete pushed him away and moved back against the headboard. He reached his hand towards her and furrowed his brow as she shook her head.

"Get away from me." She cried.

"Elisabete, please, I just want to comfort you. What they did was-"

"I don't care! They only did what they did because of you! This is your fault, Loki. If I hadn't been tied to you in such a way, they would have left me alone! This is your fault and no one else's!" She yelled at him.

"Elisabete, let me just-"

"No! Get away from me! I don't want to look at you right now." She sobbed.

"I just-"

"I said get away from me! Don't touch me!" She screamed at him.

Loki quickly jumped off the bed and watched as she curled into a ball and wept into the pillow. He slowly back away from her and began to cry as he felt so helpless. She was right. Everything had been his fault. He seated himself on the lounge chair and just listened to her cry.

As the hours passed them by, she was still crying when Eir finally arrived at the cell. She rushed inside and was about to go check up on Elisabete when she noticed that Loki's bandage on his chest was bleeding. She walked over to him and smiled weakly while carefully reaching out towards him.