Chapter 3
After 10 minutes of Loki going over rules and guidelines with me a woman walked into the room. She handed me multiple dresses, each one shorter than the last. They were a dark green with gold and black.
They were cute.
"Do you like them?" Loki asks tentatively.
I look up into his eyes and smile in gratification, "I love them!"
"Good." He coos, "I picked them out specially for you."
"Thank you." I breathe.
"I trust, that I've gained your respect?" He asks.
"Fuck no. You're still a kidnapper. Just a... Sweet one." I retort without hesitation.
"Okay. But that language will not be tolerated. Get on your knees and hands." He mouths angrily.
I do as I'm told and hear the boots click behind me once again.
"Oh my. What type of punishment should you receive? 10 whips, perhaps?" He asks. I swear I can hear him smiling.
"No... Please..." I whimper.
"At least you know you manners." He scoffs.
"Thank you, sir." I spat back with sarcasm.
"You're quite welcome." He spats right back.
I smile and then giggle a little.
"Am I amusing you?" Loki asks with a sharp tone.
"No." I snap.
He raises his arm like he was going to beat me, then sighs, "I'm not going to hit you. I enjoy your presence."
"Thanks?" I say. It was more of a question than a statement.
"You're welcome." He coos. He offers me his hand, I take it. I'm hoisted up in a swift motion.
"Now, change into a dress that stops mid-thigh. In 17 minutes there will be inspection so do your chores." He whispers into my ear.
Chores! I totally forgot about those! That's what he was going over before the lady came in! Shit! What am I going to do?