Captive

Captivity
Kidnapping
Compliance
Lima Syndrome
Pet Names
Death
Bleeding

Your POV
Day Thirty Nine
April 12, 2021

But how am I going to do this without him knowing it's on purpose? He's the God of Lies, I can't just lie to his face. That wouldn't work at all, you think as you pace back and forth in your room. You had an idea to convince Loki to lift the barrier two days ago, but you still haven't figured out the execution. I suck at lying anyway, there's no way I'd be able to pull it off even if Loki can't magically sense it or whatever. I'm a freaking open book. You wring your hands as you try to come up with something. It has to look accidental, or else it will be too obvious. If he finds out what I'm doing, he is going to freak out!

You stop pacing and flop onto your bed, worry eating you up. How the heck am I going to pull this off? You pull your necklace out from under your shirt and start rubbing it, trying to ground yourself before you spiral. When I was, like, sixteen maybe I could've pulled this off. I was a disaster, my clumsy butt wouldn't have even needed to try. You look at your phone for the time, knowing it must be late. I should sleep on the problem, you decide when you see 11:18 light up on your screen. You quickly change into pajamas, open the door a smidge should Shadow want to come in, and curl up under your blankets. You keep mulling over your thoughts as you lie down, trying to figure out how the heck to get the evidence you need before going on with your plan. Eventually, you drift to sleep.

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Your POV
Day Forty
April 13, 2021

You slowly wake up, rubbing your eyes, trying to distinguish reality from dream. Your dream wasn't bad, nor good, but one of those dreams that are weird but seem so very real. Real enough that you feel like it truly happened upon waking up. Strange events that somehow seem perfectly plausible. You run a hand through your hair, trying to wake up enough to determine reality.

You sluggishly get out of bed, reaching for your phone to see the time. 2:00 am. Grabbing your hair tie from your desk, you pull your hair up into a bun before walking out the door. You startle yourself when you stand on the hard wooden floor in the hallway. This is the first time you've gone outside of the bedroom barefoot. You never realized the uncarpeted floors were so cold. You keep walking down the hallway despite your cold feet. Maybe the cold will help me wake up. The cold water Loki gave me after my nightmares always seemed to make me more alert and aware of my surroundings. Thinking of such, you walk to the kitchen to get yourself some water.

You grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it up with cold tap water. You lean against the counter, looking out the window as you sip the water. Even still, you can't seem to get the strange images out of your mind. Loki had told me all of his plans, all of his intentions. I don't remember them, but they were good intentions. I agreed to help him, and that's when things got weird. We disappeared and focused on our goals, searching for something, or some things, because we had to get to them first. And there was lots of opposition, but you were holding on. And the ending, that loud sound, tearing the universe apart. Looking down at your hands, as they slowly fade to ash. You sigh. It was merely a dream. Perhaps your subconscious was seeking answers as well. Building possibilities from the little you know and adding its own chaotic spin on it. You sip the last bit of your water, feeling a little more grounded. A little bit. Even still, you feel that something isn't right.

And maybe it isn't.

When you first hear the sound, you can't even process what it was. The first thing you realize is your pounding heart. The second is the glass slipping out of your hand. The third is the awful sound of glass shattering. And next is your heart pounding even more. Crap, crap, crap! Your mind is in chaos as you bend down to pick up the bigger pieces. You aren't within arm's reach of the trash or the broom, but given you are barefoot you can't move away from your spot. You put the big shards in one of your hands, ignoring the sting from the occasional cuts and the blood dripping onto the floor.