Give Me Lovė

Six months… it had been six months since Loki had defeated The Avengers.  Six months since the Earth was taken over by Loki and his army.  And six months since the world was plummeted into a never-ending darkness.  In that time there had been many attempts to over throw Loki, but none had been successful.  The Avengers were forced into hiding in an attempt to regroup after their shameful defeat. There were rumours circling though the cities that they had been killed… Mia knew that not all the rumours that went around were true, and that they were more than likely started by one of Loki's lackeys. She had to believe the Avengers were out there somewhere, coming up with a plan to save the world.  She had to believe there was someone out there who still cared…

A cold tremor coursed through her body and her eyes slowly cracked open. Why did she have to believe there was someone out there who cared? Because if you didn't, then the darkness of being one of Loki's 'girls' would consume her completely.  That's right, Mia were one of Loki's slaves… servants… escorts, whatever you wanted to call it.  All it meant was that she had no freedom, no life, nothing.  Mia were to serve and cater to Loki's every need.

Her brown eyes scanned the large, dungeon-like room that she had been forced to call 'home' for the past three weeks.  She had been taken from the safety and security of her own home, and were forced into training with two dozen other girls.  In the three weeks, just under half of the girls were 'removed due to their own incompetence'.  It made her sick.  She had heard stories of how they disposed of the unwanted dropouts, and it definitely wasn't pretty. Some were given to the Chitauri as playthings, other, more lucky girls were used as maids, while the unlucky and exceedingly 'uselessness' were just killed.

"Once you're in, there's only one way out…" Mia muttered to herself.

One of the girls Mia met on her first night had told her that just before she slit her wrists… The three weeks Mia had spent in training had helped to desensitise her to rough treatment, beatings, verbal abuse… but not death.  The memories of her convulsing, blood covered body still plagued your mind. Her soft sobs and the muttering of the nurses trying to save her echoed in Mia ears, and the metallic scent of blood overpowered the usually cold, stagnant air. It was horrid… And what happened the next day was even worse…   Loki had his eye on the girl who died.  He took her suicide personally, and took out his anger on the girls he called on the next day.  They had been gone for hours, and when they returned, they had cuts and bruises covering almost all of their bodies, several broken bones and sprains.  Three of the four were put in recovery, and still hadn't returned.  As for the fourth… well… the medics didn't reach her in time, and she was forced to bleed out in front of everyone…

Mia rolled over onto her aching side and sat up.  The nagging voice of 'The Teacher' rang out in her mind.

"After lights out, you are not permitted to move from your bed, doing to will result in punishment." His authority filled voice made Mia want to claw at her ears. She hated it. 

Mia threw the thin, hessian like material back from her legs.  Immediately the cold air sent Goosebumps through her entire skin.  Until Mia were brought here, she had never been bothered that much by the cold, but now? Now she felt the cold far too easily...  Everyone in the room was given a thin mattress to sleep on, they were the only thing stopping the cold of the concrete floor from seeping through to everyone's bodies; all the other girls were sound asleep, and yet Mia were apparently the only one who felt the cold, it irritated her to no end, and often ended with her getting little to no sleep.

Mia supressed a sigh and looked from one side to the other. To her left were the girls who were about to 'graduate'.  They would be moved to the main rooms with the others who had finished their training soon.  To her right were the 'newbies', these were the girls who could still feel enough to cry themselves to sleep.

Mia were situated pretty much in the middle; this meant that she were half way through her training, and that she had been taught to tolerate pain, remain silent, as well as basic mannerisms, but she had yet to be introduced to the sex side of her training, of course, that would all change in the morning… her stomach twisted and she could feel the bile rise in her throat.  She had seen many girls return from their first sessions bruised, sore and unable to walk… But that didn't scare you as much as when the training was over… The next hurdle after that was the one many people stumbled at.  Loki.

Mia could feel her heart start to race. She had never even seen her 'Master'.  He personally inspected everyone as they were being trained from a viewing room.  If he didn't like what he saw, they were removed. End of story.  Was he really so heartless that he could dispose of so many people on a whim?

Mia stood up slowly.  Her legs were shaking from the day's activities, but she pushed through the unsteadiness to get to the brick wall, which she used as support to move the rest of the way to her destination: the only window in the entire room.

The moonlight streaming in the window lit the whole room, even though it was barely the length of her arm.  Mia looked down to the dead, destroyed city beneath her.  Loki, as a sign of his victory, had taken up residence in Stark Tower.  Mia weren't sure how many stories high her were, and even thought she weren't entirely fond of heights, she found a refreshing freedom in just standing by the window. It gave her a chance to momentarily forget her situation, and the pain, and the hunger…

Mia sighed and rested her forehead on the cold glass. Why…? Why did I have to be the one taken…? Why did the world have to end up like this? Mia asked herself these questions, and many more, over and over, night after night… Suddenly the heavy, and usually bolted, door opened. The fear of being caught sent adrenaline through her body and, briefly forgetting the pain in her sides, Mia quickly spun around.  Someone… no… there were three… four people entering.  Crap.  Mia pressed her body as tightly as she could manage to the wall, hoping that the shadows would swallow as much of her frame as they could.

As they entered the room, Mia 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 her empty bed; otherwise Mia'd have hell to pay… Please… stop…  Mia wanted to move forward, but hesitated time and time again.  Luckily the group heard Mia 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? Mia could feel her 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 she regarded the shadowed figure, the more and more she were sure it was him.

Suddenly, he stopped, and looked to Mia empty bed. Mia pressed her back harder against the wall.  Please, just leave… show some form of humanity and leave it be…

"Mia…" the man cooed.

The trembling in her limbs became worse, and a choked sob formed on her throat. Mia 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 she going to do now?

He took careful steps forward and crossed over her make-shift bed before making his way over to Mia.  The other men he entered with fell silent, and the only sound in her mind was the racing beating of her heart.  He was only a few feet from Mia, however, before he could reach her, The Teacher swooped in and forced Mia to her knees.  His large hand on the back of her neck sent a searing pain through her spine.

"Forgive me, Sir." He stated while tightening his grip on Mia.

"This one should know better… I will take the proper-," The Teacher was cut off and waved away by the man in front of Mia before he tenderly placed his hand beneath her chin, lifting her gaze from the floor to him.  It was only under the direct moonlight that she 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.  Mia 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 Mia couldn't move, let alone speak.

What were she going to do now? If she refused him he would, more than likely, lash out and take her anyway… There was no way out of this situation.  She could do nothing to stop what was coming… Mia's eyes widened when the gravity of her predicament hit herself.  There was no escape.  No hope… No saviour… Nothing…

… Oh God… No…