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This is truly the end of Prices to be Paid. Thank you guy’s so much for all of your support it meant a lot to me. It really did. I hope you loved this story as much as I love all of you. And if you want some more of my writing you can check out Sanctuary which I can now focus all of my attention on
Alright guys, this it. There may or not be an epilogue, depends on how much you like it;)
Rebecca awoke in the chamber where her punishments took place months before, she tugged at her wrists but they were shackled to the posts. She sighed, she was back in the position she had hoped to never be in again. She bowed her head in defeat. This was it. She was never going to see Loki again. Either way one of them will die.
Nights had become restless for Rebecca. There were many nights when she’s get out of bed and pace out in the sitting room in front of the fire. Her hands would be clasped behind her back as tears of frustration would run down her face. One night Loki stumbled out into the living room while she was pacing.
She awoke to blackness. The last thing she remembered was jogging her usual route. Squinting, Rebecca realized she was in some sort of cell. Oh shit, she thought, I’m probably in some underground sex slave trade or something. She wasn’t too far off. Rebecca tried to stand up only to realize her legs were shackled to the wall. She groaned inwardly, Definitely underground sex slave trade… She tried to remember all those years she spent in karate about fighting off an attacker and taking someone down.
At first Loki ignored the knock blaming it on a dream and wrapped his arms tighter around Rebecca. Then it came again and the sounds of bolts being unlocked followed. Loki picked his head up and eyed the door suspiciously. Wriggling out from under Rebecca and laying her gently on the couch, he picked up the fire poker and crept over to the door. When the door creaked open was ready to attack the person who was sneaking into his chambers. He may be a prisoner but it was his place! However, the person he saw standing before him caused him to drop his weapon.
Just a warning: this is an uber long chapter so yeah…
Around 3 A.M, Rebecca slipped out of her room. She padded softly down the hallway towards the sitting room. The fire was still lit and food was still left from dinner. After the incident in the bathroom, Rebecca hadn’t left her room and Loki didn’t try to coax her out. She sat down in his chair and started picking at the leftover food. Starring into the fire, Rebecca’s eyes started to tear up. Everything bad always happened to her and it was always in some way her fault. It always was. No matter how many times her psychiatrist would tell her it wasn’t her fault, she knew it was.
Loki stumbled out into the sitting room barefoot and bare-chested with only his pair of black pants from the night before. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the back of an unfamiliar head, but he remembered it was Rebecca. He was still a little mad that his mistress went to bed without him after supper. What was that all about?
Loki padded over to behind his chair where Rebecca was sitting and cleared his throat.
Prices to be Paid
His gaze shifted from the fire to the door, anxiously he crossed his legs, Loki looked over his shoulder and down to the other bedroom in his imprisonment tower. He was summoned to be meeting with Odin today in the throne room. It had been three months since his last summoning and that was when his father had told him that he was to be imprisoned for eternity. Loki looked back at the extra bedroom; maybe he would be able to spend time with Thor. Even though Thor was chosen to be king, he was probably the only god who still loved him.