"I would never hurt you or be unkind to you." Loki persisted, suddenly in front of her. He gently cupped her face as his fingers stroked her jaw. "I would never."
"Holding people hostage in their own home is unkind." She snapped.
His grip tightened...
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Summer knew if she didn't do what he said within the next two minutes, he'd come and find her. So, that's all she had- two minutes to run. She's tried to somewhat play along and be "obedient," but she can't do this anymore. Eventually he'll probably brainwash her if she doesn't act now.
A little voice inside her begged her not to do it. To stay inside to avoid punishment, but.... he hasn't physically hurt her yet.... what's the worst he could do?
What was the worst he could do?
She shuddered at the thought. That's it. She's going to do it. She's going to escape.
She crept towards the island and pulled a knife out of the drawer. No sooner than her hand touched the handle, a weight fell on her shoulder.
With a firm grip on her shoulder, Loki sighed. "I wouldn't."
It was now or never.
She moved fast and spun around to swipe at his face, and missed, but it still managed to make him lose his balance. While the guards were distracted to help their king, she took the opportunity to run. "No, you fools! After her!"
Unfortunately, she hardly made it off the porch. Loki easily knocked her to the ground. She felt cold metal against her ankles, locking them together. Before she knew it, she was being dragged by the chains he attached to her and she desperately clawed at the ground to stop him. "No, please! Stop! I-I'll be good, I promise! I'm sorry!" She screamed as he continued to drag her by her feet against the rough wooden floor.
Much to her surprise, he didn't drag her back inside. He stopped walking and whipped around to loom over her. He caught her face in between his massive hands and squeezed her jaw tightly. "You want to go outside so badly? Fine. Maybe you can stay out there." He hissed and released his grip.
He continued to drag her down the couple of stairs on the porch and onto the snowy yard. He kept going until he reached a sturdy tree and locked his end of the chains around it. "Hope you enjoy your time out here. You'll find out fairly quickly why you shouldn't be out here." He snapped and left her to freeze in nothing but a flimsy robe.
"No! I'm sorry! Please don't leave me out here!" She pleaded as he walked away. She screamed and screamed as loud as she could, pleading with him, only to get no response. In frustration she finally yelled, "I HATE YOU!"
He froze in his tracks. Slowly, he turned around, and she expected to see him enraged.... but instead he appeared heartbroken. With one last sullen look, he continued back to the house without her.
"Come back here!" She screeched as she fought the restraints on her ankles. "Come back here! Don't you dare leave me out here!"
She screamed and cried for hours, praying that someone would hear her. Her clothes were soaked from the snow and began to freeze as the sun set. Her throat was hoarse and her ankles were bloodied with her many attempts to escape. She's tried to break them, she's tried to stick twigs in the locks and unlock them, she's tried everything. But now her body was too cold to do anything, she was too weak.
