To the Highest Bidder [Ashlynn & Loki]
notthegodloki:
Her grip was firm and painful to the smaller, her body still ached from her abduction and having her mouth forced open made her body flinch and everything hurt.Â
Her standing!? She spoke of her standing as if Loki knew who she was, this mildly frustrated the raven but she bit her tongue, literally, and kept a stoic expression. This woman may have been something to her crowd, but she was nothing to Loki, her standing was meaning less and invoked no intimidate respect from her.
Next thing she knew, they were in a mansion and she was no longer bound. It was a whirl wind that she tried to wrap her head around. All of this is frustrating and it made her realize that Vincent was alone and her heart dropped, he hasnât eaten for a few days. Panic set in and her thoughts were brought back as the woman spoke to her again.Â
Loki shifted her Jade gaze up to meet those vibrant crimson eyes. Without a moment of hesitation Loki walked up to the woman, not breaking eye contact the entire time. A mere foot apart, and with a voice hoarse from shrill screams and a neglect of water, quietly, and yet as loud as she could go, she spoke shortly with her new found owner.Â
âI want my rabbitâ
âIt speaks.â Ashlynn couldnât help but grin at the rebellious gleam in her eyes. No one had the gal to even match her gaze, let alone keep it for the length of time that this human was achieving. âAnd already demanding.âÂ
She turned her back upon the small mortal and threw a few commands at Clyde to start preparing their evening meal. She didnât wait for the girl as she started up the large staircase. âHere I thought after I saved you from being a sex slave or far worse, that you showed some gratitude, but rather you are demanding something other than your life and for a rabbit no less.âÂ
Clyde sighed for a moment while he watched Ashlynn return to her room, then turned to the human. âWant some food? Better than pissing her off even more.â
Frustration. The pure emotion bubbled in the pit of her stomach as the woman mocked her. She didn't expect Ashlynn to understand, but she was hoping for something more than this.
Loki wanted to scream, swear, cry and bare all of her emotions. Instead she kept that same defiant, expressionless gaze fixated on the other woman.
Vincent meant everything to her. That rabbit had been her entire emotional support on more occasions than she could literally remember, and to have her one request to save him from the woman who saved her brushed off so easily was so frustrating.
As the woman walked away Loki shifted her gaze to Clyde, an almost desperate look settled on her features as her eyebrows knitted together, and her hands rested on her stomach as panic began to set in.
"Please help me."














