His arms where locked in the jacket with scratchy material that had irritated his skin once. A long time ago, not it was just their and if he ever managed to move a little the material would slip of his skin and itch. He could move a little, his head dropped to one side, which was the most amount of movement that he could ever manage to do. There was nothing for him to lean his head on so his neck was always sore. He strained his legs and arms for the unknown time. He had stopped counting when he had devised that counting gave him a concept of time. With a concept of time the lack drove him insane. Not having what he needed, this way he could just refer to the last time as yesterday. His body new different of course. The withdrawal was what made his strain uselessly against the bonds. Wasting energy that he didn’t have.
He wouldn’t die however, he was too valuable. At least in his mind he was, he figured that they must need him to feed from, that was why they kept him down here trapped and waiting. He didn’t know if there was a reason why he had been left for such a long time but he didn’t care. He was needed. He knew that he needed them too, the fact it had been so long was a point of that, his skin felt like it was crawling most of the time. His eyes where dry and scratchy but he couldn’t raise his hands to them. His mouth was bone dry and if he spoke his voice would crack but that wasn’t a problem, he couldn’t remember the last time he had heart his own voice. There was the voice in his head but he had no idea if the two sounded that same.
The one in his head was strong, it had a little to it that pretty much bordered on crazy but that was nothing new. Ideas of people or things being crazy didn’t really apply to Loki any more. He had sat in a blank room with no light for so long that his mind was forced to find a way to cope between the people. The people! That was what made him hold on. Every now and then he would hear… something. It was always so far away but he seemed to have really good hearing. As far as he knew he was alone down here. There had been people in the room next door once but that had been silent for so long. He spent moments waiting for the click of the lock. Not even the lock for his room. There where doors before you got to his and he heard everything from the first click of the lock, it was what brought him back to lucidity.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, hating the dryness, he was awake and looking around the room but he heard nothing so he figured he had imagined the click. It happened sometimes.
Then he heard it again. The door closed. It was deafening to him.
Loki strained against the bonds again, wishing he could move from the chair or make a noise to get the person to come to the room. It must have been longer this time as his stomach lurched at the thought of someone being there. He was hungry for food, water. Most thought he was hungry for fear. The footsteps towards the room brought it out of him.
He was used to the fear, it didn’t affect others like it did him. He loved it, hell he lived for it. The person walking around out there brought it out in him but it was always there. It just needed waking up. It was asleep when he was out of it but when he was lucid it was always there just under the surface scraping and scratching at the edges of his subconscious to get out.
Even if they didn’t make it too his room. There was the fear that they would simply turn and leave again. The fear that no one would come to his room. That the first chance he had had in ages to see another person, hopefully someone from the family, could be smashed onto the ground and out of his reach because he couldn’t move.
He wondered if some of the people who walked down here even knew he was here. It had been getting emptier and emptier for such a long time that part of his mind whispered to him incessantly. Telling him over and over that he had been forgotten and left. Every time he started listening however someone would come and give him water and a tiny piece of food.
It was enough every time though. To quash the feeling that he was abandoned and left alone. That someone still knew that he was down here and soon they would be back and would give him exactly what he needed. He didn’t get it which was when the voice started up again, incessantly pushing on his mind telling him he should just die.
Hee strained again, they were closer this time. It was getting harder to hear them over the sound of his own blood rushing in his head. He tensed his body time and time again and pulled uselessly against the straps. They were designed to specifically hold him. At full strength. Right now regular straps could have held him without issue.
His mind focused on the words of the rhyme circling in his brain. He loved the rhyme. He didn’t know where he had learnt it or when it even got into his mind. That didn’t matter however, it was always there. They rhyme was brilliant, such a morbid topic for a rhyme designed for children, it spread fear but he was fear and that was what he needed.
Right now the fear was running out of control throughout him and it was practically falling of him. If that was a Xencar walking toward him they would feel it. He had worked out that it attracted them. When someone else had as much fear as he did right now they were in a corner hiding. Loki was sat, now perfectly still and no longer straining against the ties. No his head was just hung a little but his eyes where focused on the blank dark space that he knew the door was.
It had been so long since it was opened.
Then it did. The light was blinding but he barely flinched as the pain registered to him. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. The door was open and that was all that mattered …
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