Thorki - The lure of pale blue lips - Chapter 2: To satisfy their thirst
Filth, humiliation, stench…
Loki started rubbing his skin desperately, trying to rid himself of the dark elf’s smell. His black hair was still sticky with the white substance, that had already dried on his face.
When he was sure the jailer didn’t watch him anymore, he stormed into the bathroom and violently retched into the toilet. It felt less nasty when it came out again, now mixed with bile, tasting differently.
They either poured it down his throat or drenched his face with it. But Algrim had not been satisfied with one go. Every single disgusting wish Loki had to fulfill.
At least the man didn’t possess much stamina, easy and quickly to please. As for his master Loki was not yet sure. He had worse… or so the young god thought.
Loki threw up until there was nothing left in his stomach. His shivering form sank down onto the floor where he started to weep silently. Only sometimes a sob escaped his sore throat. Loki didn’t know how long he stayed there on the cold tiles until he heard the door opening. Again…
"You have another customer for a whole night. Required is a female, don’t hide your scars, he seems to be fond of them, your usual appearance, black hair.”
His scars… Loki could stand it while being male or female, even with his normal appearance, but these marks were something he kept for himself. They reminded him of the pain he had suffered, and survived. And they were private, his… “Every scar?” the god dared to ask. Maybe it would be enough to see the whip’s traces or the healed cuts from the daggers.