His Queen

The Deal {unedited}

Ziya's POV

Major trigger warnings ⚠️: I'd like to apologize in advance.

  His knee came crashing into my face, the impact forcing me to slam my head against the wall made of jaded stone. I didn't even have time to regain a semblance of consciousness before he reached out again. This time sitting on top of me, hands around my neck, squeezing the life out of me. I grabbed his forearms, raking my nails through his flesh; so much so that I could feel the thick liquid of his blood.

  He lifted me by my neck, once...twice, he slammed my head against the floor. My vision slowly became spotted and I could feel my eyes closing. But they immediately snapped open after a wave of electricity shot through my body.

  "Oh come now...don't tell me you've gotten soft over the years. We've barely reached the two hour mark and you want to give up already," my father sneered.

  "Please...," my voice cracked at the end.

  "How many times do I have to tell you? Don't fucking beg...I hate when you do that shit," he said. He got up and sent a quick kick into the center of my stomach.

  I couldn't help the bile that flew out of my mouth then. My father stepped back in disgust.

  "Now look at you, wasting all the food I so graciously given to you. What an ungrateful child I have," he said.

  I could feel my eyes begin to flutter shut once more, and like always an electric shock was sent through my body. I couldn't help the shriek of pain that I let out.

  "What did I say? Hmm? No sleeping, I swear you are just as disobedient as your mother was," he snapped.

  For the past however many days, Liam has not allowed me to sleep. It started as a simple banging pots and pans around. Having his buffoons scream in my ear, just as night came. But then I adapted and began to sleep through those distractions. He upgraded his tactics by sending electric shocks throughout my body.

  He dragged my near lifeless body and unceremoniously dropped me into the stiff chair, that doubles as my bed. He pulled up another chair that he had brought into the room and sat in front of me. Liam was but a barely visible figure in front of me that looked that he was going on and out of focus.

  "You know they've been looking for you these past few days. Yep...the whole lot of them have search parties looking high and low for their beloved Queen," he said. "I'm tempted to make a reappearance...make my presence known again to my loyal subjects," he mused.

  "Y-you...p-pr-promised, you said you'd only hurt me and leave Asgard alone," I said.

  "I did didn't I? But you see that was before; I had expected you to fight back...make it a little more exciting to beat you senseless. Like when you were younger. But you're just taking this shit...it's disgusting and I'm bored," he said.

  I cannot believe what I was hearing. I always knew my father was a sick man, but I guess I never realized how evil he was when I was a child.

  "The more I think about it, the better the idea sounds. I would love to wage war on my former subjects," he laughed maniacally.

  "DON'T," I shouted.

  "Then fight back! Do something; for twelve years I planned out this moment. I waited for the chance I could come back and take what was rightfully mine. This whole thing," he waved his arms around the cell. "Was supposed to be my big debut moment...and you're ruining it," he seethed.

  "Well excuse the fuck out of me," I snapped.

  He paused and stood straighter. "And that's another thing...that attitude of yours, is much like your mother's. Change it," he said.