"My king... I am your willing servant... do with me as you like..." The woman crawled onto the green sheets, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She sat right on his lap, which was covered by the sheets, but there was a growing bulge in the sheets, a sign of his sexual frustration.

Loki felt himself groan slightly, against all of his might, but he wasn't in control of his actions. It was as if he was an observer of some form of Theatre but was inside the body of one of the actors, just watching. He could sense everything around him, he could feel the woman grinding her hips against his, however, he could not control what he did, or said.

"M'lord, Loki..." She purred, running a hand down his bare chest, "I know you want me..."

The raven-haired prince tried to yell at her, tell her that she was not to speak to him like that, but as before, he couldn't.

"Sarah, darling... you are a tease..." Loki growled.

Loki was confused, who was this Sarah person? It couldn't be the woman, could it? But how did he know her name? How-

Suddenly, the woman, Sarah, pressed her lips against his. They were warm and soft. Without warning, Loki flipped her over, so that he was on top and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Oh, this truly is glorious, Loki thought to himself.

Sarah's hands flew to Loki's hair or at least one did, the other managed its way down to Loki's pants.

 Loki chuckled as she fumbled with the buckle on the God's pants, "You little minx..."

Just as the situation was starting to go somewhere and get intimate, Loki felt himself losing touch with it. It was as if he was losing all senses, he was surrounded by nothing.

Suddenly, he was jolted awake. 

It had been something of a dream, that's all.

Taking a good look around his room, he realized that one thing was missing.

Sarah.

She wasn't laying next to him, nor was she in the bathroom or anywhere in the room.

Sarah.

The name echoed in his head.

"...I know where your demons hide... " Loki mumbled

 Was she a mere illusion...?

No, she couldn't be.

The God jumped out of his bed and found that his bedroom door hadn't been shut all the way.

it's her.

A voice in his head told him. 

He opened the door the rest of the way and a blood-curdling scream pierced the air.

Sarah.

Loki followed the female's scream, and another pierced the air. He could hear the sound of someone sobbing, the someone most likely being Sarah. 

"LOKI!!" she shrieked, a plea for help.

And then he heard one of his brainwashed men,

"Shut up, you little bitch!"

They were in the laboratory, told by the sound of glass breaking, and Loki was there in an instant. Once he got there he saw quite the scene. One of the men were standing over Sarah's unconscious body, holding a broken beaker. The man had smashed the beaker over top of her head, judging by all the glass in her caramel hair.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Loki roared at the man and he made a quick escape from the room, he would be punished later.

The blue cloth was wrapped partially around Sarah's waist, leaving her upper body nude. Her arms were cut by the glass, as well as her face, and the cloth was stained with some blood. Gently, Loki hooked an arm under her neck and another under her thighs, carrying her bridal style. A conscious whimper escaped from her throat and her eyes fluttered open slightly. She attempted to wrap her arms around his neck, but it ended in her crying out in pain. 

"I'm sorry, Loki... I shouldn't have left your room..." She whimpered, weakly.

"Tis alright, Sara-" He began to call her Sarah, but immediately stopped himself, "You've learned your lesson  now..." He said in a stern voice.

He couldn't let himself go soft on her.

 He had to make sure she wouldn't disobey him. 

That she would be loyal...

That Sarah would be loyal...