Trigger warning: Abuse.
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You whirl around in an attempt to pinpoint the origin of Munnin's voice, but with nothing but inky blackness surrounding you, it was hard to discern.
While your eyes strain in an effort to see, your other senses become more acute. You tune in to the tiniest of noises and follow every obtrusive scent with rapt attention. In spite of this, you secretly wish you had no sense of smell, as the stench of damp rot lingers up your nose.
"Is the mortal scared?" Munnin's voice teased you; he knew anyone would be afraid in this situation.
You freeze up, partially out of uncertainty over his whereabouts and partly out of fear of the dark.
"Does the mortal want to cry out for her lover? Oh, go ahead, mortal. Call out for Loki, scream his name."
Squinting into the shadows, you listened intently as he spoke, feeling sure that he was somewhere off to your right. You take a defensive position, arms raised, anticipating an attack from that direction.
"I do hope you scream as well as he did. His wails were music to my ears." He continued, only to throw you further off track by hearing his voice come from the opposite direction now.
"You are a monster, a coward who preys on vulnerable children!"
In response to your sharp rebuke, he merely laughed arrogantly to himself. But his chuckling seemed to be originating from everywhere, adding to your confusion. It was proving increasingly difficult to locate him in the blinding dark.
"You are right, I am a monster, and I take pride in being one," he said smugly, and you quickly switched your footing, angling your body towards where you thought his constantly shifting position was.
"But you are also wrong. I don't just prey on children, I never set myself such limitations. Not when adults of all ages can fear me just as good."
Your heart raced and your anxiety level soared as you spun around at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. The mystery of his whereabouts terrified you and now you suspect he was toying with you on purpose to reduce you to a trembling mess.
In a frantic state, you shout into the unknown, "Stop moving! Put an end to your scheming mind games. If you plan to attack then do it without the trickery!"
As you wait for a reaction you tried to calm your heavy breathing, but then you notice a warm glow emanating from afar; it slowly grew brighter, allowing you to make out more of your cryptic surroundings. Your eyes scan everywhere in search of Munnin, however, you failed to spot him.
Suddenly, a voice from above you causes you to jump in alarm. As you gaze up, you discover Munnin gliding silently from the rocky ceiling. With a twisted look on his face, he stares at you as his sharp talons hit the ground.
His unkempt black wings flutter at his side. He gets a kick out of seeing the look of horror on your face.
"I'm truly excited for you and I to be alone, may I offer you the warmest of welcomes—welcome to my humble abode," he said, his face set in a grin, his arms outstretched as if to show off his dwellings.
The dim light suddenly illuminated all the walls, and after a moment of shock, you examined your surroundings and realised that you were actually within a cave, a putrid space filled with what appeared to be rotting animal carcasses.
"What, no gift? I thought it was customary for mortals to bring a gift when entering someone's home" he remarked with an amused tone, "don't worry mortal, I won't hold it against you. I will just take something from you instead."
In an instant, he rushed forth and pounced on you. His dark wings enfold you entirely, smothering you in his embrace until you're entombed within his suffocating cocoon.
Light gradually disappears as his wings tighten, squeezing you closer to his body. And now within the darkness of his wings, you can only make out the yellow light of his eyes looking back at you.
The stench from his heated body fills the compact space, making it unpleasant to draw an inhale. And as he spoke the combination of the scorching air and his foul breath was unbearable.
"Which do you prefer, your fingers or your toes?"
Hearing his deeply disturbing question fills you with dread. You begin to struggle violently, shoving your body hard against him in the vain hope that it will loosen his wings and pave the way for an attempted escape.
You scream, "Nooo, get off me" but your loud, defiant yells only fed his pleasure.
His strong compression on you sapped your energy; it was as if the air itself had vanished, and now, despite your best efforts to maintain consciousness and keep fighting, you were beginning to lose your bearings and pass out.
"Struggle, mortal, use up that oxygen," he urges almost in humor as you weaken to a condition of listlessness. "That's it, black out, and when you wake, we will begin"
Your valiant battle ends and you descend into the darkest depths of your psyche as your awareness dissolves into thin air.
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You gradually awaken as you feel something wet trickle continuously onto your face.
Eager to move your body, you try to get up, but your startled to discover that your hands and feet are bound as you lay flat on a table. Your arms extended to the sides, while your legs are drawn apart.
Water continues to fall on your face, and you look up to see the damp, rockery of the cave; the source of constant drips.
You make an effort to turn your head, but the slightest motion causes extreme discomfort. You instinctively groan from the sudden pain, but your sound comes out muffled, and you quickly realise that a hard ball is jammed into your mouth preventing you from screaming out loud.
Even more alarming was the reason why you felt pain on turning of your head. A heavy device resided on your face in the form of an iron contraption, securely fastened. The minute you move, the pressure applied to it causes the sharp points to dig into your skin.
Your head feels as though it's splitting in two from the pressurised helmet and your mouth hurts from being in an unnaturally wide open position. You start panicking and tug furiously on your bindings, causing the metal cuffs to tear further into your flesh, only exacerbating your pain.
Feeling the chill of the air makes you stop your struggle, and now you realise that you're almost naked. Munnin had left you bare, with the exception of your skimpy underwear.
You begin to sob, your muffled cries for help met with the clatter of metal chains striking the table as you resume your desperate attempt to free yourself.
The horror that has seized your every sense causes time to pass slowly, and you think of Loki. Hoping the thought of him brings you some comfort—but it doesn't. The image of him only inflicts your heart with more suffering as you imagine yourself dying and never seeing him again.
Your body is swept with a wave of hopelessness and you scream out in desperation once more, this time noticing a metallic aftertaste. You can actually taste the blood in your throat from how parched and inflamed it has become. The tears collect at the corners of your eyes, and with each blink, a salty drop trickles down.
"I knew you would bring me great pleasure with your pained wails" his sudden voice made you release a startled shriek, "Ahhhh yes, continue your sweet melody mortal, sing for me" he cooed.
You dare not move your neck because of the excruciating spikes, so you anxiously dart your eyes back and forth, in search of him.
Suddenly you feel the touch of his large protracted claws scrape along your heel. A quick glance down reveals him standing at the far end of the table. He's looking at you, teeth bared in an arrogant grin.
As his long nail slowly climbs your leg, leaving red lines where it pierces the outer layer of skin, he murmurs, "You smell different when you are asleep."
Pain builds from the very fine incisions left by his nail, but you dare not writhe for fear he'll be less delicate with his pressure. He continues to your thigh, reaching your underwear.
"Seems we have come to an impasse," he said with a hint of a smile on his lips, hooking his sharp nail under your panties and effortlessly slashing the waistband.
You are left feeling more exposed as your torn underwear barely covers your modesty.
He proceeds to trace along your stomach, continuing to coil his nail around your belly button.
"You know mortal, not all of me is bird, I do have elements of man" he says looking in your eyes, and smirking.
As you fully grasp his meaning, your eyes widen. The thought of him forcing himself on you made you feel sick. You groan against your ball gag and wriggle against his touch, uncaring if his nail sliced your skin. You needed it to be known that you were not going to allow this to happen.
"Now, now, don't exhaust your pretty self. I prefer you to be awake for everything that is about to come." He declared as he began climbing onto the table.
He positions himself on top of you, resting his entire weight on your chest, making you cough and sputter into your metal ball. He was deliberately crushing you to death, his yellow eyes boring into yours as he did so.
You feel like your ribs are ready to crack from the pressure of his weight, but then he instantly releases you. You take a deep gasp, desperately sucking in air, but it was difficult to get enough through with the obstruction of the hard ball.
You calm your frazzled state and focus on inhaling deeply through your nose, allowing your lungs to fill with enough air. Yet, as you begin to breathe normally again, Munnin crashes back down, pressing his weight on top of you, and laughing as he did so.
"This form of torture is similar to stoning, quite popular in your earthly medieval times, I believe" he states with interest, "such an evil form of punishment, crushing the victim slowly until death—I do so enjoy it. But I do not want death to come so easily to you mortal. I'm having too much fun"
You silently beg for more air as he drives deeper into you, your chest compressed so tight against him that it felt as though your ribs were going to splinter through your skin at any moment.
Your head begins to spin from the agony and low oxygen levels, and you realise that you are once again on the verge of passing out, yet this time you welcome the relief.
Just as you begin to lose consciousness, he withdraws from your body, yet you remain in a dazed state.
"I need you awake!... DO NOT BLACK OUT!"
The sharp teeth of Munnin's jaws clamp down on your shoulder, inflicting an excruciating bite that snaps you back to reality. You release a muffled wail as a result of the searing pain, while hot blood seeps out of you and drips down your cold skin.
"Argh, this gag simply won't do!" He snarls in irritation, "I want to hear the echoes of your scream bounce off the walls." He quickly removes the ball from your mouth and tosses it aside.
You assume closing your mouth will provide respite, but when you do, the agony from your jaw is unbearable.
Munnin snickers, "Isn't it funny how keeping your mouth forcefully open causes your bones to lock, and as soon as you try and remedy it by closing your lips, it just causes even more pain." he chuckles louder, "mortal bodies are so fickle, so fragile, so easily disfigured."
He saw your eyes tearing as you resume a partially open mouth, unable to open or close it without experiencing extreme pain. Your distressed expression caused him to groan in frustration, but he eventually gave in and said, "Alright, I'll offer you relief, just do what I say, got it?" He paused, waiting for you to acknowledge his words before continuing.
You nervously nod your head.
"Now, stretch your mouth as far open as it can go. You'll feel immense pain, but don't worry; it's the first step to unlocking your jaw."
He observes you as you remain motionless; you don't trust him and couldn't risk feeling any more agony.
He narrowed his eyes, looking at you scornfully. "I said, do as I say, or else I'll forcefully do it for you, and I'll not be gentle about it," he warned.
You tensed, your eyes imploring out of fear, but as soon as you saw his hands move towards your face, you began opening your mouth wider.
He laughs at your quick submission.
"That's it, slowly stretch as far as you can go, and when you hear a little click of your bones you'll feel a searing pai—"
You suddenly release an ear-splitting scream as your jaw unlocks, followed by the most agonising pain you've ever felt. Munnin's eyes rolled to the back of his head, taking great delight in hearing your wails.
He gazed down at you with hunger in his eyes and added, "Normally I would be extremely irritated at being interrupted, but that delectable scream was divine, it's been a while since my cock grew hard from a mere sound."
Still reeling from the aftermath of the agony, you start to close your mouth, but Munnin cuts in with some fast words, "Slowly, mortal. Gently close your mouth—making sure to keep your lips slightly ajar."
He watches as you cautiously follow his instructions, and finally, your gruelling pain subsides.
"There, isn't that better," he said with a grin, "but I'm afraid I don't offer advice for free, I want something in return pretty one"
As you look up at him, a furrow forms between your brows. With his claw now retracted, he begins to move a slender finger down your body, continuing lower until he passes your stomach and boldly ventures underneath your ripped panties.
Your body instinctively recoils at his touch, forcing his hand to slip away from your intimate area, and immediately you begin to yell out in protest, "No, get off of me; don't touch me! Please no, Loki! Someone-help me!"
You felt disgusted that your pleas reverberating all around the cave only served to heighten Munnin's arousal. Which was evident on his face as he listened intently to your cries for Loki. You mute your anguish as soon a you realised he got off on the sounds, but he quickly retaliated at your not so submissive behaviour.
Squeezing your wounded shoulder to elicit pain, he shouts out an order, "Cry out to him, yell his name, scream for that frost scum."
Your shrill cries resound throughout the cave in response to his squeeze, and more blood and misery pour from his deep, bite mark.
Adding to your distress, Munnin begins to grind his body against yours. His deep, noxious breath against your face makes you turn your head away, and as you do, the iron spikes dig into your skin.
More of your piercing cries drown out his grunting pants, causing him to pause in his grinding and look for the source of the pain. He watches your neck with amusement as crimson blood trickles down and pools on the table.
Suffering excruciating bodily pain and devastating mental anguish causes you start bawling your eyes out. And the skin surrounding them starts to burn from the salt in your tears.
While Munnin watches you slip into a submissive role, showing indications of defeat, he can't help but chuckle and taunt, "You gave in so quickly, mortal; do you really believe this is the worst it can get?" His sneering tone suggests that he is only getting started in belittling your suffering.
"Call out to him, call out to your lover, Loki, and perhaps, I'll go easier on you."
"No! I won't" you say defiantly, causing Munnin to be taken aback by your sudden display of bravery.
"Oh you won't, will you, I will see about that" he jumps from the table and walks to your feet.
You desperately try to peer down, to see what he was up to, but the strain on your eyes was too much. You could do nothing but look helplessly at the rocks above you, anticipating the impending hurt with mounting anxiety.
You feel a cold object hold your toenail, and with a swift motion of his hand, Munnin rips your nail clean off your toe.
Your agonising shriek bellowed, revealing your severe affliction. He approached and held up your toenail for you to see, getting nice and close so you could examine it attentively. You felt the acidic bile rise up, burning your already raw throat and despite the sting, you cry out, your sobs sounding rough from the effort.
"Loki was tough at first, but I broke him eventually. You know what hurt him the most?"
"Stop it, I don't want to know. I can't bare it" you plead.
Munnin smirks "I call it the hot box, a small confined box, similar to a coffin. It produces steam, an intense heat. You are starved from water, interaction, stimulus, noise. All you hear is your body sizzling as it boils within it—that was Loki's most feared torture, a mere mention of the hot box had him to his knees." He laughs as he reminisces fond memories. "Can you believe it, an Asgardian prince kneeling before me. If I could live within one memory it would be that one, his first time in the box, his agonising fear, his pained wails—oh, it was delectable." He sighed, his sickening smile fading, "But eventually his severe dehydration prevented him from screaming, and although I knew it was the worst for him, the box wasn't the best for me and my pleasure—and my pleasure always comes first"
"Enough! I don't want to hear anymore!!" You scream, your sadness turning into wrath.
Munnin doesn't even contemplate stopping; he's already talking over you before you finish your words.
"Do you know his kind detest the heat? They simply can't stand it. The cold blooded monster within him fears it. You think I look a fright, wait until you witness his other form." His remarks, confusing you, "I assume as you are still in love with him, it means he hasn't shown you who he really is yet, likely for fear of scaring you away—but just wait. Monsters can't hide forever, we always creep out eventually."
You ignore what he says and make no effort to take it in. You know Loki isn't a monster, he's far from it.
"Loki would never hurt anyone, you are the only monster!"
You hated him for hurting Loki, and it was the first time in your life that you wished for someone's suffering.
"You clearly do not no the real him, he is selfish filth. As a child he threw his brother to me, wanting Thor to receive my punishments instead of him. How is that not a monster? Putting a loved one in harms way so you can end your own torment." Munnin laughs snidely at your naivete.
"I don't believe you! Stop with your lies you heartless scavenger!"
"Heartless? despite my wicked reputation I really have the heart of a small boy," he grins devilishly, "I keep it in a jar next to my bed" Munnin snorts out a hearty laugh, humoured by his own words.
You look at him in shock, unsure if he was really telling the truth. Did he really keep the hearts of children? You felt physically repulsed.
"Oh I just jest" he added, and you breathed a sigh of relief, "why would I keep the heart of a child, that's the most delectable part."
He deliberately zoned in on you as he said those words, enjoying the look of horror on your face.
"Contrary to beliefs, ravens prefer fresh meat. I'm not a scavenger. I prefer to choose my prey, and rip them apart piece by piece, devouring them alive. Your meat looks plump, and fresh, it's actually making me hungry." Munnin licks his lips as he stares at your body spread out on the table.
"I don't even need to move you as you're already served upon my dining table. I may even eat you with etiquette, a knife and fork at the ready instead of using my hands" his mouth begins to drool as he imagines doing unlawful things to your body.
You watched as Munnin, his mouth still salivating at the sight of you, moved back to your feet. He lowered his head, his pointed fangs almost touching your nailless toe that has now clotted, preventing any further loss of fluid.
Munnin's mouth slowly closed around your toe and he began sucking vigorously. You screamed in agony as his strong suction reopened the congealed wound. And he moaned as he gulped down the clot of blood and now consumes the fresh liquid that spurts from you.
You could feel the vibrations in his mouth as he moaned from the pleasure of your pleasant flavour.
Once you realised he was relishing your taste, you immediately screamed for Loki, calling his name, and begging for him to come. You couldn't help it, you knew now that he's had a taste of you and enjoyed it, he'll want more, maybe even resorting to eating some part of you.
Your attention is immediately drawn to a loud gasp coming from deep within the cave. Tears clouded your eyesight, but you continued blinking to try and clear your vision.
"Get your filthy mouth off of my queen, now!" An enraged Loki, growled.
As soon as you heard Loki's voice, relief flooded your entire body. "Loki, please help me!" Your voice sounding shaken and weak.