Eventually, Loki stopped, growing bored of the mans resistance and opted for a different technique. The crop rippled slightly as it elongated, the end of it curving and swaying into the form of a very cruel looking whip. Testing it, the God cracks it at the bed, watching with pleasure as it splits the pillow sending feathers swirling into the air.
"You can end this all now, if you like. All you have to do is say it." He hisses, pausing to see if the man would respond.