A/n:
I am sorry I could not post a chapter till today. My computer was in repair and I couldn't remember my account password to log in through my phone.
And oh!
There's a ({!!!TRIGGER WARNING!!!}) for this chapter.
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Her screams echoed off the walls as she cried and cried, begging for him to show her mercy. Her cries came from deep within her chest, rabid animal sounds that twisted into raspy moans by the time they left her cracking lips. She tried to say something, but it came out as nothing but a pleading whimper. The ropes tightened around her hands impossibly as she felt the scorpion sting of the whip across her back. Her wails became louder and louder, as her limbs felt numb and the metallic taste of blood. Her sore throat ached as screamed endlessly, with pain. Her tongue was cut off, the day before. And she was forced to ingest molten metal. Her eyes were red, and her once beautiful hair was clamped up and dirty. Her manicured nails were bitten and dirty. Her right leg was cut open and unhealed, her left hand was bent unnaturally, and many of her ribs were fractured. She pleaded, pleaded, and pleaded for him to show her mercy and kill her. She was first tortured, then healed, only to be tortured once more.
She knew deep down, that it was her fault. She had always feared death and had never left anything, that could help her attain immortality. That was her first mistake. In her conquest, she had angered him once. But she was forgiven. In her arrogance, she forgot that it was him who has forgiven her and not the other way around. Her second mistake was murder. She had killed someone very close to him when they had declined her, a book that may contain vital information. She regrets the fact that she had pulled her lover along. He was tortured too and was killed a few days ago.
She looks hopelessly into his merciless eyes, as she closed her eyes to what would be the last time. Her only fear even after death, would be his eerily green eyes and she knew it.
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Percy's Pov:
It has been months since we got here. Re-meeting our old friends and making new ones, never left me enough free time. And between school, homework, and fun, well I have no absolute time to rest. The same was with the others. Literally, everyone apart from my Wise girl, and Cinna are stressed. At least there is no one to harm us this time.....?
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Hey! so I am sooooooooooooooo sorry that this chapter was short. And also sorry about that torture scene. I just realized that I couldn't write torture properly. And this chapter may have many mistakes.
Anyway, I wrote a poem about most of this chapter (for fun):
Her eyes were read
As red as blood.
Her throat was sore
Her beauty no more.
Chomped on nails
And clamped up hair.
Hand in shackles
With scars covering her, everywhere.
Screams unheard
Bruises unseen
Tears felt like blood
And sweat turned cold
As the metallic taste of blood
Filled her mouth once more.
Anger turned to guilt
As past mistakes refuse to leave her mind.
Her tongue was cut
And eyes were scourged
Does she deserve this?
And with a start
Armed with a tart
Realization took over
The "Yes" haunts her.
The "no" doesn't help her.
She wails and screams
Searching for hope
In his merciless eyes.
She claws away
Fears cutting her everyplace
His green eyes leaving her insane.
One small mistake
Could ruin our lives
One small word
Could destroy a world.
Just like his Emeralds
Could make it her End
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Ps: would anyone like to help me with the story?
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