Trigger warning- Dark content ahead. 18+🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞
ARIA'S POV:
I could hear his voice. He was angry. How could I get caught?
I screamed as someone splashed cold water all over my face. My eyes burnt and then slowly I opened them to find his cold eyes glaring into mine. He wasn't angry, he was raging.
"Awww, is the little mouse scared?", He asked as he played with a knife in his hand.
"Scared? Do you want to run again?", He teased as his red eyes glared at me with hate.
The knife slowly touched my throat making me cry out as it struck inside my skin. He chuckled darkly before drawing it out.
"Le--t me g--o please.", I said fighting in the chains and they cut into my skin making him smile.
"You aren't leaving again.", He whispered in my ear and removed the chains. As soon as I got up, he slapped me hard making me fall on the chair, its arm hitting my ribs.
"HELP ME..H--HELP..", I screamed for help as my head throbbed where the dickheads had strike me with the door.
"Shout bitch..SHOUT. I'LL SEE WHO HELPS YOU.", He snarled angrily dragging me by my hair to some other room from where a man's muffled screams could be heard.
"LOOK UP.", He growled kicking me in my ribs making me cry in pain.
"You're a monster. I hate you.", I shouted hitting his leg making him kick me at the same spot.
"Say that again.", He dared me but I wasn't going to back down.
"I hate you..I HATE YOU SO MUCH.", I shouted crying and he stood silent. I looked at him unmoving and finally he laughed in that mocking tone of his and I knew I just dig my own grave.
"Look at that face.", He said taking my hand in his. There sat a badly beaten man with no eyes and blood on every single part of his body. I could feel bile rise in my throat and I puked everything out that I had eaten last. The stench of blood making me gag every second.
"Don't look away or I've your precious parents in another room.", He said patting my head. Mom.. dad..
"Don't hurt them...p-lease...don't hurt them.", My eyes automatically went to his and a loud scream came out of the man.
"P-lease...lea..ve me boss...I b--eg you."
The voice...it was Logan's. I gasped as I took in his condition. He didn't look like himself. He looked already dead.
"Ha--ades...let him go..please... I will n--ot run. I p--romise. Please.", I begged holding his feet but he didn't even look at me.
"PLEASE HADES...PLEASE.", I begged again sitting on my knees. Logan doesn't deserve his cruelty nor my parents.
"Le--t them go.", I sobbed holding his hand. His other hand travelled to his back pocket and he took out a gun making me shake my head.
"N-no ..don't do this...he has a wife... Ple--ase he's h--aving a kid... don't...", I tried again.
THIRD PERSON'S POV:
When he didn't listen to her, she positioned the gun in his hand to her head.
"Kill me first.", She said holding his hand tightly, her confidence making him laugh at her foolishness."That easily?", He mocked before whistling a tune and sound of gunshots filled the room. She stilled in her position and a body fell down behind her. His guards had killed Logan. He had planned everything.
She choked on her own sob as she looked at him to find so many holes in him. Seeing the horrid site, she dry heaved as tears fell down from her eyes.
"Wash her up and bring her down.", She heard the monster saying and some women took her to bathroom where she was cleaned and took down naked under a simple robe.
Her face looked empty but everyone could see the tears of guilt, anger and hate flowing from her eyes.
"Here she is, boys. All yours.", Hades announced and her eyes widen in disbelief. What does he mean? She looked in the room to find five bulky men with lust written all over their faces.
"Go. What are you waiting for?", He asked impatiently as Aria ran to the entrance from where they had come.
She screamed loudly as someone grabbed her hair from behind and threw her on the couch in the lap of another man. She shouted and begged as they gropped her.
"STAY AWAY... D---DON'T TOUCH ME.", she cried hitting them but soon her hands were held by someone and they took off her robe leaving her bare.
"LEAVE ME, YOU BASTARD.... I'LL KILL YOU.", She shouted and the man slapped her hard making her spit out blood.
"Bitch can't keep quiet.", He groaned before pulling his member out and pushing it into her mouth making her gag on it. Her insides churned and she bit on it hard making the man scream in pain while the other tried to pull her away.
When she was satisfied with his screams, she left him and again started throwing up. Hades smirked sitting on the other couch seeing everything. He knew she will do something like this and he would be lying if he said, he wasn't proud.
"H--Hades...please...tak--e th--eir touch a--way.", She cried helplessly as the other men pushed their fingers into her, not giving a damn about her vomit.
"Stop.", He ordered and they left her there in her own blood.
"How do you feel now? They didn't use you completely yet. Should I call them?", He asked looking at her disgusted. She shook her head coughing blood and he just gave her a cold glare before leaving her like that.
Some maids soon took her back to the room and left her to bath. She looked into the mirror to find a shattered girl looking back. Her face was swollen, she couldn't stand straight. Even though they didn't rape her but they had molested her in every way possible without penetrating her and she wanted to remove their touches away from her.
Hades watched through his laptop as she screamed and scratched herself everywhere with her nails drawing blood. He had killed the men who touched her but she didn't need to know that. It was just the start of her lessons. She was his possession and he will do everything to let her know that.
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