Ghosts Of Revenge | ongoing

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE
THE MOST IMPORTANT PIECE

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THE NEXT AND hopefully, the last time I woke up from my unwelcomed naps, my arms and legs weren't bound on the bed by something but it felt like an invisible force was keeping me from getting up.

At first, I didn't even notice I couldn't move. My mind was fuzzy again, trying to get my memories clear but as soon as I tried to rub my eyes, I realized my hands were pinned down. Seconds later, I figured out my whole body was bound. I even tried to look around by moving my head but even that stayed where it was the second I opened my eyes.

My neck was stiff, my limbs throbbed and I had a killer headache.

Oh, let's definitely not forget the panic that started bubbling inside my stomach. I felt like throwing up but knowing I couldn't move and that it all would end up on me was what kept me from doing so. A sound of distress escaped me and soon enough, a face appeared in my line of vision.

"Well, it looks like the sleeping beauty is awake," Apollo said cheerily. "How was your nap?"

"Asshole," I couldn't help but spit out, glad that at least, I could talk, "Free me. Now!"

A purple mist circled his face before he shook his head and glared at her, "Do not try to charm me, halfling. It doesn't work on Gods,"

Confusion and dread coursed through my body as I kept my eyes on him. Aphrodite had shown me she was a goddess and that everything she was telling me was true but a small part of me wanted to deny it all, hoping that this was all a dream.

However, I knew deep down it wasn't.

"Okay, no idea what that was but free me of whatever this is," He raised a brow and I sighed, "Please,"

"I was waiting for a 'Please, Lord Apollo, you handsome stud' but fine, I guess I'm feeling extra nice today," he waved his hand in front of my face, making me scowl. By the looks of his expression, he didn't need to do that but he did it anyway to annoy me.

I huffed, sitting up, and stretching to get rid of the stiffness.

Apollo moved away from the bed but I kept him in my line of vision just to be sure. He walked up to a small desk that previously wasn't inside the room - a look around had shown me that I haven't been moved rooms - and he started fiddling with something that I couldn't quite see.

I inhaled and exhaled to calm my heart and stood up from the bed to inspect whatever the hell he was doing.

He barely glanced at me as he read something from a small handbook while I examined what he was playing around with. My eyes zeroed in on the small vile I had seen him carry inside the room the first time I woke up in here. I reached for it but he slapped my hand away and poured its contents on a small wooden ball and then some more herbs that he crushed with a wooden paddle.

He kept giving me side glances while doing so till I met his gaze head-on and waited for him to say something.

He ignored me with a smirk.

I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling as I leaned back on the desk, my arms crossed over my chest. "So, you gonna tell me what you're doing or should I head out?"

He raised his index finger to silence me - rude if you ask me - and pour the now clear liquid in the vile once again and handed it to me. I didn't move to take it from his hands till he told me whatever that was.

At this point, I didn't even question how it wasn't an emerald colour anymore and where all the bits and pieces from those herbs were. Instead, I waited for an explanation like the stubborn person I was, my gaze on the wall in front of me and a small smile gracing my lips.