Greek God (Silco x Fem Reader

The Man With The Golden Trident

You were breathing heavily, you were still blindfolded and tied up. You lost your sense of place and time, but you knew you were located in an dungeon of some sort. 

That's when you heard metal doors open, you softly whimper,  and quickly curl up. "Your a lucky young girl" you heard someone say. 

You somewhat relax your muscles as they continued. they had a rough feminine voice. You also noticed the air you breathed in was thick, like it ate trough your nerves. 

"were am I." I managed to say, my voice still shaky. "The Undercity's dungeon of Silco." My eye's widened. 

"The..Undercity?.." A wave of fear and regret washed over me. I started shacking rapidly as I felt the mysterious woman approach, that's when she removed my blindfold. 

I looked her straight in the eye's. "your a lucky kid." she continued as she untied my legs. She had a heavy cologne of sweat and mechanical oil.

 "Silco usually assassinates whoever comes in his way." 

I swallowed as tears came from my eyes once again. She didn't untie my hands and she pulled me up. "Follow me." She said coldly. 

All I could do was follow her, she gave me a death glare each time I slowed down. Eventually we arrived a huge wooden door. The mysterious woman knocked roughly, there was a threathing silence before a groaning man replied. "Come in." 

When the doors opened Silco was sitting on his velvet leather chair, all I could see was his back. When he turned around his eye's widened when he laid them on you. "Your awake." He then exclaimed. gesturing Sevika to leave the room. 

I didn't give him eye contact. "Don't be nervous, I don't bite." He leaned his shoulders on his desk, grinning widely. 

He was a very formally dressed man, his hair was slicked back, highlighting his monstrous scar. I was still too nervous to walk forward like he asked me to and just stared at the ground. 

You could hear a deep sigh leaving Silco's mouth. "come forward. Don't make me ask again." You tried gathering the last piece of confidence you had left to force yourself towards him. You walked behind his desk and now stood in front of him. You still didn't make eye contact. 

You could tell he was gazing at you like some animal, that feeling struck trough your body, like you were noting but a piece of meat in the eyes of the predator. 

 You let out a small whimper when you felt his hand on your cheek. Tears streaming down my face. He was still sitting in his chair, making him slightly shorter. 

He carefully moved my hair behind my ear. More tears started to form. I was frighted and my legs were shaking. "Don't cry, if I wanted to end your life you'd already be dead." You clenched all your muscles. That's when he moved his hand towards your face. You let out a loud whimper as you felt his cold touch. 

He carefully wiped some tears away and then stared at me for a second. "I- please let me go- I just need- I want to go home-"  I managed to say softly, I was falling over my sentences and could't bring out anything.

That's when he roughly yet caring grabbed you by your waist and made you sit on his lap.