Gladiators

Chapter Six

The rage that overtook Jason would have terrified the bravest warriors in all of Italy and Greece. It took all of Percy's willpower to not cower and shrink away from Jason in fear. That kind of rage might have even scared the gods.

Jason grabbed Percy's arm in a bruising grip, and Percy bit his lip so he wouldn't cry out in pain. Jason dragged Percy out of his room, Percy almost tripping several times, but Jason didn't stop. They took several turns, guards and servants alike staring at them as they went.

Finally, Jason stopped in front of a wooden door. He opened it, revealing a dark room. Percy could hear the drip of water somewhere in the room. It smelled of mildew. Jason dragged Percy down the stairs, allowing Percy to see better. The air was humid, and it was cold inside the room. When he looked around the dark room, he realized what it was- it was a dungeon.

He saw the metal bars that made cells, the shackles on the walls. The empty cuffs that would hold prisoners. In the corner of the room, hung on the walls, were a selection of whips, carving knives, and other torture devices. Jason had stopped in front of a man who was sitting in a chair, but instantly got up when he saw who is visitor was.

"Your Highness." The guard said, bowing to Jason. "Stand." Jason ordered, and the guard did as told, but kept his head down. "This boy will be staying in your dungeons for the time being. Don't touch him in any way. He is mine. Just keep him locked up. Do not feed him or give him water unless I say so." Jason ordered sternly, and the guard nodded solemnly.

Jason nodded and dragged Percy to the darkest cage, which also seemed to be the coldest, opened the door, and pushed Percy in. Percy fell to the ground, scraping the palms of his hands while trying to catch himself and his knees. He turned to look at Jason just in time to watch the door of the cell close. He looked at Jason's face, his own rage building.

Jason stared at him for a while before turning his back to Percy and walking out, leaving Percy in the dark, dank dungeon in his cold cell. Percy, once Jason was out of sight, curled up in a ball in the corner of the cell, shivering. Percy couldn't believe that only minutes ago he had been basking in the sun's warm glow, only to ruined by Jason's appearance, and now he was curled up, freezing in the dungeon.

Jason was pacing his room, fuming. How dare Percy not kiss him back? Jason was a great kisser! Jason looked in the mirror for a moment, analyzing his face. No, he was still good-looking. So why would Percy kiss him? Why didn't Percy want the same intimacy Jason craved? Jason hadn't been mean to him- yes, threatening Percy a few times wasn't exactly good for setting a romantic mood, but Jason had been kind!

He set Percy up in the nicest guest room possible, cleaned his wounds, allowed him privacy, and was even going to feed him after they had kissed! He hadn't even touched the boy inappropriately yet! No, Jason could have just screwed Percy senseless, not healed Percy, and kept him chained to Jason's bed, but made him stay on the floor. He could have whipped Percy, even killed him in the arena. But no, he had been nice, and Percy repaid him with disobedience.

"Jason?" Hazel said, walking into Jason's room after knocking. "What?" He grumbled angrily. "What happened?" She asked cautiously, clearly being careful not to set off a bomb.