Percy Jackson and the Dark Elites

VII

Percy

Chaos bound his hands with ropes and put him in a magical black prison made with black whisps. Chaos changed the view around them. So Percy was standing in his apartment. He watched his parents die right in front of him.

Percy fought the urge to lay down. When the monsters took his sister, and he almost collapsed.

He watched as Octavian—alive and breathing—dragged Annabeth into a room. He beat her with a hammer. He forcefully grabbed her head in his hands and made her look at him each time he hit her. 

He got more brutal in his treatment of her. Percy collapsed onto his knees. The man wrapped his hand around Annabeth's neck and squeezed. He pushed her against the chair and sucked on her neck until her eyes nearly closed. 

Percy fell flat on the ground. The man dragged her out of the chair and laid her on the ground. He Stratford her waist and played with the hem of her pants.

This enraged Percy. He attempted to pull himself off the ground with his arms tied behind his back, he brought himself to his knees.

He screamed in anger and desperate frustration.

But when the man got off of her he dragged her out if the room. Percy was so relieved, he fell flat in the ground.

Annabeth was dragged brutal into the vast room. A muscular man had her tied up, with a gag in her mouth. Her hands were tied out in front of her, her jacket was gone and her arms....

Purple bruises dotted every inch of skin he could see. Her jaw, her neck, her knuckles. The man pushing her out towards him was whispering in her ear. He had a sick grin on his face, he was also standing way to close to her.

The sight off her took his mind off the pain. His wrists throbbed behind his back due to the ropes, his skin burned from the black whips.

The small prison laid around him even as he lay on the ground, Chaos was making it almost impossible to move, punishing him whenever he did. He was trying to crawl inside his mind and control him.

Chaos wasn't strong enough to take on Percy yet, but every second he spent in this cage, he felt weaker.

Annabeth said his name through her gag. The man behind her shoved her to her knees. She yelped.

Percy tried to scoot towards her. A wisp of smoke smacked him in the cheek.

Annabeth shouted. He kept whispering in her ear. He stroked her hair. He yanked her back so she was touching him. Tears soaked the sides of her gag. He kept whispering in her ear, his gaze entirely focused on Percy. Annabeth shivered.

He asked her a question, nodding her head violently. He drew a large metal knife. Tracing it along her bare skin. He dug it into her jaw, soaking the gag in blood. She threw her head back. 

Stop! Percy tried to shout. The black whips came down on him.

The man forced her to lean up against his chest. He cut the gag off. Annabeth gasped for air.

"Octavian stop," She said with a slightly shaky voice.

Octavian pulled up her shirt and touched her stomach.

STOP. He said forcefully.

"Now, now Percy. You'll get your turn. Little Annie and I are having a conversation." Octavian put the knife to her stomach.

He brushed her hair out of the way and spoke against her neck. She whispered something in his ear.

Octavian slapped her and threw her closer to Percy.