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{Percy x Reader} Kidnapped

Prompt: Reader is kidnapped for a long period of time. In this time, Percy has literally been tearing the world apart limb from limb to find you. (Italics indicates the time spent kidnapped so far)

Warning: Slightly gruesome, mentions of torture/kidnapping, cursing. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU THINK THIS MIGHT TRIGGER YOU!

honestly it's not horribly gruesome but i just worry about the smol amount of readers i have.

the events after ">.<" are all fluff if you want to skip the kidnappy part.

Word Count: 1399ish

Week 2

You promised yourself you wouldn't, but you were beginning to lose hope. You'd been kidnapped for approximately 15 days, if you were correct. You knew Percy would come for you, that's what you had to keep reminding yourself in order to stay conscious half the time.

"Ready for another round?" The monster that had kidnapped you smirked.

Honestly, you didn't give a shit what kind of monster it was. You knew it was an asshole, and that was all that mattered.

You flinched at the words slightly, but tried yet again to hold your ground. The first week you'd been kidnapped you had no problem what-so-ever telling the monster where to stick it. But, now you knew you wouldn't be able to muster up any kind of words without sounding pathetic.

Cracking their knuckles, the monster punched you in the face. Your head pounded, all you wanted at the moment was to pass out already. Whipping out some sort of knife, the monster slowly cut around your shoulder, fuelled by your attempt to hold back your screams.

Week 4

You had lost count of how many days you were gone so far. Whatever had kidnapped you either caused you so much pain that you blacked out-or it drugged you so you were even more weak than you had been. It felt like an extra layer of skin was on you, that's how dirty and bloody you were.

Normally, when a person is kidnapped, they would attempt in any way possible to get out of their situation-to be free. You were too weak.

Whatever you were drugged with, it stopped you from doing anything relevant. You could barely talk.

From the basement you were stored in, chained to a chair in the dark corner, you could hear the monster advancing towards the stairs. The steps from the floor above you caused dust to fall on your head, which you didn't even care about anymore.

When the monster finally came down the stairs your eyes were caught on a device it dragged behind itself. You shrinked back, whimpering. The monster only chuckled and aggressively stuck a needle in your arm, watching your blood travel from your body to the tank the monster had connected to it. You were getting really drowsy, starting to get afraid that you might die from blood loss. But, the monster tore the needle out, muttering about how they needed more blood before you could die.

Week 9

It came to the point where you wanted to die. God knows the last time you had a decent meal, or took a shower. You didn't believe Percy would come for you anymore, no one has. It'd been the same routine everyday since a few weeks ago: you were woken up in the morning (you weren't even sure if it was morning, there were no windows in that cruddy basement); if you were lucky, you got a slice of bread; the monster would come down, abuse you in some sort; then your blood would be drained; you'd pass out; and then it'd be "morning" again.

You were hoping that maybe one of these days that monster would just let your blood run dry so you could finally die.

The monster came barrelling down the stairs that morning.