Nico's POV
I woke to the sound of whispers....or at least they were trying to whisper but failing miserably. I tried to open my eyes but it felt like they were stuck to my eyelids. I felt Rough hands petting my face.
"She's a beauty ain't she?", someone chuckled.
I continued to pretend that I was still unconscious but I couldn't help but feel disgusted by the guy's hands on my face. When those hands started trailing downwards I jolted up and smacked his hand away.
"Ah, at last, the sleeping beauty has awakened". The room was too bright for a second but when my eyes got adjusted to the light I could see a wannabe jack frost(an ugly one) and an ox like guy, both who were staring down at me with curious eyes.
"Why am I here?" I asked, a bit panicked because last I remembered I was with Thanatos.
For a month he had kept me locked away. I was getting accustomed to this whole poof- you're-a-girl-now thing. It had been a month now since I wore proper clothes. Thanatos - ughh his name disgusts me - fulfilled his sickest fantasies by making dressing me up in sick outfits like a maids uniform or a stripper.
Of course he hasn't had sex with me (yet) except for the occasional groping and feeling me up but he often threatened to rape me and dump my body at the gates of Olympus. many times he had forced me to give him a blowjob(I wish Hera could take away this memory) but I refused him so he forced his way into my mouth. Not even three months and I'm just so used to it. Maybe he was right in calling me a whore. And his hands, oh my gods, I feel like puking just thinking about how he touched me. All these years I was proud of my untouched body(which also kinda meant 'forever alone') but then now I feel like I'm more impure, tainted.
And only god knows (I don't think so) where he had kept me, I couldn't even shadow travel anywhere. He often showed me images of all those I knew at camp half blood and camp Jupiter being killed or tortured and other things that I can't even bring myself to talk about. He didn't just scare me, he scarred me for life.
And let me remind you, no one came to my rescue. Of course who was I kidding, my life isn't a wattpad story where my lover just comes out of nowhere and rescues me - the damsel in distress.
They wouldnt probably even notice my disappearance.
But since I never settled down in a place, they must have been thinking that I was travelling.
But now I was in a cold, tit- freezing room and just realized that the thinner one among the two with a bad case of acne was actually replying to my question.
"-Sold you with a bit of convincing and a brilliant sense of bargaining on my part. Quebec of course, our home will be the place where I will court you..." and he continued explaining stuff to whom I was assumed was me because he was looking ahead moving hands and all as he spoke.
"Court me?" Dude which century are you in? and you need my consent to date me.
However my mind was thinking about the fact that Thanatos had indeed sold me. Should I be sad or rejoicing? Considering the pros ( I just escaped a rapist) and cons ( these guys might be worse) I kept a neutral face and listened to the guy who kept on talking in a really bad french accent (don't get me wrong french accents are really hot) and ignored the part where I questioned about 'courting'.
" Haven't introduced myself have I? Where are my manners, oh , I am the fabulous heartthrob Zethes and this is my dumb brother Calais", he finished his not so short monologue with a pose in which he attempted (key word - attempted) to look sexy.
"Hockey! pizza!' his brother piped in a very childish way .
"Shut up Cal!", Zethes hissed and then paused before asking, " And who may this beauty be?"
It took me a while to realize that he had been referring to me but then I cleared my throat and tried to answer confidently but to my ill fortune with a meek - "Nicole"
Nicole was the name I had taken up at Thanatos' lair after he broke the innocence of the actual 'Nico'. I wasn't sure I wanted to meet anyone I knew in 'this' state.
"It is a pretty name for a pretty woman" he winked, may I add spasmodically and kissed the back of my hand softly. Although it was a gentlemanly action, I didn't like people touching me (no, not because of thanatos, I was always like that from the beginning) so I could help shooting him a dirty look.
"Hockey?" Calais asked softly. His childlike curiosity and behavior made me sympathize with him and I realized that he was the better of the two brothers for my 'safety'.
"Enough with the hockey bullshit Cal, not now....go and do something else" zethes glared at his younger brother, who didn't seem to get the message. They started arguing which went along the lines of 'hockey, pizza, pretty - girl and a lot of colourful words.
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP NOW!!!!!"
Zethes and Calais froze. Heck, even I flinched at the tone which was not meant for me.
"Sorry sweetie did I scare you?" she asked not sounding sorry at all."My brothers are dimwits who luckily became immortal....they don't know their place."
Her words were sweet but somehow they managed to hold venom and my gut instincts told me not to trust her. when she came into view I could only manage a soft gasp.
She was beautiful, like scarily beautiful. Her face which was devoid of any emotion was inhumanely pale (this is coming from me) and contrasted sharply with her dark hair. kinda like mine but suited much better on her. She looked upon us three as if we were vermin. If I didn't have a reason to hate her before, I had now ; She was the type of person who would look stunning if they pulled a funny face.
"Khione, Calais is being an idiot as usual", whined Zethes to his (assuming) elder sister.
"Wait, Khione? like the goddess of snow? " I interjected thanking the gods for the little bit of Greek history classes I took up during my short stays at camp half-blood.
"At last someone recognizes my title, I think I will like this one", She smirked evilly.
It all made sense - these two asses were the Boreads, sons of Boreas and Khione was the Greek Elsa, the goddess of snow. My face was drained of the remaining colour it had ; from what I had heard of the stories from Piper and Jason, these people were not good company.
"I am sure you will enjoy it here", Khione sneered as if reading my thoughts,
"Very much".
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Those who read the books again will understand that Cal can't speak a sentence with more than 2 syllables - hence the language
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