Percy Jackson's Last Breath

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The blood flowed like a lazy river. It flowed across the  blood-stained table of which Percy laid on, and rained down the edges of the table onto the tiled floor.

The evil woman glanced down at Percy as if he were a rug out of place, tutting at the blood that poured onto the white tiles.
She twisted the bloody knife in her hands, a playful look on her face. "Torturing people is so much fun." She tells Noimo without glancing his way. Her ratty dress was stained deep scarlet and spots of blood speckled her face, but she was completely indifferent to the fact that the body of an innocent was at her waist and the weapon that killed him was in her very hands. "Well look at what you've done to the floor, Seaweed Brain." She said sternly, fixing Percy with a hard stare. She raised a blood splattered eyebrow. "I've only just begun and you're already making a mess." She glanced over at Noimo, who was trembling uncontrollably and had skin as pale as a corpse. She gave him a terrifying, shark-like grin with a dangerous glint in her eye.
"Do you have any idea how ecstatic I am that Perseus is immortal?" She clutched the knife in her hands as if imagining slowly, agonisingly sinking it into the gut of Percy. "He can't die, no matter what I do to him. I get to enjoy myself for as long as I want." Noimo
stared wide-eyed at Percy's body as if it were the only thing that existed in the world. The woman noticed and shook her head, a threatening grin still plastered across her face. "Do you know how satisfying this is?" Her hand gestures to the entire room. Looking back down at Percy, she runs her knife across his bare chest. She stares at him hungrily and bites her lip in anticipation. In the very corner of her eye, she saw Noimo in his cage, frozen in fear. Narrowing her eyes at him, she turns. "You care very deeply for him don't you?" She fakes pity and pouts at him. As she nears his cage, she whispered, her eyes staring icily at him. "How sweet."

Again.

Though the strike the woman had made moved too fast to be seen, the blood poured out as if in slow motion. Blood gushed with sickening determination from Percy's neck, as if his own heart sought to pump it from his body. His face grew paler by the second. The scarlet blood lashed over the table, painting the walls a deep crimson. Percy desperately tried to raise his already blanched hand to his neck, but was restrained by his chains. He gaped in the air, eyes wide with pain. Noimo stared, unable to move, as blood gushes from Percy's wounds. Then Noimo snapped into focus and banged his bars. "No," he whispered, feeling the blood leave his face. "STOP!" He kept shouting over and over again as he frantically shook the bars of his cage. But he knew it was too late when he saw the blood that flowed out of the limp body was a dark red -almost black- and splattered onto the floor.

Again.

In his intense silence, Percy somehow screamed with his whole body. His eyes wide with horror, his mouth rigid and open, his chalky face gaunt and immobile, his fists clenched with blanched knuckles and the nails digging deeply into the palms of his hand. Percy could feel the warm blood gushing out of his exposed wounds. He wanted to stop the free flowing surge of sticky blood but couldn't. The woman was having her way with him. She never failed to find a way to afflict pain on him. The hook she used just now had done more damage than a blade. The sharp steel end had hooked into his arm. His blood had poured as easily as water from a garden hose in a steady but dying rhythm. She didn't think it was enough to impale his arm with a hook so she grabbed a wrench. Percy's eyes widen in both fear and pain. His breaths came out in short gasps as he splutters drops of blood. The chains rattle loudly as Percy wriggles his body to escape. The woman smiles at him with delight and Percy whimpers. She walks to the end of the table and stops in front of his feet. She hums to the opera of which the monster sang. Percy's eyes flutter as he blinks away his tears. The woman leans and takes a hold of one of Percy's toes in her wrench. Percy, knowing what she was going to do, screams in fright. His voice cracked at the velocity of his screaming but didn't stop. The woman giggles and shot him a wide smile. CRACK. Percy jolts and screams at the top of his lungs.
"One down." She smiles sadistically at him, showing no sign of remorse.