Stronger than chains

87% killer 13% human, unrecognizable

    HerculesS POV****

      My whole body wiggled like a warm, trying, with no avail to get out from under Ares straddle position. Pulling my head back, I rammed it hard into his nose, but just like all the other hits, nothing happened, except for my own pain. I growled out of frustration, everywhere on my body crying out, blood and fatigue  dawning on me. Ares smirked down at me, leaning in just enough to quicken my heart rate. He's been trying to do something everytime, he'd get a little leverage on me. My nose throbing, even more blood seething out from when Ares broke it. He chuckled, puckering up his lips just to have them crushing down on mine. Stinging slide up my mouth from my spit lip, blood trailing down , his tongue ssiftly sliding inside my mouth, investigating it roughly. cooties !!!!!! My teeth clamped around his lip, chomping hard on it, getting the outcome I hoped for. Ares pulled away, rubbing his bottom lip in disbelief, pulling  back his hand, fisting it, bringing  it down slaming against my already bruised cheek.  Bouncing off the floor, little spots did the irish jig in my vision, more groaning and blood escaping my mouth. My head lulled to the side, some rivers of blood that Ares caused slid down, coating my blue eyes with my own paint.

      Using my hurt moment against me, he looked straight into my eyes, smile crinkles showing more pronounced up close, moved his hands, gripping my wrists, and  holding them hostage in one of his scarful hands. Now don't get me wrong I've killed a ton, let me put more emphasis on that, a ton, of women in varies ages and ways, but a full grown men, probably horny as fuhhh.... is no walk in the park. (is that how the saying goes?)

    Shaking like a leaf, he moved his other, non used hand, behind him, mischief twinkling in his mud brown eyes. His pure hard abs flexed as he returned his hand, having now possess a not so friendly, well friend. The knife reflected off the arena light, the audience seeming to enjoy the new company, stomping there feet in quickening patterns. My heart pumped with the increasing beat, my head turning for a better look, that half my body was too scared to see. Bring his hand up, the blade trailed up my chest, over my neck, my lungs pumping louder and faster, it making its home tracing my chin back and forth. I turned my head back looking up at him, and for the first time, I was scared for my life...

   "We gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?" Raspy and deep, Ares slightly shifted his weight bring his knee .next to my face, pulling my hands under it, for two free and roaming hands.

     " Fucking touch me, and I'll slay thee in so many ways, letting everyone watch and witness the great Ares cry for MERCY!!! "   

    Cackling with laughter, all his movements seized upon hearing my deadly threat, hell, the freaking audience for once silenced there constant banter. His eyes clouded over with something darker than id ever seen, his carmel hair  disleveled as ever, shock with anger, a little vein protruding out of his patchful face. Pulling the knife away from my face, he slide it up to my hands, and away from my seeking eyes. Never looking away once, all feeling left my stuck hands, my mobility being restored. I wiggled my fingers, right as Ares shot his hands back, slaming it down on my left palm, burrowing the knife deep inside.

    " HARRY!!! " Thrashing more, he place his hand back over on my right hand restaining it with all his body weight, his other hand twisted the knife around leaving a gaping hole, that the sand wasted no time in sticking too. A puddle of of thick rich blood floated out, adding to the other piles that lay scattered around.  My head rolled back landing in the sand, making my hair bid my face goodbye, spreading out like a black halo. Wrenching it down, Ares pulled away,  layered thick with my blood, all hell erupted out my left hand, every movement I made with it only made unnatural pain surge up. (im trying to describe pain,odd..;).)