Tutor || Percabeth Fanfic

Chapter 15

Annabeth's POV

I moaned, slowly opening my eyes. I was met with a green light, which seemed to get brighter as I looked longer.

"You're alive?" Percy whispered, leaning above me. A mixture of fear, sadness, relief, and joy filled those lights. Eyes, they were eyes.

"Where am I?"

Percy tensed again. "Annabeth, we're in some sort of dark warehouse. Remember last night?"

Memories flooded back. The cookies, the laughing, the kissing. The running, the falling, the kidnapping. Those monsters had caught us. We were done for. So I did what every human being would do in this situation.

I cried.

"Annabeth, I'm so sorry."

"No, I'm sorry, Percy. It's my fault we're here. My stupid leg's fault. If I'd just run, we could've escaped an-"

Percy pulled me in for a hug, cradling me in his arms. His clothes were in tatters, just like mine. We were both covered in filth and blood from lying on the cold, hard ground for sleep. My leg looked patched up, but bloody.

A woman, around her thirties, walked in. "Get up, brats."

We're the brats?

We were pried apart by her cold fingers, too weak to protest.

"My orders were to kill you. But the thing is, here at the Monster's Place, we don't just kill, we torture. Let's see how much you take until you break."

The woman grabbed me by the hair, slamming me to the ground. Percy was strained by two men as he watched me get beaten. She beat me for what felt like years. The whole time, I felt like shrieking in pain, but I had to stay strong for Percy. A small part of me felt like I deserved all this. I got Percy into this mess, and he would die thanks to me.

The woman left, leaving Percy and I some bread and water. We ate slowly, savoring the food.

"Annabeth?"

"Yeah, Percy?"

"Do you think we'll die?"

I smirked. What a silly question. "Count on it."

We huddled together most of the day. At night, we slept together, sharing the little warmth in the cold room. No one came back, and that scared me more than someone actually being here. What if they forgot us? What if we died from hunger?

The next day, another person brought us some bread and water, muttering something about minions and help. Were some people forced to join the Monsters?

Percy and I hated beating time. Almost everyday for a week, someone would come and hurt us, one at a time. I wanted death now. This was too much. Why didn't they just kill me? But no, torture, obviously.

Percy and I cried, once every few hours. I'd never cried this much before in my life, but you can't blame us. This was like a living hell.

No, even hell isn't this much of a struggle.

"Percy?"

It was after the seventh day, and the seventh beating. Percy and I were laying together, trying to use our clothes to pick up the spilling blood from our bodies. Modesty was the least important thing right now.

"Yes?"

"I wanna live."

I looked him straight in the eye, and we thought the same thing. Escape was our only hope.

"I do too, Wise Girl, but how?"

(A\N)
I was thinking of the tartarus moments while writing this story. Pretty obvious!