tried calling out
to you, but I guess you couldn’t hear me. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what Hades did,
but it sounds like he used some kind of magic on you to make you see things that weren’t
really there.
That fucking bastard. He was trying to break me to the point where I would surrender my powers. He knew
I would do anything to save Jace, even forsake the rest of the world. I guessed he
hadn’t factored in my Akasha returning and foiling his plans.
Where are you? I don’t know where anything is in this castle.
Before I could respond, Hermes shoved me into a room. It was completely dark, but
he pushed me back until my legs hit the side of a bed. He spun me around, still gripping
my wrists as he pushed me down on the bed and covered my body with his.
Oh, Gods, Jace. Hermes has me in some bedroom. He … he said he’s going to rape me.
A loud, almost inhuman roar sounded in my head. I began to feel Jace’s emotions again,
and I contributed it to the fact that we were now in the same building. Jace was beyond
furious, even more so than when we had been tortured by the Elders on the island.
His rage, fear, and determination amplified my own, and I fought Hermes with all I
had, trying to buy time until Jace arrived or my powers were restored.
Hermes pinned my arms above my head while straddling me, his weight bearing down on
my body. He smelled my neck before dragging his tongue along my jaw line. “Gods, you
taste so sweet. Your power is delicious.”
I struggled underneath him, trying to pull my arms free of his ironclad grasp. I bucked
my hips, but he was so much heavier than me that it only further enticed him. “I like
it when you fight me. It will make my victory over you that much more satisfying.”
I spat in his face before headbutting him. My head pulsed more profoundly with pain,
but I succeeded in drawing blood from his nose. He instinctively reached for it with
both hands, thus freeing my arms.
Scrambling off the bed, I dashed for the door, but as soon as my hand gripped the
handle, my legs were swept out from under me. I soared through the air before smashing
into the wall and landing on the bed again. Hermes was on me as soon as I landed,
but I kicked and punched him with all my might.
He laughed as he ripped my shirt down the middle and tossed it aside, leaving me only
in my bra. His eyes widened at the sight of my full breasts, and he licked his lips
as he brought his mouth down upon my chest.
I slapped his face over and over, but that only intensified his efforts. He held me
to him, burying his face in my breasts as I squirmed and tried to push him off me.
Tears stung my eyes as my attempts to escape were unsuccessful, my freedom dangled
over my head and just out of reach.
He fumbled with my jeans as he continued to ravage me, unmercifully biting and sucking
on my breasts.
No … no, this is not going to happen! My powers aren’t fully restored, but fuck this.
I am not going to be raped by some power-hungry God who thinks he can take whatever
he pleases.
I put my hands on his neck before igniting my hands in flame. His skin sizzled as
my fire burned him, and he let out an excruciating roar before leaping off me.
I jumped off the bed, not even caring that I left my shirt behind. I needed to get
out of there as soon as possible. I ran for the door, but something caught my ankle,
sending me to face-plant on the floor. My head screamed in agony from another blow,
and I felt blood rush from my nose. My jeans were pulled down, and I kicked my legs,
striking Hermes in the face with my foot.
Then, all of a sudden, my body was frozen in place. The only thing that I could move
was my head. No matter how hard I tried, the rest of my body would not budge.
Hermes sneered, “I’m done playing around with you. I didn’t want you to lay there
like a dead fish, but you left me no choice.”
Oh, Gods. He was going to rape me,
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