Chapter 5 Terror of The Tale

Hey, have you ever heard of Love Wish?

If two lovers have their feelings strong and deep enough, they can live forever?

There are pain and suffering, and most have died in the attempt. Even the greatest love before people eyes is still considered a weak love.

There's only a decision that can determine everything....

But Artemis you're not bound to suffer this fate. Your life is here for a different purpose. Pain and suffering you must let them flow. Or you'll endure the worst.

Be fear the temptation and attraction of love. Be brave against its seduction. Do not define the Higher. Do not cross the border, against what your mind say. Fear it and fight for it or death will be your least......

The voice. The voice came once again at the abyss, the darkness and void I was trapped in. They came from all directions. Surrounded me, suppressing me into a confined space of my own. It pierced through my ears and body. Engulfed me with its sound and swallowed me with its magic. The curses, the warning scared me enough that even I knew I was dreaming, I still had to close my ears.

Fear it Artemis, or death shall be your least!

"Stop haunting me!" I screamed. Tears streaming down my cheeks. I wanted to escape, I wanted to run but cold hands of fear restrained me, its scraggy fingers grabbed at my ankles preventing me. I was cold, vulnerable to it. I didn't know the source or wasn't sure if it was real. I tried to remind myself that it was a nightmare. A dreadful nightmares like a performance of terror every time the curtains of me eyes closed. I was petrified.

I needed him. I needed Percy.

The voice came louder. Million of voices speaking, grunting and bellowing at me. The same thing they spoke, crashing against my ears, against my frail body. They came like the wraiths I casted away, the inner, the evil self I'd locked.

I needed him. I needed Percy. Percy! Percy!

"PERCY!"

I was already sitting before I could realise anything. My eyes were still widened in shock, looking down at the patterns on the floor while trying to recover from the terror. Sweat forming on my forehead and chest as if I just sprayed upon them. My heart wanted to escape from my rib cage while I tried to contain the shortage of breath I was experiencing. After awhile when I was assured I'd fully awakened, I swallow hard one last time before staring at the room. There had been many situations like this in my dreams. I couldn't trust my eyes anymore. There was a time when I thought had woken up, escaped from that nightmare and then the next minute every object in the room would just start screaming the same scary warning again. It seemed to never end.

Four chairs, six lanterns, four vases with six Moonlace in each at four corners, ten books on the table and six cups in the tray. Now I was sure I was fully awake. I had carefully noted down every single detail in the room. I'd counted the rings of my chain forty six times and the tiles a hundred and three times. It's been three months since I was captured and imprisoned here. Three months I'd lived under the disdain and resentment of his kins. Three months of being treated as an object, a pet and nothing.

My hand traced the rings of my chain, it's coldness embraced and squeezed my fingers. I was careful not to move too much, since the ankle that had the chain wrapped around now had a nasty bruise on it. Ever wonder the why it couldn't heal since I was a god. Well the chain was Celestial Bronze, so it affected me like iron with mortals. I crawled to the wall, dragging the heavy metal stacks behind me as they rubbed the floor with scratchy sounds. I leaned my back against the wall of stone, breathing out hard from exhaustion.

I barely had any strength left. My meal was inconsistent and irregular enough that now even my stomach not bother to rumble or moan. Everyday he would have his meal on the table five feet away from me. He ate in his room, and his food surprised me. I thought werewolves were savages and would eat any raw food they could find. But their food was delicates cooked and decorated like in palaces. My meal all consist of half a loaf of bread. It wasn't the bread for me and it wasn't supposed to be fed to me. Everyday he would have his meal, everyday there would a a loaf of bread on his tray and he would tear them in half. He threw it on the floor in front of me as if I was his pet in the corner. I knew he was trying to provoke me, I knew it by the smirk on his face. But I wouldn't want him to be satisfied from it. I picked up the bread from the floor, swept it with my sleeve and ate it. I even made some delicious moan as I chewed the bread to show him I was enjoying it and his eyes would just widen in shock in response. To be honest, the breads were actually good.

I hadn't had a single shower or any drop of water on me except my sweat ever since my capture. I was glad gods can control their fragrance otherwise my odour would be horrible. But that would be a protective shield against any perverted thoughts from the male werewolves. Actually I don't think I was attractive to them since they paid no deed to my presence. Being one of the generals, Percy had captains going in and out of his room to give out report and only a few of them would pay me a little attention. Yet their eyes still remain the disdain and resentment.

Only being imprisoned I'd had a chance to see Percy ability. I knew he was changed and it was not good. But he was more responsible, more mature and reliable. Weird thing is he was much wiser than before as like a snake had stripped off its former self and got a new scale. He would often stay up until late at night to do paper work and planning battles. Normally these things were my jobs and he would mark around doing stupid things. I saw that tiredness in his eyes he I just sat there and observe him. The only time when those cold eyes would change was when they looked at me. They changed from emptiness and icy into amusement and arrogant. He never spoke to me much, and even if he did, it was just tease to provoke me, so I didn't talk to him either. In fact, he never talked a lot about anyone or actually close to anyone except his servant, the girl that escorted me to him. I had come to learn her name and seen  her face, yet we never spoke. The fact that Feyre made me uncomfortable when she was too close to him. Never once in my life I'd felt intimidated and worried over a girl. They didn't talk much, but whenever he called her name, she would appear at the doorway. She would always bow and say Milord and carry his instructions. She took care of him about everything and even stay up late, just pouring tea in his cup and standing there watching him working. Feyre to me was the most potential  competitor out of all, even Aphrodite in the past would not be compared with her.

The door was kicked open as I startled in response. His black boots appeared first before him walking into the room with a furious face. He looked like just had an argument. Recently he had been set in bad mood quite often and not many captain dared to approach or even knock on the door. Only Feyre was also to be close to him. I guess something must've happened between him and his brothers. Since he was a prince, so no one in the region would dare to anger him except the ones with equal or higher power.

He walked towards his table, his feet stormed upon the floor rattling the cups on the table. He sat there and drank finished the entire jar of wine in one sip. He gave out a sigh in frustration and I didn't what to do except stare. He was scary when he got angry.

Suddenly his head turned to me.

"Hey you" he said.

I sucked a breath before staring back at him confusingly.

"You called me?" I pointed at myself.

"It's only you and me here" he rolled his eyes. "If I didn't call you then I was calling a ghost huh?"

I wanted to stick my tongue out at him but considering the mental state he was in. I just only gave him a glare. Though that didn't discourage him.

"Sing to me" he ordered, taking another sip directly from the jar.

"I'm not your pet" I gritted my teeth while squeezing the chains tight. I wanted to punch him so much for daring to ask me in that voice.

He slammed the jar on the table and approached me. His tall feature casted a shadow before me, darken my eyes yet I still held my chin high. Not today you can intimidate me.

He grabbed the sides of my cheeks with a hand and forced me to face him. He leaned in closed and bared his fangs. The eyes like lasers flared in red as they sparked a murderous look.

"Yes you are" he said it as slowly as possible.  

"I am not singing" I intended to lean even closer as I matched his gaze. Our eyes danced in battle, red and silver coiled and flared before us. Our breaths tangled, strangled the others as I knelt my stare.

Then suddenly he pushed me to the ground and laid on top of me. I tried to kick him off, struggling and yelling. He forced my arms to the sides and held them in place.

"Get off me you pervert!" I screamed.

"The reason you are still alive is because I say so" He snarled at my face. "So your job is to entertain me. If you don't want to sing then fine! At least I can use you for another purpose."

He snapped his fingers and my arms were tied to the floor by a powerful force of magic. Then his eyes changed as they looked at me. It was strange, yet familiars  somehow and I was starting to be afraid of it. Sweat sprayed and coated my skin as I experienced shortage of breaths. My heart thumbing fast against my chest as my brain paced along with it. I followed his eyes, as they moved from my eyes to my trembling lips which I didn't want to, then down to my neck. A spark of lust appear. I could see it, it was visible in his eyes. Mine widened in shock as he kicked my legs, struggling to fight to no prevail.

And he attacked.

He came at my neck, kissing them roughly, tracing lines along my shoulders. He nipped at my skin and I moaned in pain. A bruise was made. I never thought our lines would cross like this. I never thought we would do it right here, in this cave, on the cold ground. The purity I'd kept for three thousand years would be lost here. His fingers like fires, his touches burned my skin and I felt hot, both in and out. True I was yearn for these moment. True I was dreaming to return to his arms, to have his lips on my skin. Yet I didn't want this Percy to be the one. I wanted the old Percy back.

"Stop it" I cried, gritting my teeth. "Stop"

He didn't listen. He continued to move down south, towards my chest. I could feel every muscle in him tensed up as his claws grew out from his fingers. With a quick slash as a flash of light, the jacket was tore apart. He stared down at the exposed part of me. Only the bra was the barrier between his eyes and everything of my top. I was terrified, vulnerable and helpless. His eyes were dull and a gleam of desire danced in it.

Me moved closer to my breasts, his breathing fanned against my skin and I sucked up a breath. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I just closed my eyes to endure. I couldn't bare to see it, but just to experience everything he had to throw at me. My fists folded, to grab all the strength left. He was so close to my skin, his breathing sent shiver down my spin and I didn't know what to do but cry. I felt so pathetic and weak. This was too painful to endure. I had been fighting all my left against a this kind of treatment, and now I was the one that had to experience. But it was none other than the person I loved. I wanted to have a knife at my head so I could finish myself off.

His lips touched the skin on my chest.

I arched my back and sobbed. The kiss felt like fireworks inside my stomach and yet like thousands of needles prickling at my skin. I expected him to remove the bra,Moto expose me before the disgustingly naked eyes of his. Before the nasty desire and despicable imaginary.

But nothing happen.

I felt the tension ease. I didn't feel his breath against my skin. My eyes slowly opened and I was stared directly by him. He was still on top of me. Still had that obnoxious smug upon his face and yet somehow, somehow his eyes had returned to what they were.

"Sorry to disappoint you but" he yawned, his eyes showed no interest towards me. "Crying girl is not my type."

He stood up and walked away, leaving me on the ground with the mess he had caused. The chains on my arms suddenly disappeared and now I just hope the chain on my roaring ankle would too.

I laid there, looking at the ceiling and wondered to myself the purpose of me living. I turned to my side as I pulled myself together, my back as a protective shield against the person that was sleeping a few feet and away; and cried to sleep.

It felt I hadn't escaped from that nightmare.