GORE + SA WARNING!

The suitors all made a circle when the bow was presented. The string was tied on one side and left loose. The task, after all, was to string the tight bow and then shoot the axes that were placed ready.

Not that anyone would get that far.

Antinuous knew this. That's why he sat to the side, drinking some concoction on alcohol.

Each time a suitor failed at stringing the old kings bow, they were met with howls of laughter from the hundred men watching and waiting in turn.

It was turning nightfall, dusk settled in, and the torches were lit. The suitors never stopped. It had been many hours, and the bow was nowhere near from strung.

Damn you, Penelope.

Antinuous slammed down the empty goblet. All of the tangy liquid making it's way down his throat.

He was beyond pissed. And done with this bullshit.

"Screw this competition." He said aloud.

His closest pal, Eurymachus, was seated opposite him. He stopped his laughter, as did a dozen suitors after hearing the scarred male speak.

"We've been here for hours." He said louder, standing up.

More suitors quietened.

"None of us can string this. We don't have the power," He said, deadpan.

Some whispers went around about what this man would say next.

They all listened, having agreed years ago that Antinuous would lead them. He was the most charismatic at speaking after all.

"Screw this damned challenge, no more delays. Can't you guys see we are being played?" He said, all attention now on him.

All 107 pairs of eyes and ears were on him. He loved it.

"What are you saying?" Eurymachus asked, now standing as well.

"This is how they hold us down. While the throne gets colder."

"Hold us down while we slowly age."

"Hold us down why the boy gets bolder,"

He spat. Every word is coming out harsh. Especially when Telemachus was mentioned.

Some men joined in, howling that the challenge was unfair. That they were, indeed, being played.

Some started chanting. Hold us down.

"Where in the he'll is our pride and our rage?!" He shouted, jumping onto the bench to let his voice reach further.

The suitors agreed, all making various losses while Antinuous continued to rage on.

"Here and now, there's a chance for action! We can take control!"

The men started his sentences for him. Agreed and read his thoughts as to what he would say.

"Here and now! Burn it down to ashes! Channel the fire inside your soul!" He shouted

A man gave him another goblet of alcohol. He downed it in one go, more men shouting and cheering. Chanting and hyping up Antinuous.

He hushed down a bit.

"Haven't you noticed who's missing?"

He got confused faces in return.

"Don't you know the Prince is not around? I heard he's on a diplomatic mission, and I heard today he comes back to town!" He said, letting out a secret.

It was met with slurs, terms, and angry words aimed towards the boy.

"So, I say, we gather near the beaches. I say, he wait till he arrives. Then, when he docks his ship, we can breach it, let us leave now. Today, we can strike him!"

Anitunious continued to speak, the men riled up and happy at abusing the young Prince.

GORE + SA WARNING!

Antinuous gave a visual word to word about what he would do to the boy.

Telemachus, held down. On the sandy beach. His face half pushed into the sand. He was immobilised. Scared and pissed off. Shouting at Antinuous to release him. Antinuous sure chuckling.

Telemachus's hands were held behind his back.

All colour drained from the boys face as Antinuous pulled out a sharp blade.

Telemachus pleaded no. But his head was pulled up by his hair.

He groaned in pain from the uncomfortable feeling. Wet sand stuck to his face. His brown eyes glossed over in the moonlight.

He pleaded for mercy, asked for release. Anything in return.

Antinuous chuckled at the boys writhing, his pride leaving him as the blade traveled down his cheek, leaving a cut.

It hurt. But it wasn't priority.

Telemachus was terrified. And came face to face with his fate of death. The knife dug deep, slitting his throat. He gagged up blood, the skin split smoothly and leaked blood like water.

His puils fluctuated, holding on for life. He couldn't speak, just gargle blood and gawk.

Antinuous ordered him he Drowned. Tears finally slipped Telemachus's dying eyes.

He was pushed forward, his torso being damped by waves. His face was forced down, into the shallow water sand. He shook a bit. Then froze. The water ran red.

The suitors cheered. The Prince was dead.

They flipped the body. Splaying it out. Limbs visable.

"Let's have some fun" Antinuous said.

The Prince's femenine beauty was renowned. A soft face, soft skin, luscious hair. Faint freckles tinting his tan skin.

Men and women over Ithaca wooed over the Prince.

Antinuous went first. The scarred male cut down the prince's Chiton, revealing bare chest. And a naked underbelly.

The men whispered and whistled. Admiring the dead prince's body.

He was very femenine indeed.

Antinuous went first. Inserting into the cold body, and having a pleasurable release into pure royal body.

It wasn't like what they imagined Penelope to be, but it would do.

Each of the dozen men there had their way with the dead body. It rocked and made no noise.

It was a laughing stake to the men.

After each finished their time, they each grabbed a sword. Cutting and dicing up the little wolf's body. They stuffed it in bags, the only remnants was the bloody sand and red water.

They went to a cliff, throwing the bags into the great below.

Each man laughed, knowing they where now able to get to penelope.

SORRY!!!

"When the crown wonders where the Prince is, only the ocean and I will know."

The crowd cheered.

"And when the deed is done" more drinks "the queen will have noone to stop us from breaking her bedroom door. Stop us from taking her love and more"

They whistled and catcalled the air. Some licking their lips in anticipation.

All but one of the now 109 people in the room.

SA WARNING :(

A knock was heard on Penelopes door. She assumed it would be Telemachus back from his mission. She opened the door. Seeing the suitors on the other side.

Antinuous stood up front. Covered in blood. Along with a dozen other.

"Hello darling" He said sickly.

She wailed and tried to shut the door but he was stronger. He pushed the door inwards, causing her to fall to the ground.

She scrambled up, trying to run to her balcony to jump off and end it.

But to her dismay, her waist was caught by the bloody hands on Antinuous. He bloodied her chiton, already fiddling with it. Her back wad forcefully pressed flush to his.

She clamped her hands against her mouth, crying.

Antinuous ordered a knife and one was chucked to him.

It was still covered in Telemachus's blood. Although Penelope guessed that by now.

Antinuous turned to face her towards the doorway. All the 107 men waited there. Looking at Antinuous slowly and gently slided open her chiton with ease. Like butter.

It fell to the ground. She kept her hands covering her mouth, too much in shock and sorrow to move.

Her naked body got whistles and with both hands on her waist, she was walked forward. She had no choice to comply. He walked through the rows of men. Each taking a touch. He purposefully walked slowly. Some rubbing her skin, slapping her, touching her, anything.

She was put on display. Antinuous said they could have rounds. After himself of course.

She was brought to the courtyard. A circle formed and she was thrown to the floor. All watched as she was raped. Again, and again, and again.

She was bloody. Bruised. In so much pain. 109 times. No stop. All power hungry men. And all the rest watched.

Antinuous had two rounds. And he declared that he will marry her. And that all the men could have their way with her. Whenever and for however long.

It was met with applause.

Penelope had been reduced to a doll. Useful for sex. And granting men power.

IM SO SORRY I MEAN IT :(((

It was met with thunderous cheers.

All men where happy.

"Here and now there's a chance for action!"

He was standing on the ground, in the middle of a circle.

"Here and now we can take control!!"

Men shouted out what they could do.

Antinuous agreed with all.

"Channel the fire inside of your souls!" The men shouted.

Antinuous cheered. Too engrossed in the shouting and thoughts of what they could do.

They all where.

"Hold them down! Channel the fire inside of your soul and-" He was cut off.

A curved blade had pierced his neck. His voice turned to gargle. He couldn't speak. His throat being pierced caused blood to seep. Blood drenched his clothes. And when it was twisted, it came gushing out his mouth.

His pupils dilated and his mouth slumped. His body slumped and his face relaxed.

The blade was removed and he fell dead to the floor.

All sound stopped in an instant.