This is all your fault, Borntosingwithdrama.

Percy ran through the halls of the endless building. He glanced over his shoulder, his breathing heavy and ragged. The hall behind him was empty. He turned to look where he was going again just as he slammed into something, knocking him onto his ass. The man was standing there in front of him.

Percy screamed as the man's large hands reached down to curl around his upper arms and haul him to his feet, dragging him along behind him. "No! No, please!Leave me alone!" Percy pulled and struggled, trying to break free of the man's grip, but his hold was like iron.

Percy was doomed. "No! No!" Percy was dragged into a dark room with a bed bolted to the floor in the middle. Percy was crying now. The man tossed him onto the bed and turned to close and lock the door. "Let me go! Please!" Percy begged, jumping off the bed and running to cower in  corner on the floor.

No help was coming. He was on his own. And he was trapped. He was weaponless and defenseless and he was doomed.

The man grinned ferally as he slowly stalked over to Percy. "Say please again." He lifted Percy into the air and carried him back to the bed, throwing him down onto it roughly. Percy shook as he lay there, squeezing his eyes shut. The man grabbed his face. "I said, say please again. Look at me, and say please. Look at me and beg." Percy opened his eyes, still tearfilled.

"P-Please," Percy whimpered. The man grinned twistedly, an evil glint shimmering in his eye.

"There you go. Be a good boy, and you might get a reward." Percy whimpered at his words. "Now, take off your shirt." Percy resisted the urge to whimper again, and pulled off his shirt. The man trailed his eyes down Percy's chest and torso hungrily. He leaned down and started trail his lips down Percy's skin, starting at his ear ad working his way down to the edge of Percy's pants. Percy didn't dare move. The man worked his way back up, this time his tongue flicked out every now and then. The man pulled back only to smirk,  bringing his lips down once more, this time to meet Percy's own. Percy didn't move a muscle. The man's tongue flicked against his lips, but he didn't part them. The man pulled back and snaled.

"Kiss me." He demanded. He leaned back down and kissed Percy again, this time Percy did what he was told and he kissed back. When the man's tongue asked for entrance into his mouth this time, Percy did not reject him. e parted his lips and the man's tongue slid in.

The man pulled back and his grin was feral, dark, and twisted. "Pull off your pants." Percy blinked, not moving. "I said, pull off your pants." Percy did as he was told. "Good boy." The man slipped off his own shirt and pants the, leaving them both in only their boxers.

If anyone is out there, if any god is listening, please, save me. Or kill me. Smite me right now. Percy thought, trying not to let any of his repulsion or fear show when the man began to grind against him. (A/N OH JESUS. FUCK. I'M BLUSHING SO BAD, OH MY GODS. THIS IS SO AWKWARD. WHY AM I DOING THIS. FUCK. It's a good thing I didn't eat lunch...) The man snarled. "Move with me." Pery again did what he was told, having no choice.

"Now take off your boxers."

What.

Percy froze entirely.

No.

No.

It can't go this far.

Not again.

No.

"I said take of your boxers. Now." Percy still didn't move. The man snarled and got of Percy, only leaning over him now instead of lying on him. "If you won't, then I'll take them off for you." The man's hands reached for the waistband of Percy's boxers.

Percy twisted out from under the man's form and darted toward the door, hating the hickies he could already feel forming from the man's lips.

He ripped it open and dashed into the hallway, hating the scars from what the man did to him before dragging him to that bedroom for the second time, hating the bruises from the time.

Hating the way he could still feel the man's hands all over him, burning like brands. He turned a corner. He could hear the man's enraged yell from behind him.

Hating that the man had taken everything from him. He bust through a door and kept running to another hallway. Anywhere but that bedroom. Not again. Never again.

Hating that there was nothing he could do about it. He turned another corner, running faster. He could hear the man's heavy footsteps behind him now.

Hating himself for what that man had done. He saw a window, and through it a skyline.

Hating the gods for not saving him. He ran to the window, throwing it open and pulling himself out onto the ledge.

Hating everyone for not saving him. He looked down, he was at least five stories above the ground.

Hating that he couldn't save himself before that man violated him. But this was escape. This was a chance to save himself at last.

Percy jumped off the ledge and fell just as the man's hands reached through the window to drag him back to that bedroom to violate him again, only grabbing empty air.

The man's words rang through his head as he fell, everything the man had said.

"Fuck me. Do everything I say, and maybe I'll let you off easy."

Percy hit the ground. Never again.

A/N Word Count: 931

Like I said, blame Borntosingwithdrama.

Bye.

Yours in demigodishness and all that,

Annabeth_Jackson_12 <3