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Nico's POV

I woke up, but this time I wasnt gagged, or in a jar, or falling into Tartarus. I was tied down to a metal platform. It faced up so I hung there instead of laying down. My hands were held and strapped outward. Like I was about to give a giant hug. My legs were tied down too but spread away from eachother. I looked around the room. On a table a few feet away from me I saw ten different sized knives. Well that doesnt look good for me. Was someone really going to dissect me or something?

"What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this?" I didnt realize I said it out loud.

"Well Di Angelo, you have immense power that we hope to drain from you." A shrill voice said.

"What am I? An outlet?" I sassed.

"Pretty much yes."

"So whats with the knives?"

"Ha. They arent mere knives. These pristine daggers are enchanted. When used on a demigod, it drains them of their godly abilities."

"Huh?"

"Gods. When you get cut by the dagger, the blood that comes out will have condensed power in it to put in others so they will have that power."

"Uh. No thanks."

"Its not a yes or no question. But unfortunately for you, you have so a  much power, the blood loss from it will most likely kill you."

I looked around for any means of escape.

"You are trapped like a fly. No where to go. No one to save you."

Then I saw the body the voice belonged to.

"Percy."

"Dear boy," he said, now in Percy's voice. "I certainly am not your Percy anymore."

He picked up a knife and stepped up to me. He was so close I could feel his breath on my bare chest.

"Let's... have a little fun." He teased.

And with that, he started tracing the knife all over me. He didnt start cutting though.

"Just kill me already."

"I was instructed to put you through as much pain as possible."

"Well im not hurting."

"Liar. There might not be any physical pain but there is a lot of mental pain."

He leaned closer, his lips brushed against mine. I turned my head away but he just planted a few kisses down my neck. I stuggled to get loose but the ropes were too tight.

"Oh no. Dont run away... what was it that I called you? Oh yes. Ghost King."

I was breathing hard from thrashing so much. He lifted my head, holding my chin up. I tried turning away but he had a strong grip.

"Save your breath my little King. You'll need it for when we actually have fun."

I needed to calm down. I was going to make it out alive. I had to. If he was the one who killed me, he would kill himself.

"Percy..."

"Percy is gone you idiot."

"I know you can hear me."

"No he cant." He looked pained. I was getting to him.

"You have to promise me one thing."

I heard him. My Percy. "Anything Nico. Hurry."

"You have to promise that if I die...."

"No..."

"If I die, you cant come with me. Swear it on the River Styx. Now."

"Nico... I... I swear... on the R-River Styx..." He was losing control. "That I... w-wo-wont kill myself.... i-if you d-di-die."

I sighed in relief. He collapsed and then got back up. It was evil Percy again.

"You little BRAT!" He slapped me. "You think you can get away with that? That was nothing. Percy will die after this anyway. As for you, I need to begin my torture."

He glided his fingers across my chest. This wasnt Percy. This isnt him. I felt a starnge feeling in my stomach. No. Stop it. This is not your Percy. His hands danced across my collarbone and then pulled me in for a kiss. Stop it now. THIS IS NOT HIM. I melted into it. I missed him touching me. I missed his lips pressed against mine. I leaned into it. I felt his lips curl into a smile against mine. WAKE UP YOU IDIOT! THIS. IS. NOT. PERCY. I snapped. I leaned back to get away. He noticed this but cupped my face, and kissed me deeply. I tried to shake him off. Nothing worked. I was his puppet.

"I dont like your struggle, my angel." His voice sounded so soothing. The way he said it.

Then I felt an immense pain in my side. I felt the dagger being dragged across my side.

I tried not to scream. I tried not to call to him. I tried not whine. I tried not to groan. I tried so hard.

I felt another pain, but on my arm. I let out a strangled cry. Tears ran down my face.

"Do it. Do it, little Ghost King. I wanna hear you scream. I wanna hear you cry. I want to hear you call my name. So do it. Entertain me."

He cut me again on the chest.

"P-PERCY!" I screamed with tears flowing down my face.

I tried so hard. But I failed.

Ok. Let it out. Go to the comments and yell all you want. but I need to tell u something. I may or may not be adding some... uh... *cough cough* smut *cough cough* later on... and I decided how im ending it but I wont say. so anywayyy

CLIFFHANGER