I know, I shouldn't be starting this, but I really do love this idea. I'm not even jumping into it with no thought like normal. I've been thinking about if for days now and have a feeling this will be good.

Now to my warnings. First off, this is rated M for a reason. Please, don't take that lightly. There will be lots of pain, physical and physiological. Also, this is slash, meaning boy/boy yaoi. If you are a Percabeth fan and still reading this, I suggest you leave now. Finally, the story shall eventually turn into a Nicercy. There will be a lot of other pairings(all Uke!Percy) but it will eventually turn into a Nicercy.

You've been warned. Now, please enjoy. :D

House of Torture

Prologue

Percy felt as if he was made of lead, heavy and weighed down. From what he could tell, he was in a dark room. Underneath him was what felt like an old cot, besides that he could not see anything else. His head pounded with pain, hiding whatever—if he even had any—memories of how he had gotten here, or where here was.

Suddenly, a large rectangle of light formed out of the darkness, a figure standing in it. Percy blinked, the light too bright for his eyes. Once his eyes had adjusted to the amount of brightness, he could tell the figure was a petite girl and she was holding something. A bucket?

The girl walked up to him, kneeling down beside the hero with a weak smile on her face. She set the bucket down, taking something out of it. "Hello," the voice was soft and sweat. She touched something wet the Percy's cheek, causing him to jump back. "Shh, calm down young hero. It is only a rag coated with water." Percy calmed, allowing the girl to clean his face.

"Who are you? Where am I? What are you doing?" The demigod's eyes darted from one thing to the other. Besides the rectangle of light the flooded into the room, nothing else could be seen. Instead of his surroundings, he focused his attention back on the girl in front of him. Her hair was light brown and her eyes were a soft hazel. She looked ordinary. Nothing really stuck out as memorable to Percy. It was as if she was trying to not get noticed.

"Take off your shirt," she whispered. Hesitantly, Percy did as he was asked. "As for who I am, call me Lissa, that is my name." Even a simple, unmemorable name. "My Master sent me to clean you, Perseus."

The name struck Percy. "How do you know my name?"

"My Master told me," Lissa said. She dipped the rag in the bucket, then ran it down Percy chest, chilling him. "I have been asked to take care of you while you are here."

"Another question you didn't answer, where exactly is here?"

Lissa paused her motions, only to start again seconds later. "A place you do not wish to be," she answer eerily, her soft voice becoming darker. "A house that strips you of your will and sense of self. This is a place where you would consider yourself lucky for death to come. Most refer to it as the 'The House of Torture'. Turn around."

Percy did as was asked. "Death? What kind of torture do they put you through here?" The hero's mind was already thinking of ways to get himself and Lissa out of here. She may be unmemorable and only have known him for a few minutes, but she didn't deserve to be here. The teen had already resolved that he would save them both.

It was another minute until she answer. "Lift your arm." He did as was asked. "And, not me. Only the people Master brings people here," she sighed. "Like yourself. I will apologize ahead of time for what the Master has planned for you."

Percy turned. "What do you mean, not you? Were you not brought here? Did you choose to come to this 'house of torture', as you put it?"

Lissa sighed, "Arm up." When Percy didn't do what she asked, the girl lifted the arm and began cleaning it. "No, I did not choose to come here. I was brought here like the rest of them. There is a distinct difference though." Lissa set the rag in Percy's hands. "I trust you shall do your lower parts for now. If you do not I shall be forced to come back in and do them myself." She stood and made her way to rectangular light, a doorway. Lissa only stopped to light a candle, giving Percy a light source.

The teen just stared after her. "What's the difference?" He called once his voice came back to him.

Lissa gave a sad smile as she began shutting the door. "You are a boy," she whispered, the closed off the last bit of light, leaving only a flickering candle for Percy to use.

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Percy had done as Lissa had asked him, cleaning his lower body with the rag and bucket of water. The water had helped with some of the stiffness in his limps, but not much. It was strange, even the dirtiest of river waters had rejoiced him before. Now, this barely murky water didn't help much at all. After that, he'd stayed awake for sometime, only to fall asleep again.

Percy awoke to the smell of food. Actual, hot food.

His green eyes snapped opened. He found Lissa kneeling in front of him again, setting down a tray. She looked troubled, but the demigod did not focus on that too long. He reached out, putting the first thing his fingers touched to his mouth. A buttered roll. It was delicious.

Food, when was the last time he'd eaten? The last remembered time was s'mores at the campfire at Camp Half-Blood. When was that though? From his hunger it felt as if it could have been days.

"Thank you," the halfblood whispered, knowing he could be thankful.

Lissa did not smile at this, her frown only deepened. "Do not thank me," she whispered. "This means Master will want you soon. That is nothing to thank me about." She dropped her head in shame.

Percy eyes widened. He dropped the bread and reached out for the girl, cupping her cheek. He lifted her head, seeing tears trailing down her cheeks. "Don't cry," Percy said. "You have been nice to me, so please don't cry Lissa." He offered her a smile, wiping some of her tears away.

This caused the hazel eyed girl to smile. "You should not be so kind to me Perseus," she said, wiping the rest of her tears away. "I may not like what I do, but I still do not fight it. I am not a good person because of that. You should hate me."

Poseidon's son's cheery attitude began to come back. He pulled a friendly smile onto his face as he beamed down at her. "It sounds as if you're as much of a victim as me." Percy began eating the bread again. Glancing down, he saw that he also had macaroni and cheese along with a spoon. "You may not fight, but is it because you don't know how? Or is it because you're scared of what will happen when you do?" The teen grabbed the spoon, eating the meal. "Either way, I won't hate you because of it."

Lissa stayed silent as Percy ate, staring down at the floor. As the halfblood finished, she said, "You are a kind godling Perseus." Lissa lifted her eyes to his. "They all have regarded me as horrible for letting this happen or ignored me, as if I did not matter. You are the first to be kind. Thank you for that. I know not all of the god's children are bad now."

That caused Percy to freeze. "You know about the gods?" The girl nodded. "And there are other demigods here? You've taken care of them?" Again, she nodded. "Do I get to see them? When can I?"

"In time," Lissa stood. "We must meet the Master now. Please come with me." So, the demigod did as he was asked, following his caretaker into the bright hallway, only to stop at at table outside his dark room. "I apologize." She pulled out two metal bracelets. "You must wear these."

"Alright. They won't kill me, will they?" He joked, not liking the seriousness of the situation.

Lissa smiled. "No, not kill you," she tired to laugh, but found it hard. "Will you put them on willingly or must I put them on for you?"

"Willingly," Percy said. "I trust you not to let me die Lissa."

"Another first," she said sadly. "This way Perseus."

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The hero found himself in a room lit by the light of candles. There were pillows lining the walls, as if asking for be slept on. A curtain of white fabric was in between Percy and this "master", only letting him see the silhouette of a women. Lissa knelt down on the carpeted floor, signaling Percy to do so as well. Poseidon's son found he had more pride than that, though, and stayed standing.

"Perseus," Lissa tried, but was silenced as the figure on the other side of the curtain raised a single hand.

"It is fine." The voice sounded female with an accent the demigod could not place. "You will not be punished for the ignorance of this child. He shall learn soon that I am his master." The women laughed. "Hopefully he will learn faster than the others."

"Ya—yes ma'am," Lissa managed to get out, her face staring at the ground.

Percy didn't like this. No one deserved to be treated like that. "Why am I here? What do you want from me?" The demigod asked stubbornly.

"Silence child."

"You do not control me!" The twice time savior of Olympus yelled back. "I don't know who you are but you will not control me."

There was silence and then the curtain was thrown back. A women with a veil over her face calmly walked over to stand in front of Percy. She was tall, looming a full head over the demigod. Her clothing was dark, lined with precious metals. "крепить(1)," she said. Percy's wrists slammed together in front of him. The demigod looked down at them, wide eyed. The bracelets had almost molded together and he found it impossible to move them. "Вы должны узнать ваше место ребенка(2)." She removed one of her black gloves.

Slap!

The sound of skin against skin silenced the dry air as the mysterious women drug her hand across the demigod's face, leaving soft marks with her nails. Percy could feel tears welling in his eyes, but forced them back. "Now, obey me child and kneel."

"No."

"Тогда я научу вас место(3)!" She slapped Percy again, then pushed him back on the carpet where he landed with a thud. "Do you still wish to disobey me?"

"You do not control me!" Percy spat back.

"Perseus!" Lissa reached out for him.

The master slapped her hand away. "Take him to the discipline chamber and chain him," the lady ordered. "Leave him until other orders are given." Lissa looked torn between following orders and helping her friend. "Lissa." The lady brought Lissa's attention back to her and leaned over to her ear, whispering something.

"Yes Master. Thank you Master." Lissa stood and grabbed Percy's arms. "I'm sorry Perseus, please follow me."

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"What did she say to you?" Percy asked as Lissa locked his restraints. He was laying on a bed, arms chained against the headboard and legs spread with his feet chained against the foot board.

"Nothing Perseus. I'm sorry I have to do this." She took out a knife and began cutting his clothing.

"What are you doing?"

Lissa didn't answer until Percy was laying on the bed, nude. "I'm saving your life." She leaned down, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Do what my Master says and you shall live. I promise that I shall get you out of here alive Perseus."

"What does me being naked have to do with me staying alive?" Lissa just gave him a pity-filled look as she left the room. Once the door was shut, Percy was alone in the dark again. He felt his gut twist in painful ways. Poseidon's son had never liked the dark. He found himself wishing for Nico. At least with the ghost king there he knew no creature would attack him from the shadows. At least with Nico there, he would feel safe.

Trasnlate Notes: (1)Fasten; (2)You shall learn your place child; (3)Then I will teach you your place!

The language is Russian, if anyone cares. I'm using Google Translate for my translations.

Thanks for reading.

~Goddess of the Multiverses