"Pain, pain is the only thing I can feel anymore. Pain so crushing, so mind numbing that it is a miracle that I haven't gone insane by now. Am I insane? I honestly don't know but if I had to venture a guess I am. In fact now that I think about it, how could I not be insane? I am stuck in the one place that even the gods won't venture into lest they lose themselves. I am stuck in the depths of Tartarus and all I can think is how foolish I have been, how naive I was to trust her. So how could I not think it was just another hallucination when I see someone standing over me with a look of pity as silver tears run down his face? Another trick by my captors to give me false hope of being rescued before they tear it all away. It's been over a thousand years since I was thrown down here. A thousand years of torture that not even the world's worst mad man could come up with. After all, what is there to fear when you are torturing your prisoner in a place where they can't die? The Olympians in their petty, narrow mindlessness surely have forgotten about their hero by now and all of my friends would be long gone. Yet even though I know that it is all a trick I can't help but hope that this is real, that finally after all of the pain I have gone through I could finally be free. Before I slip into the sweet relief of unconsciousness I manage to croak out of my parched throat one word, "help."