DISCLAIMER:

Me: Sara, do the honors.

Sara: Gabi does not own PJO or MR. Do you think she could write that awesome of stuff?

Me: Hey!

Sara: Sorry. I think your writing is amazing.

Me: Aaannyhoo... to the story!

Sara: TO THE STORY!

Gabi

I still remember how it happened. One minute, I was walking along a sidewalk in Central Park, holding hands and talking with my boyfriend. Next minute, a pair of good-looking men grabbed me from behind. I was screaming bloody murder and pounding my sneaker into one's face, then the other smacked me in the head. I went limp, my head spinning, trying hard not to pass out. I heard Chris screaming my name. Another hit to the head, and I blacked out.

-LATER-

Pain. My head was killing me. I lifted a hand to my head and it came away wet and sticky. Ew. I opened my eyes. Everything was white: the walls, the ceiling, probably the floor too, but I couldn't see it right now. I pushed myself up to a sitting position, and my head throbbed.

"Ah, you're finally awake." A woman's voice made me look around. Then I realized she was right in front of me. I leapt up - only to smash into bars - almost like a dog crate. I realized I was in a cage, and bile rose in my throat. Exactly like a dog crate. The woman made notes on a clipboard while I glared at her in silence. Then she lowered her pen. "Well! There's certainly work to do." With that, she swept out of the room. I was alone. I curled myself into a ball, and realized I was wearing a gray T-shirt and gray sweatpants. No camp T-shirt or necklace. No ring. No shoes. My hair was loose, not in the braid I'd put it in before my date with Chris. Everything I'd had - poof! Gone. I looked up to see the woman come back with five tall, good-looking guys. "This," she said, gesturing proudly to me, "is Subject Sixteen." Subject? She nodded to two of the men, and they came toward my cage. I tensed, already making a plan. I'd slip in between them, then run for the window and jump through - One guy unlocked the door and reached inside. I bit down on his hand - hard - and he stifled a yell. I slipped out, ran between each of the other men, and sprinted for the window. Almost there… A burst of electricity coursed through me, and I screamed as my vision went black and I collapsed. "Get it up," the woman, who I dubbed Madam Bossy, demanded. Her voice sounded muffled and far away. Two of the guys clomped toward me and grabbed my arms, effectively lifting me up and dragging me down a long hallway.

They pulled me into a lab-type room thingy, where a single hospital bed stood. They lifted me onto the bed easily - I was still weak from the electric shock - and started strapping me down. Madam Bossy walked in. "We'll be testing its pain threshold right now. Endurance tests later." One of the men, now looking disturbingly wolflike, grinned at me, his hand gripping a scalpel. The silver tool flashed as he stabbed it into my right arm. I let out an involuntary hiss of pain. Madam Bossy's cold blue eyes danced. "Again," she commanded. The scalpel plunged into my other arm, then my left leg, then my right. Each time I let out a small gasp. Then - with a cruelly excited look on his face - the man stabbed me in the rib cage. I screamed from the sudden pain. Again in the rib cage. And again. I was gasping from the pain now. Madam Psycho (not so much bossy anymore) approached me. "Are you done?"

I could barely form a coherent thought at this point, but I gasped out, "You… remind me… of Hera…" I was shocked again, and suddenly I began to laugh. An insane, broken laugh, but a genuine laugh. I didn't really want to be shocked within an inch of my life again, but I couldn't stop myself from laughing. The scalpel went in again, and again, and my laugh turned into a scream. I thrashed and was shocked again, was stabbed and screamed louder. Suddenly, they shocked me worse than all the other times combined. I felt myself drifting toward unconsciousness, but they shocked me again, and again, and again. As my scream filled the room, I had only one thought: Let it end. Please. Just let it end. Let it end. Let it end let it end let it end…