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Annabeth stole a glance at the other girls, who stared back at her. Piper swallowed, and nodded approvingly.

"You'll be alright." She reassured her. Annabeth took a deep breath, and walked up the stairs to meet the man. Once she reached the top of the stairs, he guy grabbed her neck collar.

"Master said you were trouble." He snarled. Annabeth exhaled sharply as he dragged her across the ship deck. Great, I've made a reputation already. She walked clumsily, mostly because the overseer, who was walking at a very fast pace. She slowly saw Master Octavian come into view. Annabeth hated to look at his face. It was thin, but had a thick sneer plastered on it.

"Ah. Ms. Chase. I have something for you." He laughed. His hands were holding something behind his back. She heard a faint clang, like the shackles around her wrists and ankles. Master Octavian nodded at the overseer who brought her here. He shoved his arms out, grabbing Annabeth and putting her in a hold settling just underneath her Adam's Apple. Annabeth gasped and closed her eyes, expecting a beating. Instead, the collar around her neck was snapped off. Annabeth exhaled.

"But you said they were-" She started, just to be cut off by another, stronger force being thrust around her throat. She choked and gagged.

"They are useful." He looked at her as the overseer let her go. "I just thought this one would be more beneficial towards..." He hesitated. "Your position." Annabeth looked at the new item around her neck. It was just like the last one, but this one had a three foot chain jutting from the back. Like a leash... She thought. "And, we defiantly need to work on your outfit." Master Octavian added.

"M-my outfit?!" Annabeth sputtered. "What's wrong with it?!" She glanced down at the light blue toga she was wearing. Master Dakota insisted she wore it because of her Greek background. Sure, it was tattered, but she preferred to wear it. Her eyes darted around the deck at all the girls scrubbing. They wore rags that only covered their tops and their bottom. It honestly looked like all they were wearing was a bra with sleeves, and underwear.

"You're too covered." Master Octavian mused. Annabeth gasped.

"Covered?! Wha-"

"That's enough." Master Octavian demanded. He grabbed Annabeth by the chain and she was dragged towards the opposite side of the deck. He took her to another door that looked like the one that led to the slave quarters. "Hank! Butch!" The Master yelled at two overseers leaning on the rail, and watching the work. The two men snapped to attention and hustled over to Master Octavian. "Help me pick out a new outfit for Miss Chase." Hank was a tall, buff man with a dark buzz cut. He wore a torn sleeveless shirt and denim material pants. Butch was dressed similarly, but was much taller and had lighter hair. Both looked greedily at Annabeth, as if they couldn't wait to get their hands on her. Master Octavian kicked open the door. Inside was a musty room, filled with sewing supplies, pin dummies, and spare rags. Butch turned on an oil lamp and reached for some old rags. "No." Master Octavian stopped him, still gripping Annabeth. "I wan't something special for her." Annabeth gulped.

"Will it show my stomach?" She stammered. Master Octavian chuckled.

"Oh yes." Butch and Hank both started to take off the shackles off her wrists and grabbed an arm.

"No!" Annabeth yelled. "Let me go!" She struggled and fought, but the overseers had a great grip. Master Octavian took a rope and started to wrap it around her waist.

"Calm down Miss Chase." Butch said, in a gruff voice. "He's just fittin ya." Annabeth stopped writhing as much, but still fought. Master Octavian moved the rope skillfully around her, as if he'd been doing it for years. Duh, Annabeth... He probably has. Annabeth was jerked back into the present when Master Octavian ripped off her toga.

"Ah!" She gasped. The Master smirked at her reaction, then began to fit shimmering, golden cloth around her. Annabeth wished the old creep would get his hands off her. Soon, the fabric was wrapped around her, much like a bikini, except for the part that hung down between her legs.

"Are you kidding me?" She asked, as Master Octavian started stitching up the back. He stopped for a minute, and looked at her.

"I think," He said as he snipped the string that connected the needle to the top. "That it suits you." He finished the bottoms and looked at her, satisfied. "Butch, Hank!" Immediately, they dropped her and reached for the wrist and ankle shackles. Annabeth fell with a THUD on the cabin floor. She sat still as they re-attached the chains. Master Octavian then grabbed Annabeth's chain from the neck collar, pulled her onto her feet, and commended dragging her out of the cabin. Master Octavian then turned to the two men. "Dismissed." He muttered. Then he slammed the cabin door. Annabeth blushed in humiliation as Master Octavian led her through the groups of scrubbing slaves. A couple of them looked up and gasped, and Annabeth was beet red. Annabeth closed her eyes tightly, avioding the glances. They soon reached the door leading to the slave quarters. Annabeth was afraid that Master Octavian would toss her down the stairs again. Instead, he walked down the stairs with her. Piper, who was tending to a sleeping Hazel, looked up and gasped.

"Annabeth...?" She murmured. "What happened to you?" It was quiet enough so Annabeth heard it, but Master Octavian didn't. She hung her head in shame. Annabeth had never revealed this much of her body before. She was quite flustered. Hazel stirred in her arms, and looked up at the slave and her proud master. The small girl inhaled sharply.

" Ramirez-Arellano!" Master Octavian barked so loud that it made Annabeth wince. "You're needed upstairs." The girl with the braid didn't move. She was completely sacked out, sprawled across a pile of straw. " Ramirez-Arellano!" He repeated. No motion. Piper's chin quivered.

"Master Octavian, Sir..." She pleaded. "Please, she worked hard last night. I-"

"Stay!" He yelled at Annabeth. She flinched again, and obeyed orders. Master Octavian marched over to where Reyna was sleeping, and yanked her up by the arm. Breaking away from her sleep, the girl yelped, looking into the fierce eyes of her master. "RAMIREZ-ARELLANO! YOU'RE NEEDED UPSTAIRS!" She cried out as he lifted her out of the bed, and dropped her onto the floor. Annabeth surged forward, but Master Octavian whirled around. "STAY!" Annabeth gulped and froze. He gripped her by the wrist, and dragged her upstairs, slamming the door behind him. Piper breathed in heavily. Suddenly, the door was booted back open, and a blur of red and white was tossed down the stairs. She yelped, and sat there for a second, before looking at the three girls who were staring back. The frizzy headed girl looked at Annabeth with a peculiar look. Then her eyes widened.

"You're the girl who took a beating for the other girl!" She exclaimed. Then she glanced over at Piper and Hazel. She gasped and pointed at Hazel. "And you're the one who was getting beat!" She calmed down and rubbed her head. Annabeth, Piper, and Hazel were just gawking at her. "Oh. I'm sorry. I'm Rachel." Annabeth examined the girl. She was covered in freckles, like someone sneezed little brown dots all over her skin. Her hair was like an explosion happened on her head. Rachel looked at her, as if expecting something.

"Oh! Oh, I'm Annabeth." Annabeth introduced herself. "That's Piper, and that's Hazel." Hazel gave a shy wave. Suddenly, there was a loud crash on the deck, followed by a yell, and a couple of screams.

"No please!" Came a muffled cry from above deck. There was a lot of movement, like running footsteps that were loud and heavy. Annabeth couldn't resist. She tiptoed up the stairs and peeked out the slightly ajar door. Through her limited line of vision, she saw a slave with spiky dark hair. It struck her as odd, because it couldn't have been natural. Why would anyone want to do that? The girl was struggling to lift a fallen wine case, which was spilling it's contents all over the deck.

"That's Thalia." Piper said, suddenly appearing next to Annabeth. "When she first came here, she was like you. Rebellious, uncooperative, and rude to the Master. Then he whipped her into shape." Piper met Annabeth's gaze. "Careful. I don't want that to happen to you." She watched in horror as a very large, muscular overseer raised his whip. Annabeth didn't want to see the poor girl get beaten, so she sighed, closed her eyes, and listened to the muffled cries of pain.

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