ΠροδοσίαBetrayal

So so soooo sorry for taking so long to come out with such a measly amount. I hope to start putting out more. My plot bunny has recovered from shooting itself and things have slowed down a bit.

Hope you like it(Crosses fingers!)

(Aphrodite POV)

Waking up in your room must be nice, then you realize that just because it is your room you are not so safe in it, the shadows turn cold, the furniture vile and decrepit, and then it dawns the realization that you are tied to your bed with thick rusting chains. Tugging on them will do no good, and screaming for help…well for some reason you cannot seem move your mouth, even your throat does not want to listen. When your vision starts to clear you realize that the chains you are wearing which have you tied spread eagle to your very nice four poster bed have ancient writing on them making you practically helpless. A trapped animal and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. But wait for whats to come.

A noise to your left lets you know someone is there in the dimly lit room. You close your eyes for a second wishing everything were but a dream when you here the noise again dashing all hopes. Your eyes flash open as you crane your neck to look at whom it is. With all your might, you cannot hold back the look of disgust that crosses over your face. When you see who it is.

(Hephaestus POV)

You knew that would happen, it's the look she gave you the moment she found out you would be getting married and the one she has given you ever since. No other emotion has ever come between the two of you. Making you wonder if there is anything else or is she always as cold as stone.

The bag you were carrying starts getting a little heavy so you set it down next to the bed, just far enough away so she could not see what was in it no matter how hard she tried. That pleasure would come later.

Right now the look in her eyes was pleasing enough, so many different emotions going through them, Confusion, panic, anger. But it wasn't the one you wanted to see. This just meant you would have to try harder.

It made you wonder what would go through them when she took her last breath. Would she even lower herself to begging …probably not. That was a challenge you were more than willing to take.

You crawled onto the bed and straddled her, you could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to say something but the gag put in her mouth kept that from happening. You didn't want anyone to join in your fun time but the two of you.

Leaning in just enough so that your breath moved some of the tendrils of hair on her face. You grinned and whispered to her, "Are you ready for some fun my dear." She had the audacity to try to laugh, rising up you back hand her so hard the tiniest trickle of blood leaks out the corner of her mouth, and that moment is golden because for once you see something other than hate you see fear, pure fear flicker in those beautiful green eyes.

Leaning over the side of the bed, you opened up the bag you brought and pulled out your favorite toy, the cold metal feeling good in your hand.

Taking the knife, you slowly drag it down her throat just hard enough to draw a little trail of blood stopping just above her breasts. Watching the blood trickle down the valley between her breasts for a minute enjoying the moment, when reality slowly seeps back in and you remember what you are here to do.

Leaning off of her a bit you reach over into your back pocket and pull out your wedding ring (yes even gods wear them). you twirl it between your fingers letting her see what it is before you lean over to the candle on the night stand and hold it over the flames with a pair of pliers you had in the bag. It didn't take long for the ring to start glowing bright orange just the way you needed it. You bend down wear your mouth is next to her ear and whisper, "You may have never felt anything for me but disgust, but tonight I'm going to make you feel what I want." She has the audacity to get a smug look on her face and you smirk right back. Taking the ring you look into her eyes as you drop the ring on her chest, not wanting to miss a single look that crosses her face.