I don't own Percy Jackson or ay characters associated with PJO. Rick Riordan does.

Percy POV

Slowly the world came into focus around me. Again I found myself in the small dungeon like room. I felt a wave of pain and nausea wrack through my body. I looked down to take stock of my injuries. My skin is pink with large splotches of red and blisters covering my arms and legs. My shorts were ripped and burned. My shirt was in tatters. So little remained of both that you could barely call it clothing. My shoes had fallen off and were to destroy to ever be used again.

My left shoulder was throbbing from the claw marks that I assumed was left by the dracaena. The skin around the marks was a mixture of green and purple. Even attempting to move my left arm caused my vision to blur. My ribs were a mixture of blue and black and there is a large throbbing bump on the back of my head and blood trickled from the gash on my forehead. My throat was dry and my stomach seemed to be begging for food. I realized that I didn't know how long it had been since Mount St. Helens. Since Annabeth...

I shook the though off. I had to find some way out of here. I scanned the room. Across from me I noticed a small blanket, a plate and a small glass. I slowly rose in an attempt to cross the room. As I stood my whole body seemed to be on fire and again my vision blurred and black spots danced in front of me. I slowly shuffled across the room and it felt like I was being burned alive (which I guess I basically was after being blasted out of a volcano).

I sank to the ground next to the blanket, the plate, and the cup. The blanket was about 4ft long and 3ft wide. It was ratty and filled with holes, but it was also better than nothing. I downed the cup which was filled halfway with water. Then proceeded to examine the contents of the plate. On the plate were half a piece of bread and a dollop of peanut butter. Also on the plate also was a small piece of ambrosia. It was one eight the size of a piece that I was use to. I crammed the ambrosia down my throat. It didn't seem to do much. The throbbing of my head was a little less intense and my skin seemed to feel like the temperature of the fire had dropped by a couple of degrees. I then proceeded it hurriedly ate the peanut butter and bread. It calmed my stomach slightly but I was little hungry and my throat still burned with thirst. It seemed that they gave me enough ambrosia and food to keep me alive, but not enough to make any significant impact.

I settled against the wall and tried to concentrate on finding a way out. But my sense stilled seemed to be blocked by the pain. The pain made it difficult to focus. I decided to take a nap hoping that it would allow temporary relief from the pain.

I allowed my eyes to droop and as soon as it seemed I might be able to slip into unconsciousness and escape the pain I heard footsteps approaching.

The door flew open and two pairs of hands grabbed me. The hands belonged to the two unclaimed demigods from earlier. I struggled against their grip, but I was still too weak and a felt the hilt of a sword slam into the back of my head. Black spots appeared into my vision and I stopped struggling.

The demigods dragged me back into the room with the sarcophagus. They stopped in middle of the room and let go of me. I managed to force myself to me feet as me legs wobbled beneath me.

Kronus' disembodied voice spoke in me head again, "Join me Perseus Jackson!"

"I will never join you," I spit back.

"Fine, if you will not join by choice then we will force you to join."

Suddenly, felt a sword slash across my back and was pushed onto my knees. Luke grabbed my hair and yanked me head backwards. "Now this will be fun," he whispered into my ear. He grabbed me by the collar of shirt and pulled me out of the room and into the hallway from earlier. Instead of going back to my room he pushed me into the one across from it.

This room was 10' x 10' and on one wall was shackles. Two others were lined with weapons. Curved swords, sharp daggers, whips, brass knuckles and other weapons and torture devices. All of them were stained with blood. There was a drain in the middle of the room.

Luke pulled me across the room and forced me to my knees. He proceeded to shackles me to the wall so that me arms were extended to my sides at about chest height and pulled slightly behind me.

"In someways, I am glad you refused to join. It gives me to beat you for being the little piece of shit that you are," Luke said.

I pulled my head up and looked at him.

"You don't have to do this Luke. What about Annabeth? What about Thalia? Think about what you are doing to them"

"I am doing this for them," he said softly.

"Yeah because you about to beat the crap out of me is for them."

His eyes seemed to soften slightly. "This is all for them. I am giving them better lives."

"No, you're not. If you continue down this path you will kill them." That seemed to throw him off a little more so I continued talking.

"You will end up destroying the world. Destroying the Gods. Hermes loves you Luke." Apparently that was the wrong thing to say.

"Ha," Luke laughed. "Hermes only loves himself. He doesn't care about me just like Poseidon doesn't care about you. As for destroying the world, the Gods have already done that I am saving it," he roared.

He grabbed his sword and slashed at my chest. Anger glinted in his eyes. He left a gash spreading from my right shoulder to just above my bellybutton. I whimpered in pain and evil smile spread across his face. And he slashed again this time hitting me in the face. As blood dripped from my chin, I bit back the whimper refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out. He then turned to the wall a grabbed something else. As he turned as saw that it was a baseball bat. He slammed it into my ribs repeatedly. Pain seared through me and I knew he broke several of my ribs, but still I bit back the screams. He then slammed the bat into my right arm. The bat hit right above my elbow and I felt the down shatter underneath the bat. He pulled back and swung again this time at the shoulder. It slammed against my collarbone and I couldn't take it anyone. The pain was too extricating from the breaks the excess weight put on my shoulders in order to hold me up. I finally let out a scream.

After that everything else was a blur. I remember being slipped sips of nectar every once in while in order to keep me from blacking out. In order to make it so I could still feel the pain. The beating seemed to last forever. It was only after another hour of sword and bat strikes that I was dragged back to me room.

Everything hurt, but finally I was allowed to sleep. I was sucked into unconsciousness and at least momentarily the pain seemed to stop.