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Warning: Mature Content

A hour later
Bianca, in a tank top, shorts, and fur boots, which accentuated her curves perfectly, sighed. This extremely attractive goddess was tired, and of course sad. Percy had been busy lately, getting ready for the battle of Olympus. He hadn't spent any time with her, making her extremely lonely. Everyone seemed to be doing something with their lovers-Charles with his new girlfriend, Janette, Silena, with a boy called Kurt, Zoe was going out with a charming boy called George...Anyway, everybody else was doing something with their respective lovers.

Except her.

She sighed, and kicked a rock resentfully across the worn path. Flowers were blooming; Bianca tended to her garden well. Then, she plopped down on a stump that she used as a chair, crossing her legs together to get comfy. She was so deep in her own thoughts that she failed to notice the figure running across her garden.

Suddenly, a handkerchief was placed around her mouth and a strong arm picked her up. The soaked handkerchief slowly made her drowsy...

Chloroform.

She struggled, but to no avail. The drowsiness slowly overtook her, Bianca's eyes closed, and the last thing that flashed across her mind was...

Percy.

Later

Bianca woke up to find herself strapped onto a black leather chair. She was still wearing the clothes she had on before. In front of her was a high-backed leather chair. The occupant swung round to face her.

"Mark." Bianca muttered. "Why does this not surprise me?"

"I am your captor." Mark tried an evil voice, but it sounded like a squeak. "You fear me."

"Ummm...no." Bianca said. "You're Mark."

"Oh shit! How did she find out? I mean..That's ridiculous!" Mark stuttered.

Bianca rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right."

"Fine. I'm Mark." Mark stated. "I want revenge on Percy."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Bianca rolled her eyes.

"You're welcome." He said, equally sarcastic. "Well, milady, I have to say you're quite stunningly sexy." Mark winked, trying to be seductive with his handsome face and manly body.

Bianca rolled her eyes.

"I'd love to play with you now, milady." Mark smiled, but it was forced. Bianca spat at him. "But I have to hurt you first. But I assure you, you will be equally sexy when the time comes."

Bianca swore at him. "Go fuck yourself!"

Mark laughed maniacally. "Now, that's not nice, is it? Guards, beat her!" Two human guards came in, and began beating her.

Meanwhile

A message flashed onto Void's iPhone 5 screen. It was a video. He swiped to unlock, and then played the video.

"Greetings!" A voice laughed. A face came on screen. It was Mark.

Mark turned the camera towards a leather chair. "I have come to take revenge." He spun the chair, revealing a bruised and battered Bianca. Her white tank top was torn, showing an equally torn black bra and her shorts were ripped, not leaving much to the imagination.

"Bianca!" Void cried out.

"If you don't want her to be tortured anymore, teleport to us in 10 seconds after you view this message. Just sense us." Mark said. Then the video stopped.

Void shook with rage. But what choice did he have? He teleported to them, only to find himself in shackles.

Mark, in front of him, grinned. "Once a god is trapped, he cannot use his powers. So let us begin!" He laughed evilly.

"Bring Bianca forward!"