You Can't Break Me- Meet the Torturers: Chenille

A/N: Pretty much what the chapter's title is. And to the second "Guest," I hope you like this chapter more, 'Ccuse it's going to be from a different perspective. Sorry you didn't like the other chapters.

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Chenille wrung out the bloody rag, sighing as she did so. This was entirely her fault. She was the one who whipped him in the face. She was the one who made him bleed.

It was you, the voice said. You evil bitc-

"SHUT UP!" Chenille screamed. She was getting stronger. She was able to overpower her more often. Chenille sunk to the floor, sobbing. Dribbles of spit dripped over her mouth.

You selfish brat. You run away and cry. You hurt people for money, and then you cry about it. You're disgusting.

Chenille shivered. "Go away. Go away." She mumbled, saliva flung onto the floor. She wanted her gone. Dead. Brutally murdered. Thrown under a bus.

Finally showing your true colors? The cold voice asked. What a hideous person to be. Too bad you're part of me. I would never harm an innocent man like Perseus Jackson.

Chenille saw red. "But you did," she whispered. "You whipped him. I'm the one who feeds him and cares about him. A little. You're the one who makes him bleed."

She laughed. Maybe I do, but don't count out your precious Marque. He shoots him, you know. He bent Perseus' arm so far back that it broke twice. Perseus vomited bile and blood. That's definitely a turn on.

"Marque's just brainwashed. That's all. He wouldn't choose to hurt anyone." She was sure. They were just doing this for money and The Master. Or The Mistress. No one was really sure, since they had never seen her before.

Whatever helps you sleep at night.

Chenille growled, wiped the tears and spit away, and went to bed.

…Ω∑∆∑Ω…

She went to the Mess room and grabbed the Meatloaf Surprise. She wouldn't eat it, because she was ninety percent sure it was human muscles. But she supposed it would do, especially to a starving guy.

She opened the door and was hit with the smell of blood. It was almost overwhelming. Percy looked up at her, nodded in recognition, and looked away towards the torture stuff that Chenille had banned Marque from using.

Chenille sat cross legged across from the dying boy, and held out a forkful of the undercooked (bloody) shredded human muscles.

"Eat up. You've got a long day ahead of you."

Percy ignored her.

"C'mon, Ariel. Here comes the airpla- boat!" She said in her best baby voice.

Percy rolled his head towards her, glared half-heartedly, and rolled his head away.

So she force-fed him instead. He struggled more than she thought he would've.

After a while of that, and of her taunting her… something about trying to break unbreakable boys. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

Chenille washed his face and any other exposed skin (she left the gun wounds and broken arm alone). She apparently pressed wrong on his knee, because if spurted blood and made him pass out. In the puddle of blood was a bullet. Chenille looked away.

You evil, disgusting twit. When they come, when they find out… We're dead.

Chenille shivered. Because she knew she was right.

Stupid alter ego.

A/N: Boom. So that's why Chenille seems to have another personality. 'Cause SHE DOES. Review!

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