Frantic, Deimos looked around for Jenna and tried to run to the Hall of Mirrors to learn where her location was. Now, he had her name. He would find her. He needed to save her. He was going to kill those mother…

"Deimos! Welcome back, or should I say 'gotcha'!" Artemis threw one of her god damn nets over him and pinned him to the floor. As a god himself, he could easily handle the net. But, once under it, it was not as easy to get out whether a mortal or a god.

With a snap of her fingers, Artemis had moved Deimos to one of her private rooms for some quality time. She handcuffed him to a torture rack with cuffs that Hephaestus had made. Then she gathered up the net once again.

The goddess was tall and slender with appealing curves. Her long auburn hair and bright green eyes gave her a striking beauty. However, Deimos knew her for the manipulative and selfish woman that she was. He had no interest in her at all.

"Let me go you red headed bitch!"

"Now, now Deimos. I hear you have been a bad boy." Artemis said tsking at him. "No one was supposed to know about the girl." She traced the lines of his chest with her fingers. "Did Acheron send you to her?"

"Fuck off!" With that, she slapped him.

"Such foul language. No matter, I will have her before long."

"Touch her and I will pull you limb from limb."

She hissed at him for that comment. "Don't you dare threaten me!"

"Threaten you? Oh no, last time you tried to lay a hand on me, the only thing that saved you was Acheron. I don't threaten, I kill. And you know it." Deimos roared.

"She is mine! And just to make sure you don't mess this down, I am going to leave you here, out of my way until it is done." With that, the tall goddess stormed from the room and slammed the door shut, leaving Deimos to the dark.

He screamed in fury. Jenna was awake, which meant that she was being hurt again. He needed to save her, to protect her. Everything in him shivered with rage.

How can the fates lead me to this woman only to prevent me from saving her? Please Zeus don't let this happen!

Deimos's pleas went unanswered. Hours rolled by as he tried to break loose, fearing for Jenna.


It did not take Jenna long to loose consciousness again. As much as her captors tried to keep her awake most of the time, there is only so much that a body can take before it starts to shut itself down.

This time, she found herself alone in her dream. The demon things did not show up. Not that they did all the time, just a few times over the past week or so. But, most noticeably, Deimos did not show up.

Jenna tried to focus on her iPad to get through her days memories and seal them up tight. She did not even want to sort them for the pain that they held. But, if she didn't, they would not go away.

Still, her thoughts kept floating back to Deimos.

I suppose that I should be happy that I am alone again. At least this way, I am not worried that I am going insane.

Who are you kidding? We both know that you enjoyed having company. And you are the one talking to yourself! Of course you are going insane.

Ugh!

Jenna pushed the tablet aside and started to fidget awkwardly as she called out to Deimos, hoping that he would come.

When nothing happened, she warred with herself.

See, he was not real! You need to regain your focus and stop relying on others.

But, he seemed so real.

If he was real then why doesn't he come to save you in the real world? Her chest tightened at that thought.

But, if he was not real, then why can't I bring anything like him into my dream right now? All I can do is bring up a memory of the last dream.

Maybe he is real and does not care to save you?

At that, Jenna sank down to the sand below the temple and cried. She really was alone.

The wall of water finally engulfed her as she woke to yet another hosing down by power sprays.


A few hours rolled by, hours of bare consciousness while unseen men used her body for their pleasure once again. Her eyes were so swollen that she was able to close them without them noticing. But, when one man was finished, he leaned down to utter insults in Arabic before he punched Jenna in the head. Everything went black and she found herself in her dreams.

Jenna tried to sooth her loneliness. She tried to pull of older memories of joy and watch them on her tablet. However, each one left her more saddened by the loss of it all. She was starting to loose hope. She would not, could not let that happen.

Standing up, full of desperation, she called out to Deimos again. Over and over, his name called from her lips. Begging him to return.