And it was a good job she didn't cry.
"Oh, good, you're awake. I was getting bored." Louisa tried to sit up, but didn't get very far.
Her wrists were tangled in multiple strips of thick cloth and tied to the intricately decorated mahogany headboard of a king sized bed. She tried to free her hands, but it was of no use. "I wouldn't do that." Luke said as if he were actually concerned. "You'll need your hands." His smirk was devilish and one Louisa did not like at all.
Luke shifted onto the bed next to her, lying down as if they just relaxing for the night. To Louisa's horror, he was in nothing but a T-shirt and boxers. He placed his arms behind his head and started at the black canopy of the four poster bed above them. "You know, the whole torture thing got a bit boring. I'm just gonna see what else I can come up with before anything else." Louisa glared at him, shifting as best she could and as far away from him as the restraints let her. Whether he noticed or not, she wasn't sure. "But I needed something else to occupy my time." He glanced at her, smirking. "Well, someone else."
He tried to climb on top of her, but she landed a strong kick to his stomach. He fell back, winded.
A few minutes passed before Luke sat back on his heels. He glared at her. "You bitch." He snarled. "You'll pay for that." He pounced, pinning her beneath him. Louisa squirmed, trying to throw him off, but the lack of free hands meant he wasn't budging. "I wouldn't fight me. It'll hurt less." He tangled his fingers in her hair, making her face him. She still tried to fight him off. "Do as I say or I'll destroy both camps."
"Ya don't even know where one of 'em is."
"I'll find it. There's some low life I can torture it out off." He tightened his grip in her hair. "Now do. As. I. Say." He growled.
"NO!"
"You don't really have a choice, Louisa." He tried to kiss her, but she managed to turn her head away without ripping her hair out. Luke snarled, one hand closing around her throat. "Do you want to be the leading cause as to why both camps were destroyed?"
"Why would I do that?" Louisa choked through gritted teeth.
"Give it a few more weeks under my, uh, care and your mind will snap. You won't recognise friends and family… well, if any of them are still alive," He chuckled evilly. "Those poor pathetic camps will never stand up against the full might of a Big Three child unleashed, especially of one that mixes the two types of demigods. Greek and Roman in one form- quite an advantage you've got there."
"I will never attack those camps." Louisa growled. "Ya even try 'n' you will regret everythin'."
"Yeah, OK. Now don't fight me." She fought him, but he was right. It only hurt more.
