The following chapter contains graphic descriptions of rape and sexual assault. This chapter is purely fiction, and I strongly urge you to not read this chapter if that in any way offends you.

Paris was an easy place for someone to get lost in. It was even easier when that person didn't want to be found. It was even harder when that person didn't happen to be in Paris.

This person was Piper McLean.

Piper was broken. Within the last month, she had had her heart broken by two different cheating guys.

No, she mentally corrected, Percy was never your boyfriend.

He could've been. There were so many could've beens, but everything was different now. Nothing would ever be the same. Now, she was living on her own, getting by by herself.

After she had found Percy kissing Drew, she had packed up her bags and left Paris. Not knowing what the future would hold, she bought a bus ticket and found herself in Lille, a city she had known very little about before.

The northern city, which wasn't far from Belgium, had taken her away from Percy.

At first, Piper thought that this would be a good thing. She was freed from men, now it was her time to find out who she really was. Then, the truth hit her.

She missed Percy. She missed the way she caught him looking at her when he thought she wasn't looking. She missed the way his hair got all puffed up after getting out of the shower. She missed the way he could always make her laugh, or how he was always looking forward.

Now, all of that was gone. She was alone. Alone, and poor.

That was where the more alternative ways of money came in.

In her defense, it was what she had to do. When you were broke in a foreign country, you have to learn to grab opportunities at every corner. It wasn't something she liked, but it was what she had to do.

And thus, Piper McLean, present day, Lille, some sketchy back alley.

The first thing she had noticed about the man was that he was clearly drunk. He could barely stand up right, and was using one of his hands to balance against the wall. The second was that he smelled terrible. She rolled her eyes as the man pushed her onto the ground, a wad of cash in his hand.

She unzipped his dirty jeans and fished his cock out from underneath. She wanted to plug her nose, but instead just suck it up and did her job.

She started with a hand job, shooting innocent puppy eyes up at him as she rolled the palm of her hand up and down his length.

Next, she slipped the head into her mouth. Being a daughter of Aphrodite, it usually didn't take much for a mortal to cum and give her their money. She moved her mouth down past the head, tasting the putrid taste of his meat.

The man then began to get greedy. His drunken hand pressed against her head and pushed it down his length. She let out a gag, taken back by the surprise. She immediately pulled out of his mouth, wiping the saliva off the chin.

"What the hell? You don't decide what I do!" She knew that the man wouldn't be able to understand what she was saying, but she was too angry to translate.

The man, on the other hand, was not finished with his work. His hands began to grope her body, feeling at her clothes.

"Stop it! Get your hands off of me!"

He ignored her foreign tongue and continued groping her, moving his hands down her stomach and in between her legs.

"Get the fuck off of me!" She yelled, pushing him away. Usually, she could expect a few men groping on the job, it was something she had to deal with almost every night. But this man wanted her, this man was going to do things to her that she couldn't bare.

He pulled her shirt off of her before she could react, moving his hands to her slutty bra, the one that got her quite a few more tips.

Piper pushed his hands away, but they soon came back. This time, however, they were going south. His fingers began to pull her skimpy skirt down, but Piper immediately intervened. She pushed his body back and kicked him in the stomach. At first, this seemed like a smart idea, but she followed it up by stalling instead of getting the hell out of there.

The drunken idiot groaned to himself, holding his hand to his stomach. "Toi- toi imbécile…"

'You idiot,' Her mind immediately made the translation, something that had only become easier the longer she stayed in France. "You know the rules, you keep your hands off-"

The man made his next move. He turned and pounced on her, pounding her against the wall of the alleyway. She let out a scream, but the drunk immediately clamped her mouth shut with his hand.

She let out muffled yells, kicking her legs in an attempt to get free.

Now that he had her pinned down, he got to work. The drunk grabbed her skirt and pulled it down, taking with it her lacy panties. "Oui… très agréable," He ran his dirty fingers along her lower lips, causing her to close her legs quickly.

"Mauvaise fille!" He yelled out, forcefully pushing Piper's legs open again.

She bit his hand, terrified now about what he would do to her.

He slapped her in the face, giving her a fair warning not to hurt him again.

The drunk then grabbed his length and positioned it between her defenseless lips. With a groan, he slid it into her warm core.

Not caring what the girl thought, he immediately began to speed up his pace.

Piper let out a series of muffled screams as the man forced himself into her, burying his member inside of her.

Within only a short time, he felt his lower regions heating up. He wrapped his second hand around his neck and, with every thrust into her, pounding her skull into the wall.

Piper felt tears rolling down her cheeks as the man brutally attacked her, knowing she was completely defenseless against him.

A few minutes later, Piper felt him come inside of her. And with that, he pulled out of her, leaving her insides filled with his disgusting seed. He let his hands go of her and began to walk off, slipping his cock back into his pants.

Piper, with all the strength she still had, stood up from her spot. She grabbed the lid of a nearby trash can and came up behind the drunk, brutally striking him in the head. This time, she didn't stall to leave. She pulled her skirt back up, wiped the blood off of the back of her head, and bolted out of the alleyway.

• • •

3 days had passed since Percy had driven the blade into Drew. He hadn't slept at all, he barely ate, and he was constantly in fear. Aphrodite had given him instructions to leave with a taxi and had promised that she would meet with him again at his destination.

The taxicab had taken him north and eventually led him to a small, rundown hotel. Here, he met back up with the goddess of love.

She explained where they were, a city named Lille not far from the border of Belgium, and how this is where Piper had left to.

This only made Percy feel worse. One kiss, one stupid, stupid kiss, had led Piper to travel across half the country to an even more unfamiliar place. Just to get away from him. She told him that, when nightfall came, they would retrieve her.

Not knowing why they didn't just get her then, Percy asked on. Aphrodite simply answered, "It's destiny, hon."

Percy rolled his eyes and urgently waited to finally be with her again, to finally see Piper.

• • •

Piper knew the walk back to her hotel would be terrible. Her head was still bleeding, and her entire insides felt terrible. Mascara lines ran down her face, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks every few seconds.

She made her way into a large plaza, which had become eerily silent at this hour. The daughter of Aphrodite crossed the street, now only a couple blocks away from her hotel.

That was when she saw them.

There, on the other side of the alley, two figures emerged from the shadows.

The first one was undoubtedly her mother, she could tell that at first glance. And the second one. No, it couldn't be. Percy.

She locked eyes with him, he locked eyes with her. Her heart leaped and she was running. He was running too, and they were so close now. And everything might just be alright now.

"Piper! Oh my gods Piper!" He took her in his arms, holding her closely.

"Perc-I missed-" Every time she tried to speak, the words got caught in his throat.

"Wh-what happened to you?" He asked, never wanting to let her go.

"I-" she paused "-I'm okay."

He nodded. Eventually, he knew she would tell her what had happened that night. But

whatever it was, it had brought her here. So maybe Aphrodite was right, maybe it was destiny.

"Piper-"

"Yeah?" She asked, burying her head in his shoulder.

"I love you."

And for one moment, for that one perfect moment, there was destiny.