Note: I feel I have to apologize for the HUGE time gap between chapters, but I've had AP Exams looming over me for something like the past month, so my creative juices and active motivation to write new chapters were kinda impaired. I also have to apologize for pulling the 'chapter 14' trick, and explaining stuff away in the notes that I find I can't satisfactorily write out.

Long story short, the prison break didn't quite go as planned, and the OC got captured(DUN,DUN,DUN!) Please, review and comment. I do not own Percy Jackson or any affiliated characters.

Who Am I?

Chapter 25

I was dropped onto a chair in the center of a room, naked. There was no bottom to the chair. Chains covered in mystic, binding script were wound around my body, holding me in place.

My escorts left, leaving me sitting with my junk literally hanging in the breeze in the open space of the chair, unable to move for the chains.

I heard footsteps.

A woman walked out of the darkness in front of me.

I recognized her.

"You." I said. I tried to sound loathing, but I was so worn out from all the torture, I didn't manage much.

"Well, I'm glad you remember me." She said, flicking a strand of blond hair behind her ear.

I looked down at her hands. She was holding a length of knotted rope.

"So what'd you do?" I asked.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Which guy did you sleep with that you weren't supposed to to get busted down to running Purgatory? Bit of a comedown, isn't it?"

"Why I'm here is none of your business."

" Yeah, the 'whys' of things were never a subject you were keen on getting into."

She smiled coldly. She walked around to my side, let some of the rope drop, and started swinging it slowly, back and forth.

She added a little extra motion after a few seconds, and the knot slapped up between my legs.

I couldn't suppress a groan of pain.

"You know, I've never understood these elaborate tortures all the others are so fond of, She said "It's the simplest things to cause more pain than any being could ever endure." She twirled the rope fast and whipped it up into me.

I had to scream that time.

"This one is especially effective with males. They're kind of attached to what's between their legs. This works really well when you've got something you need to find out. But you know nothing I want to know. This is just payback."

"Oh, that's rich. You, talking about payback." I spat.

She whipped the knot again, harder this time.

"Oh, and what makes that so?"

"If anyone in this room deserves payback, it's me."

"Really?"

"Stop acting like you've forgotten!" I yelled. "You lied to me! From day one, you lied! Then when I found that out, said I wanted out, wanted a different life, tried to get away, you beat me senseless, leave to the ministrations of your latest boy toy."

"You still sore about all that?"

"There's a fraction of me left that doesn't want to rip your heart out. Actually, no, let me rephrase that: there's a fraction of me that doesn't want to beat you to death. I don't think you have a heart for me to tear out."

"So what's that fraction of you think about me then?"

"It pities you. Cause you're so damn petty. And lost. And lonely."

She gave me a look that would kill something with lesser constitution.

"Let's see if I can't get that fraction to agree with the rest of you." She said menacingly.

She whipped the knot again, twice in a row, each harder than the last.

I screamed again, long and loud.

"Y'know, I didn't want to mention it, but I've got this itch, down there." I said. "D'you mind?"

She whipped me again.

"No. More to the right. The right."

She chuckled.

And whipped again.

"Yeah. Right there. Bullseye. Thanks."

"Same cocky, smart-ass little shit."

"What can I tell you? Some people just don't change"

"You know, it doesn't have to go like this." She said, her voice shifting subtly, becoming sultry, alluring. "There are…other things we could do."

"No thanks."

"Why?"

"You need to ask?"

"Well, I'm surprised you refused."

"Why?"

"I've been exuding that little aura from the second I entered the room. How do you think you're resisting it? How can you even sit there, and not go mad?"

"Well, aside from how incredibly weird and awkward success on your part would make things, I'd like to think it's because of my strength of character."

"Yeah, right. Let's take a look, shall we?"

She reached her hand out, and held it over my chest.

I felt her reaching into me with her mind, going through me. It felt like someone was pouring oil into me.

She started chuckling, sadly.

"That's one impressive nothing you got there."

"You're so full of crap."

"Oh, you can smirk, and sneer all you want. Lie to your friends, to your angel mentor, to yourself, but not to me! I know you! I helped make you what you are! I can see into you. I can feel your true self. Feel how broken you are. How defeated, how hopeless. Fighting a war against your own kind, doing things no more virtuous than you used to, with no end or victory in sight, but this all you have left in your life to do, so you just stick with it, just keep going through the motions of it. You've built a hole in yourself, and you've let that hole become you. And you can't fill that hole back up, can you? Nothing can, not even that mewling half-god quim your so besotted with, cause you've accepted that you don't have a chance of making it happen. I can't affect you with those charms of mine because there's nothing in you to affect. Because on the inside, you might as well be dead already."

Yeah, I kinda ripped off Supernatural with those last few bits, but I felt they made sense for the OC in terms of character, so sue me(not literally, of course)