Hazel's POV

Well I'm a pretty happy person who likes to look at the good in everything.

But. This. Sucks. This is the worst thing in the world. Even worse then almost rising a giant. Even worse then dying. Even worse then fighting day and night to stay alive.

But no, that's not what I'm doing. Right now, I'm being tortured by a titan who has a lust for revenge. And I can't even fight back. I'm stuck with no way of defending myself. All I feel is pain. All I hear is crying. All I smell is acid air of Tartarus.
/All I see is suffering. All I taste is metallic blood, not sure if it's mine or... someone else's. I don't know how long we've been down here. It's felt like years but it's probably only been two or three weeks. We've been changing places. I've
/been to every one of Atlas's torture devices. But only Annabeth and Percy have held the sky. I mean they've seen all of Atlas's torture devices too, we all have. But they are the only ones who hold the sky. I don't know why.

As of now, I'm hanging from the ceiling bound in chains that threaten to tear me apart. The chains tighten around my limbs and pull. The agonizing pain of having my hips and shoulders dislocated then popped back into place is excruciating. I'm past screaming.
/I have no voice anymore, it's broken, run raw. It's just agony and crying out the only water left in my body. I fear I'll shrivel up and die because of lack of water and the overdose of heat.

I can see my friends from way up here, all in pain. I close my eyes tight. I look away each and every time my eyes wander open. We're all beyond using our voice. But their agony is so plain to see it's like I can still here their torturous screaming.
/My heart breaks each time I hear one of my friends cry or scream or wail.

And. I. Can't. Do. A. Single. Thing. About. It.

Frank's POV

Pain. I don't feel the pain anymore, at least not the physical pain. I feel numb and dead. But I feel the pain of not knowing what's going on. I feel the pain of not knowing who's alive or dead. Or where they are. I feel the pain of not knowing. How Longarewe
all going to last? Could any of us survive this much longer? The physical pain clouds over everything, which makes the pain of not knowing stronger.

At this point, I've given up. I don't fight the Cyclops when he comes to move me, anymore. I don't scream at Atlas to let us go, anymore. I don't call out for Hazel, anymore. Of course I still care about her and care about getting out of here. I just
/have no hope that we will. We're going to be stuck down here forever. We're going to die down here knowing only pain. Can we even die down here? Or is this just what the rest of forever will look like.

I don't understand why the Gods would send us here. I don't know what I expected from them. But this is cruel, even for them. I thought we'ed be honored or something, given a prize. We did just save the world and defeat Gaea. But I know theGods
Thinkof no one but themselves, so I get how we're down here. I get that we posed a threat because we could do something not even they could do. But sending us down to Tartarus to be tortured by a revengeful titan is a new low. Lower then low.

I'm crammed in the electricity box. Every few seconds the box electrocutes me. I smell burning. I feel pain through every part of my body. It's hot, sticky, and sparky. I feel feverish or on fire. I'm grateful I left my burning wood stick locked safelyin
/the mortal word where nothing can happen to it. I fear that if I didn't I'd all ready be dead. I mean this electrocuting box would be able to light up my stick and I'd be gone in a matter of minutes. My body gives a wild jolt in these tight quartersevery
/time. I bang my body against the hard box, trying to break free but also to control the pain.

I can't feel my throat anymore. I can't feel my fingers or my toes. I don't know why and I don't know how.

I know I'm falling apart. Slowly I'm breaking and dissolving into the acid air surrounding me. I just prey that I can hold on a little bit longer.

We all have to hold on. I don't know what for. But I know we have to.

Leo's POV

I never knew heat could hurt this bad. As a kid I never got sunburned. I was never bothered by a roaring fire. I was even put into an actual fire when I was a child and I did not burn. I work in the forges and I don't burn. I barely get hot. Of course
/I sweat up a storm but I don't really feel the heat.

But here, suspend above a put a boiling hot lava, I feel like every atom in my body is coming apart because of the heat. I feel like I'll melt into a pool of sweat. Blisters have formed everywhere on my body. Then they've been popping. While they pop,more
/show up. I know exactly what blisters feel like when they pop. It doesn't hurt that much. I should know, working with tools my entire life. They hurt about as much as a splinter. But these blisters feel like thousands of needles stabbing me whenthey
/show up. But when they pop it feels like acid going through the muscles and nerves and blood and bone, disintegrating everything.

I never thought I could be burned. I never thought I could get this hot. I never thought I'd wish to see Khonie again. But I never thought I'd end up in Tartarus.

Calypso's POV

My friends are being tortured while nothing bad happens to me. My poor, poor Leo is being hurt. And there's nothing I can do about it. Chained to this rock I'm being forced to watch my friends, that only people who ever treated me like family, be hurt.

Guilt and shame. I should be there with them. But that would hurt. But I should be there. But the pain. Conflicting thoughts run through my head every second I fight to look away, every second I can't stand to see this.

I have to help them. I have to do something. But I don't know what to do. I wouldn't know how to do it. I don't know.

What can I do? How do it do it? Why is this happening?

Nico's POV

I feel completely useless. I can't even shadow travel out of here to get help. This is evenworse then the first time. I had just found peace and happiness and love in the mortal world with my friends, my family. But now I'm here. Being tortured

alongsidemy friends. At least I'm not alone. ... That's a horrible thought. I'd rather be alone then have my friends here with me. They're just being hurt. I'd rather they not. If I had the strength or the plan to escape and help them I would.
/If I could moveI would do something, anything to help my friends; who are my family.

I'm chained to the wall. A demon stands in front of me spitting poison at me. First it spits. The poison lands somewhere on my body, burring my skin. The pain is blinding. The smell of my burning flesh fills my nose. I try to vomit, but there's nothing
/leftin my stomach. As the poison sizzles and burns further I wait for the next shot. I can't scream anymore. I used to scream but then I think my vocal cords snapped.

If I could get out of here, taking my friends with me, I would love to slap a God or two. They deserve it. I would love to tear my pitiful excuse for a father to shreds. I probably could. I mean they banished us because we were getting too strong
/for them. I have no doubt that any of us could hurt the gods. But I don't think any of us could kill them. Well except Percy. I have every bit of confidence in him that he could kill Zeus if he tried. I would love himto.

But I'm here. In Tartarus. Again. With no where to go and nothing to stop the pain.

Thanks a lot dad. This is the best present ever.

Thalia's POV

Well this could not get worse. I'm chained to a rock while a whip that works itself throws itself at my back. I smell my own blood, I feel the slipperiness of it, I see the shiny redness to it, I hear the crack of the whip and my own flesh move, I taste
/my own blood as I try to endure the pain. I cry, tears fallingout of my eyes. I vomit, nothing coming out of my stomach. I scream, not a single sound escaping my lips.

I'm fading. I'm all ready broken now I'm fading. I think I'll be gone soon. And honestly I think i'm okay with that. I'd rather be gone then be here. I would never want to leave my friends but this is too much. The pain and suffering never ends.

I remember Atlas. I remember his wails as he was put under the sky again. I remember Artemis fighting him. I remember fighting Luke. I know why Atlas wants revenge but how could we have fallen right into his clutches. The monster deserves to be trappedunder
/the sky, forced to hold it, forced to keep the world alive. He's a monster who deserves to do something he hates, to do something for the good of mankind.

I hate him and I hate Tartarus. I hate this situation and who put us here. I hate it all.