It pained Selene to go back to that wretched hole in the wall. The cells of the dungeons were cold which surprised her since Troy was scorching hot most of the time. As Adonis locked the door, Selene began to sob. He began to cry too. Through the bars of the door, he put his hand on her face. She leaned her face into his hand. "Once this is all over," Adonis began, "I promise never to leave your side. Forever." And with that he walked away. Selene fell onto the floor, on her knees, and cried loudly.
As Adonis turned the corner, he heard Selene cry out. He felt as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest. So much he had to sacrifice and for his father. This was outrageous. Tonight he would come back down and bring something for Selene to eat. If Paris didn't get to her first. Thinking of Paris made Adonis think of Helen. Adonis raced up the steps and towards their room.
Adonis knocked loudly on the door. He heard light feet approaching it. He knew it was Helen. "Yes?" she asked as she opened the door. But her face became stern when she looked into his eyes. "Adonis," she said quietly. "What did Paris tell you?" Adonis asked furiously, pushing his way through the door. Helen didn't react frightened. She closed the door and looked at Adonis, her eyes slit. "He told me everything!" she yelled at him. "I don't want you anywhere near Selene!" "Oh, why don't you just call her your sister!" Adonis yelled back at her. "It would save some breath for your screaming at night!" Helen stared at Adonis. "Where is Paris?" Adonis asked looking away. "He's out in the courtyard practicing his archery," Helen replied not bothering to get his attention. Good. He didn't want to see her face. "I will see you at dinner," Adonis said and walked out the door.
Night fell upon Troy quickly. There came rushing feet and concerned murmuring down the prison hall. Selene had awoken from her nap to find soldiers running past her. They were all a blur as she tried to recover from the nap. She rubbed her eyes and stood up. Reaching the bars, she grabbed the next soldier's arm. The soldier stopped and looked at her hand and then at her. He didn't look any older than ninteen maybe even seventeen. He had fair skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. His eyes were full of panic. "What has happened?" Selene asked. It was a few moments before the young man spoke. "Hector has killed Achilles' cousin." Selene's grip loosened. "Petroclus." The soldier looked at her and walked away. Selene was taken aback. But how? Achilles didn't allow Petroclus to fight with him. But they looked uncannily alike. Petroclus must have worn Achilles armor and fought Hector one-on-one. It didn't matter how it happened. It just did.
Once again, silence crept over the dungeons and the night birds began to sing. But it was soon drowned out by the laughter and singing of nobles above her. She covered her ears thinking of how Adonis was up there. She missed him dearly. A tear began to roll down her cheek. "Why are you crying?" said a voice. Selene looked up in shock. But then her brows furrowed. It was Paris. And the way he smiled, Selene knew something was wrong. Or going to happen. "Why should you even care?" Selene asked, looking away from him. "Look at me," Paris said sternly. "I'd rather be thrown off the highest point in the palace then set on fire before I even take a quick glance at you." But she hadn't realized that in the time she was replying, the guards had opened the door. She knew when Paris suddenly grabbed her by the neck and lifted her head towards him. "Now you're looking," he said through clenched teeth.
Selene spit in his face. "Let me go," she said. His grip tightened. She gaged quietly. "They say your strength and fighting skills match that of Achilles," Paris said with amusement, wiping away the spit. "Whom you speak of was correct," Selene tried to say. "Then why don't you use them to stop me?" His grip tightened even more and he pinned her against the wall. "Because I don't want to be accused of killing a prince." She clawed at his hand. "If that is what they call you." Paris took one look at her and threw her to the guards. "Take her to the room." As the guards seized her by the arms and legs, Selene's heart dropped to her stomach.
Adonis walked down to the dungeons in the middle of dinner. The only thing he could sneak down was fruit. He smiled to himself. She would certainly hate fruit when she went back to Greece. He stopped. Adonis didn't want Selene to go back to Greece. He wanted her to be with him, his princess. But that was unheard of. Well, in Adonis' situation. Continuing again, he thought of what he should do. He did want to be with Selene forever. But he was a prince of Troy and she was a Greek warrior. It troubled him. He nodded to the guard who looked at him. His look was odd but Adonis dismissed it. He was now approaching Selene's cell. He smiled as he came into view. The fruit bowl went down to the floor with a crash.
Her back was bare, blood dripping down slowly. "Again," said Paris. Selene waited then felt a sharp pain and her skin rip open. She grunted and clenched her teeth. She could do nothing for her hands were chained at the wrists and her arms hung. Warm blood dripped from it. A tear fell down her cheek. "Are you crying?" asked Paris mockingly. Selene gasped for breath before speaking. The guard had whipped her again. "I will not give you the satisfaction," she defiantly. A picture of Paris fuming filled her mind. And she was right. "Do it until she passes out." The guard's pace went faster. Every second, the whip came down and struck her back, opening a new wound. "Where's your beloved Adonis?" Paris asked. Selene didn't respond. For she didn't know and her energy was weak."What was that you said?" Selene grunted. "Where is he?!" "I DON'T KNOW!" Selene shouted and then everything went black.
Adonis ran down the small corridors. He had forced the information out of the guard. Selene wasn't in her cell. But the guard has said, after Adonis had beaten the sense out of him, that Paris came with bulky guards and took her away. He said that Paris told him he was going to teach her a lesson. Even saying it over in his head, Adonis became nauseous. He passed tiny wooden doors, knowing which one was where they punished prisoners. The door was coming up on his left. He skidded to a stop and listened through the door, quietly. There were voices. Men. And they sounded lustful. "She's beautiful when she's tamed," said a voice. It must've been a guard. "Why does she look so fair?" asked another. "She and Helen are sisters," said a voice. It was Paris. Adonis, filled with rage, burst through the door. His eyes immediately trailed to the floor to find Selene, unconscious. "Get away from her!" Adonis yelled. He took a step foward but Paris held him back. "Calm down, little brother," he said mockingly. "She's alright. She's just sleeping." He glared at Adonis. "What in the name of Hades did you do?!" Adonis yelled. "Watch your mouth," Paris said. "I did nothing serious. I just taught her a lesson." "How would you feel if I taught Helen a lesson?" Paris' eyes were dark slits. "Leave Helen out of this." "Well, they are sisters are they not?" Paris did not say anything. "Helen is not a whore," Paris said. "Well, not according to everyone else in the palace." Adonis was then pushed against the wall by Paris. He was fuming with anger. "What are you going to do?" Adonis asked, still defiant. "You don't want to be accused of killing your own brother, now do you? That wouldn't be nice. You wouldn't be able to take the throne." "Why is the throne your concern?" Paris asked, banging Adonis against the wall. "You're not going to inherit it anyway." Adonis smirked. "You think that bothers me? I could leave Troy and live with Selene in Greece. No one would care." Paris glared at him. But he finally let him go. "Give up your heritage for a whore," he said with mock satisfaction. He nodded to the guards and they headed out of the room. He glared at Adonis one last time before walking out, closing the door.
Once Paris' footsteps were far away, Adonis walked over to Selene. He put his hand under her nose. He sighed with relief. She was still alive. Lifting her head, he began to cry. "I'm so sorry," he said. "Please forgive me." He felt her stir but she did not awake. Adonis felt warm liquid cover his hand. Lifting her slowly, he looked at her back. he felt as if he were going to be sick. It was red with blood and some spots were orange from it being dried. "I promised no harm would come to you and I failed," Adonis said aloud. He held Selene close to him and cried. "You'll stay in my room until this all settles."