I wanna apologize in advance for the suicidal thoughts in this chapter. I also want to warn you - this won't be the last of it.

The room was pure metal. Jennifer was slumped against the wall. Blood pooled out from beneath her. Her hands were tied with rope against a wall, not unlike when she had first been taken with her family.

Her eyes, steady on sea green, were downcast as she stared out the iron bars. In the corner of the room was a hay bale, covered with a thin white sheet. Why they even bothered, Jennifer didn't know.

She could hear screaming coming down the prison-like hallway. There must have been a few dozen cells, a dozen victims, but all Jennifer could think of how Lee was gone, how Sammy had been betrayed by Emily.

Gods, Emily. How could she betray her own sibling? Her cousins?

Jennifer took a breath, trying to push her arm against her chest. Stop the bleeding, Her mother would have told her.

There must have been several demigods and legacies that had occupied Jennifer's current cell. If the blood stains were anything to go by, at least.

Jennifer's eyes fluttered closed as the pain snapped through her body. She breathed in deeply as a door opened, somewhere out of sight, and someone started to cry and scream loudly, begging for mercy.

A thought wondered through her mind - had they given her a bite of ambrosia? It wouldn't be unlikely. Jennifer knew that several of their home camps had a healing center, just so the pain could continue.

Besides, she doubted she'd be living had they not. With a wound that close to her heart...

Jennifer had started to drift off when the door to her cell opened. A moment of panic crossed her as she opened her eyes. They're here. I can't run. I'm trapped.

It scared her more then she would like to admit.

The Cyclops grunted as he bent down to untie her. While Jennifer tried (unsuccessfully) to steady her breathing, the Cyclops picked her up roughly and tossed her over his shoulder.

The world turned black from the pain, her eyes closing shut. Blood dripped down the monster's back, painting it red.

When she opened them, minutes later, she realized how tired she was. The word was too bright... too loud... she needed to sleep. It called for her, beckoned for her to join the world of dreams once more.

Unable to refuse, Jennifer closed her eyes again. She sucked in a long breath, then let one out. Then the world faded to black, and she fell into into the land of Morpheus.

When she opens her eyes again she's surrounded by complete darkness. She can hear heavy breathing to her left and soft crying to her right, but Jennifer can't help but wonder which act she'll join in.

Will she have her heart race, her breathing turn fast, her adrenaline pump?

Or will she cry? Give up as if she hadn't spent the majority of her life in constant fear? Give up like the child she was?

Jennifer hated it. Hated the fact that she was a scared, trapped little girl. Hated the fact that they thought she was oh-so-important that she couldn't just die. Couldn't, wouldn't, be killed by Him.

Jennifer shifted her hands, trying to find the floor. Or was she laying on it? It was hard to tell, the cold so bone chilling that it turned her brain fuzzy.

Her legs rested against the stone floor, or maybe it was the wall. Her knees were exposed to the cold as well, but that didn't make sense, because when she had been captured she was wearing pants.

When Jennifer managed to bring her hands to her face, fingers gently crossing over a long, jagged cut that would surely leave a scar from her right cheekbone down to her collarbone.

Her fingers trailed farther up to where her eyes would be and was met with a rough fabric. It startled Jennifer - she couldn't feel the blindfold circling her head, blocking her sight.

Though, she couldn't feel much besides the burning pain in her chest, the sharp, scream worthy, pain that spread out from the poorly bandaged wound above her heart.

Just let it end, Jennifer wanted to scream. But she couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't, lest they were to take her into the only room she'd been in once.

It had been terrifying, but they hadn't killed her. It would only bring her more pain.

The crying to her right had started to fade, dulling to quiet whimpers.

Jennifer stifled a sob, her shackled hands falling (or just moving, she still couldn't tell if she was standing or laying on the floor) to rest against her chest. She lowered her head to curl up, bringing her knees up as best she could to her chest, next to her hands.

The cold froze her tears before they could get past her cheeks while she cried, trying to figure out if the only friends (no, family) were dead or traitors.

Silent sobs shook her body, the hate and the anger draining from her as she cried. Finally, slowly, she cried herself to sleep.

Hey! Happy Tuesday, and if you celebrate it, happy late Easter.

So, um, I hope you like the sort of depressing chapter. Again, I apologize for the suicidal thoughts, but I promise it will play a roll in the story.

Have a great day or night, see you next week!