A/N: Sorry it took me a few days to update but it was new-years and I had to go up north to a place my family in a way owns, but to all those who favorited, followed, and reviewed my story, it was you humans (hopefully your humans) that got me off my gaming ass to start writing. I will increasingly make chapters longer, and hopefully better. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordon, if I was this would be published and I would be sitting in a hot tub right now. On a side note, I'm in a really hot room right now, I mean uncomfortably hot.

Third POV (Focussed on Percy, aka The Scarred Man)

Percy woke up from the dream with a jolt, looking as if he had bean shocked awake by lightning. Then, harsh scraping noises that somewhat resembled coughing came out of him. He no longer had the energy or water inside of him for tears, so this is what came out when he cried.

"Time to get out of your crate runt!" Shouted Hyperion.

Percy was about to retort with some witty reply, when he realized he would only make matters worse on himself, make the pain, the torturing worse. He unwillingly crawled out of his cell, only to have his head kicked by his torturer's hard leather boot. Blood poored into Percy's mouth, and anger clouded his judgement. He spat the blood onto Hyperion's boot, not thinking about the consequences. Hyperion just chuckled, "When will you learn." He pulled Percy to his feet, "That" *Slap* "I" *Uppercut* "Am in charge here" He said calmly while pulling out a knife and stabbing Percy's shoulder. Percy howled in pain while blood gushed out of his shoulder like a water flows from a fountain. But, he didn't fight back but only accepted the pain, the torture, that he was forced to endure day after day until he finally dropped. For he knew that fighting back would only make it worse.

Flashback

Hyperion stuck knives in Percy to where he looked like a porcupine, and percy could feel each one. None were on fatal points, though Percy wishes they were. "Ha, Percy Jackson, savior of Olympus, destroyer of titans, and now my PLAYTHING!" Hyperion taunted, saying the last word with enthusiasm. "Oh and by the way, since daddy disowned you, your powers over water are now gone, any earth-shaker abilities, that you probably didn't have because were too weak, are gone too!"

Percy was seething with rage, using every little bit of his willpower not to lash out at Hyperion as he knew it would only end up with extra pain for him.

Hyperion was grinning like some sort of sadistic monster when he dumped Percy in the River Styx. He counted to 180 (3 minutes) before pulling him out. Percy was gasping for breath and bleeding everywhere. Hyperion then plucked all of the knives out of Percy, or so he thought. Percy had tucked one knife into his pants somehow while being in agonizing pain of the Styx. The knife was secured by his pant's waistband, touching only his pants and his undergarments. After plucking the knives out of Percy's body, Hyperion through Percy into the River Phlegethon, as it was the most painful way to heal him. Like Hyperion expected, Percy came out gasping for the poisonous air of Tartarus. But, he did not expect to be stabbed in the chest by what seemed to be a dead Percy. Percy then limped away, hoping to be limping in the direction of the doors of death, after running for what seemed to be an hour, percy sprawled out on the hot painful ground of Tartarus, gasping for air and battling consciousness because he was so exhausted. "HA HA HA!" Hyperion bellowed. "You didn't expect me to just leave you did you? Besides, I'm not kill-able down here!"

With a swift kick to Percy's left temple, Hyperion dragged an unconscious Percy back to there 'Camp' or torture zone for Percy. Hyperion then chained Percy with deep black stygian iron chains that seemed to suck in the light around them to a tall stygian iron pole. When Percy woke up, Hyperion decided to have a little fun agitating the 'Hero of Olympus' before the unholy punishment he was to deal out.

"You know, your girlfriend always hated you, and your dad thought of you as a disgrace to the House of Poseidon."

If you looked beyond Percy's ever so strong layer of defiance in his eyes, you could see betrayal, pain, sadness, but most of all hatred.

"Oh and your best friend, that death-spawn, he can't wait 'till you die so that he'll have you under his control."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH AND JUST GET ON WITH IT!" Percy roared

"Okay, if that's what you want" Hyperion said with an evil looking smirk.

CRRACK!

Hyperion whipped Percy with a flexible celestial bronze whip, on his back afterwards there were long scars. He then dumped Percy in the Acheron River and left him there wallowing in pain for the next hour.

After that escape attempt, Percy decided escape was impossible.

A/N: I went through this chapter and edited it after realizing how many mistakes I made. Just for a little help understanding this story, the river Styx is the river of hatred and it is painful to bath in. The river Phlegethon is a river made out of fire and is used to heal the tortured soles in the fields of punishment in the underworld, though it flows deep into the heart of Tartarus. The river Acheron is the river of pain, 'nuff said. Anyways, review and tell me how you like it, what needs improvement, suggestions, shtuff like that. And I'd appreciate if you could take the time to favorite+follow my story too, thanks. :)