I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I tried to warn you but you guys picked Option One!

Like I said before, most of what happens from now on its already written, so updates should be even faster than before. I just have to go through what I've got so far to make sure it fits the first part of the story.

Aquababy58: you raise a good point with the house alarm. I must admit I hadn't thought of that. Maybe we could pretend that one of the men was a tech guy? Someone with the ability to disable the alarm. Maybe that's what the third man was for.

WARNINGS: this chapter becomes explicit again, and it's filled with angst, I just hope I have done a good work writing it all down.

Looking forward to read your thoughts!

Steve looked at Annabeth with desperation in his eyes. He was pretty sure that he had been injected with a drug that produced involuntary arousal because he was starting to feel its effects. His breathing was getting more agitated by the second and he could feel himself getting harder under his pajama pants; a fine sheet of sweat settling on his skin. For the love of God this couldn't be happening.

- You're sick! – he yelled at the man still holding Annabeth by the arm but all he got for an answer was laughter.

- Trust me, you're going to enjoy this. I speak from experience when I say that sweet little Annabeth here is a keeper – finally, Annabeth's brain caught up with the conversation and she glanced at Steve. Seeing the effect the drug was having on him sent her heart beating like crazy. Surely this man wasn't going to make them be together, was he? Her breathing became a little erratical too and she tried to get away from the man holding her arm taking a few steps back – just where do you think you're going? – he pushed her forward to stand in front of Steve and put his arms around her, making circles with his hands on her stomach. She started feeling nauseated.

- You can't do this – she said.

- You have no idea how much I really want to do this. And if you don't do it, I'm gonna make sure that the last minutes of his life are filled with pain and despair.

Steve hated the fact that he was being used against her like this and he seriously couldn't think of a way to get out of this situation. After placing a kiss on her neck, the man started to take off her pajama shorts and panty, sliding both down as slowly as he could. He enjoyed making his victims suffer. This wasn't the first time he made two people be with each other involuntarily and it always turned him on to no end. Then the man came closer to Steve to remove his pants but found himself avoiding his kicks. One hard slap against Annabeth's cheek and a punch to his gut later, he stopped moving, allowing him to get his pants off and slide them all the way down to his ankles before removing them completely.

Annabeth locked her eyes on Steve's manhood and shivered. It was big and it looked as hard as a rock. The drug sure as hell did it's work. When the man pushed her into his lap, Annabeth let out a sob she couldn't hold anymore. She wanted to die right now. Steve, too, wanted to drop dead at that moment. He couldn't help the reaction his body was having to whatever drug they had given him and now Annabeth was gonna pay the price.

- I'm sorry – he whispered into her ear – I'm so, so sorry – the man behind Annabeth freed her hands for a moment to guide them forward and around Steve, making her embrace him, and then put the handcuffs on again behind the chair. She had no way of getting up. He undid Steve's restrains as well, only to have his arms surround Annabeth and his wrists locked together again.

- Alright then – the man announced – you can begin.

Neither of them moved. She was sitting in his lap and his manhood was between their bellies. They were both breathing hard. Annabeth due to the fear, and Steve, due to the drug. When a full minute passed and still no one had made a move, her attacker grabbed her hair and yanked her head up making her groan in pain.

- Hey! – Steve protested, only to have the barrel of a gun pushed firmly into his mouth.

- Either you do it now, or you watch how I blow his skull out– he whispered dangerously into her ear. That's when the tears started to roll down her cheeks. There was just no way to avoid this. Steve saw the tears come and his heart broke. Annabeth just nodded and stood up as much as the position let her to guide herself towards Steve's cock. She looked at him in the eyes as if asking for permission or forgiveness.

- It's okay – Steve said. If this was gonna happen, he was going to make sure she didn't get hurt in the process. With that, Annabeth started lowering herself into his lap once more. This time, though, he went inside her.

Steve had grabbed her by the waist to help her the best way he could with his own wrists handcuffed, and she slowly sat down again until he was completely inside her. Steve's breathing had become a bit irregular and he was having trouble keeping still, the drug making him want to feel the friction of movement again but he wasn't going to move until she did.

Annabeth bit her lip when she felt him entering her inch by inch. It definitely hadn't been as painful as when her attacker had done it, but it still burned a bit because there was no natural lubrication at all. This wasn't a situation that aroused her at all. Quite the contrary and she also knew that whatever Steve was feeling right now was a direct effect of the drug he had been given. That didn't mean though that this wasn't the most embarrassing situation she had ever been on. So the only thing she did was hide her face inside the crook of his neck trying to control her breathing.

- Are you okay? – Steve asked her, knowing that she must have felt pain. She nodded in his neck but otherwise kept still.

- Move – the man ordered, but she didn't. She couldn't bring herself to do it. The man gave Steve a look and pointed with his gun at her head, making it clear that if she didn't move, he was gonna have to, or she would get shot. Steve sent a look full of hatred his way before turning to Annabeth and gently whispering.

- Anna… I have to do this or he's gonna shoot you – he grabbed Annabeth's waist again and pulled her up a bit before setting her down again. The movement made the both of them gasp. Annabeth did it out of pain. He, God forbid, did it out of pleasure – I'm sorry – he almost sobbed. He would never forgive himself for enjoying this, even if it wasn't his fault.

He just wanted to drop dead right now. They both did.

Do you officially hate me now? I would understand! I hate myself for doing this to them but once I had the idea a few weeks back I just couldn't stop thinking about it until I sat down and wrote it.

I wasn't even planning on posting it but then I thought: that's what fanfiction's for right? I needed a way to let my imagination go and I thought maybe somebody out there will like to read this.

That being said, I can assure you that absolutely nothing romantic will ever arise between Steve and Annabeth. They are simply victims of a deranged man and whatever their bodies do have nothing to do with what they actually feel for each other. It's just I've wondered how would two people react after something like this happens and how could that affect their relationship afterwards. I just thought it was an interesting subject to venture on.

Again, you have no idea how nervous reading your thoughts make me so I'll be here probably eating chocolate or something non-stop until I read some reviews!

Until next chapter!