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Of Wine And War	By : KiriNoTenshi Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 28996 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Ok well finals aren't done yet but I can't control my muse. So when inspiration hits I crank out the chapters. Anyway this chapter is a bit more violent then I had originally intended but I tried to reveal a little bit of what's going on in Dionysus's head while still telling the story from Percy's POV. Anyway enjoy.
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I struggled for breath as Dionysus dragged me behind him. The grape vine still wrapped around my neck while the other end was firmly grasped in his hand as he stormed off the beach. We were heading back toward camp where I knew everyone would be gathered for dinner.

“Mr.D…Please,” I gasped out. “No… Let me… go”

Dionysus shot me a glare over his shoulder and then promptly turned away again. I first I thought maybe he was acknowledging my pleas, that is until I felt a sharp pain, like needles, stab into my neck. The sadistic bastard had made the vine sprout thorns!

We were on the edge of camp and soon everyone would see me like this. I dug my feet into the dirt and pulled back on the vine. This turned out to be a huge mistake. The thorns pressed deeper into my skin causing small rivets of blood to trickle down my neck. At the same time I was tugged forward and crashed face first into the forest floor. Through it all Dionysus’s gait hadn’t been interrupted in the slightest.

He didn’t even slow down to let me get back on my feet, perfectly content with dragging my body on the ground behind him. I scrambled on the ground, reaching out for anything to grab on to. I saw a root within reach but as soon as my fingers brushed over the exposed bark it transformed into a dryad and quick ran farther into the woods.

At the edge of the forest Dionysus stopped and turned to look at me. With a hard yank he had me back on my feet. My shirt was dirty with small tares in it and my arms were covered in small cuts and scrapes that were smeared gold with the Ichor that was welling up from beneath my skin. He brought his free hand up to grasp the vine in a spot that was close to my neck so I couldn’t back away from him. His grip was so tight his knuckles were turning white but that didn’t seem to bother him.

“If you say one word as we pass through camp I will tether you to a post just beyond the border of camp, and summon every monster in the tri-state area. I will watch as they rip you to shreds and I will keep you conscious for every agonizing second. If you utter even the start of a syllable, you will spend an entire week getting maimed in every conceivable manner. And believe me,” he paused as the fire in his eyes got more intense. “I would like nothing more than to see your insides on the outside.”

Before I could answer him we were moving again. I kept my head down trying not to make eye contact with the campers that we passed on our way to the big house. I could hear their gasps of surprise; a few even seemed to start towards us as if to help but one look at Dionysus and they quickly redirected themselves.

“Percy!” Annabeth’s alarmed voice called from behind me. I turned to look back at her with a pleading look on my face. If anyone could think of a way to get me out of this it would be her. As soon as our eyes meet I felt a strong tug on my makeshift leash that caused me to look straight ahead again.

We approached the big house just as Chiron trotted up to us. His face etched in concern while his tail swished nervously.

“Mr.D,” he said carefully. “Don’t you think you might be taking this a bit far?”

“Chiron,” Dionysus said dangerously. “Do you presume to tell me how to treat what, by all rights, is mine?”

“Of course not,” Chiron said hurriedly as he took a few steps back from us. “It’s just that he hasn’t even been bound to you for a full 24 hours. Perhaps you might consider giving him time to adjust to his new status.”

“It is my right to treat him how ever I see fit. And right now, I think he deserves to be led around like the dog he is.” And with that Dionysus made his way up the porch steps and into the house with me following close behind him.

He led me through the first floor back towards the kitchen. As we came to the back wall he snapped his fingers and a door began to appear in a blank section of the wall between a gap in the cabinets. He pushed open the newly visible door and threw me into the room.

I landed on the hard stone tiles that covered the floor. I lifted my head to get an idea of where I was. The room looked like a wine cellar with wooden columns covered in grape vines. On one side of the room was a large plasma TV that was placed above a very full wine rack. The furniture that was placed in front of it looked like the type of designs you might find in India. The wall on the other side of the room was lined with arcade games ranging from Dig Dug to a Silent Hill game*.

I looked at the back of the room and saw a king sized canopy bed that was covered by a purple comforter. The bed was on top of a large round rug that had orange and black tiger stripes. I couldn’t help but think that it looked a lot more comfortable then the bunks in the cabins.

My attention was brought back to Dionysus when I heard the door slam shut. I looked back just in time to watch it disappear back into the wall. I was trapped in Dionysus’s room and by the still very angry look on his face, I was in trouble. I scrambled to my feet and started to back away from him. He watched me for a few moments, that purple fire in his eyes getting angrier with every second. He lifted his left hand and with a flick of his wrist, sent me flying across the room.

My back collided with the wall above the bed, knocking the wind out of me, before gravity made me collapse, face first, onto the purple comforter. I gasped for air as I pulled myself up to my hands and knees. I lifted my head up looked to were Dionysus was but when I looked he wasn’t there. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, but before I could turn towards it I felt a hand grab the color of my shirt and throw me onto my back. Vines shot over the sides of the bed and started tearing my clothes to shreds. As soon as every scrap of cloth was gone the vines wrapped around me and flipped me onto my hands and knees. I tried to kick and struggle but the vines were beyond persistent. When I was in position vines wrapped around my neck, arms, and waist making sure I couldn’t move. More vines wrapped around my calves and pulling my legs apart. I felt movement behind me on the bed. I turned to see what Dionysus was doing behind me only to find that he was completely naked.

“I am your master,” Dionysus hissed as his hand griped my hips hard enough to bruise. “You will learn that your place will forever be beneath me.” As he spoke the last word he thrust into me, hard.

I cried out, tears immediately forming in my eyes. I felt my unprepared hole stretch and tear as he pounded into me. His thrusts were rough, never pausing to give me time to adjust. Tears began to steam down my face as I continued to scream, this was so much worse than last time. At least last time my senses had been dulled by alcohol and, as much as I hate to admit it, I had felt pleasure eventually.

“Cry out all you like, hero,” hate dripping from every word. “No one’s coming to save scum like you.”

“Mr.D… Please,” I gasped out through the pain. “Stop… please… Diony—Aah” My pleads turned into a scream as he thrust into me even harder. I felt liquid seep down my leg that I could only assume was blood. I had to think of some way to get him to come back to his senses or this was just going to get worse. I only knew one thing that he really cared about that might distract him long enough to bring him back to reality.

“Think of Ariadne!” I cried out. All the air in my lungs devoted to voicing what I knew was a last ditch effort. I felt him stop his movements as his hand pulled back on my hair roughly, forcing my head up. The vines wrapped around my neck tightened so much that they cut off my air.

“You have no right to speak her name!” Dionysus boomed. “Not after the way you treated her Theseus!”

“But I’m not Theseus,” I whispered weakly, with what little air I had left. My throat was so sore from screaming. “I’m Percy.”

I felt what I can only describe as a shift in the atmosphere. The pressure on my scalp lessened as the grip on my hair was released. The vines holding me up fell away and without the support my arms gave out, pitching me forward into the bed. Sobs racked my body as I turned my head to look at him. His face was pale and his eyes were wide in shook. His mouth hung open as he stared blankly down at me, as if trying to figure out how he’d gotten there. If I wasn’t in so much pain I would have laughed at just how vulnerably human a god could look.

After a few seconds Dionysus began to lower my hips slowly till they were laying flat on the bed. After that he began to slowly pull out of me. He had one hand on my lower back trying to hold me still as my body jerked with each sob. Once he was completely out he gently turned me over so that I was on my back.

His eyes were softer then I’d ever seen them. If I didn’t know better, I might be tempted to say that he looked almost sorry. I watched as his eyes worked their way up my body stopping at every scratch, bruise, and puncture wound that he was responsible for. He spent a few extra seconds studying the angry bruise on my ribs that Eris had caused, as if he was trying to put together how it had gotten there. A look of realization crossed his face as his eyes snapped up to meet mine.

“Percy,” He said softly as he reached out his hand toward me. I flinched, I hadn’t meant to but I couldn't stand the idea of him touching me. Not after what he’d just done. When he saw this his movement stopped and he sighed. “We’ll need to talk about this in the morning.”

Before I could regain enough control over my sobs to tell him to get bent his hand closed over the vine tattoo on my leg. Almost instantly darkness consumed me.
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*There is actually a Silent Hill arcade game(http://www.unsoughtinput.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/silent-hill-arcade.jpg)

Ok well I know that that was a bit shorter then some of the previous chapters but was chalk full of Percy getting banged up and humiliated (is that a plus?). Next chapter will be answering some of the questions that are still unresolved so that will probably be a bit longer. Loving the comments guys. I get excited every time I see there's a new one. ^_^
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