Chapter 617: This Is Your Only Choice
Laz let go of her hair, allowing Persephone to fall face first into the bed before getting up to stretch his legs. He also took this time to wipe himself off before walking to the window, looking out over the massive expanse of rock caverns converted into cells and various types of devices spread within. Currently, there were groups of people walking around, apparently to deliver food and water to the prisoners. While a real hell wouldn’t have needed such things as people would have already of been dead, this one seemed to require such things to keep the people alive. Laz couldn’t help but wonder if the ones captured wouldn’t just choose to not eat or drink and in effect, kill themselves instead of going through this endless cycle of torture that seemed to be prevalent. Looking closer, it was like every block of cells surrounded a middle open area where those trapped behind bars could bare witness to the ones who were being tortured. It seemed like even if those moments, they wished to humiliate the damned.
If there was one thing that allowed Laz to keep his cool, it was that despite his gaze being able to see many women and men, there seemed to be no children included in the ranks of the condemned. Whether that was coincidence or by design, Laz was slightly gratified to see that there was at least some lines that they wouldn’t cross.
"It will be quiet in there for a while, at least until my husband returns. He’s the only one he allows to torture the prisoners, even though it’s often through orders to his minions. In the end, he just craves total control of everything," Persephone said, standing at Laz’s side while grabbing hold of his arm to support herself.
"Those who want control are often the ones lacking it the most," Laz said with a sigh. He didn’t know what those people had done to end up here, but no one should have to live like an animal.
"This was the only sight I had ever since I got locked down here. In my darkest moments, I could only watch the people as they died, inside and on the torture racks, day after day. I used to make up stories about some of them, imagine them being friends or aunts and uncles in the outside world. But I couldn’t do that for long either since everyone would find themselves in the rack at some point or another. So watching these imaginary friends have to die one after another, screaming in pain for death.... that killed whatever good thoughts I could have about them. I buried all my emotions a long time ago and even then, they slowly withered and died. I can’t feel... anything. Even now... even being free... I feel nothing but grey... endless grey....." Persephone said, her eyes looking at something painfully close but far away.
"I understand my god path, enough to began walking it. But If I can’t break free from this endless dull world... I will never go further down the path," Persephone added, then reached her hand up to Laz’s chin, turning his head towards herself.
"You’ve shown me pleasure and in that instance, my world was filled with color. But I need more... I need more feelings!" Persephone begged before drawing Laz back to the bed.
For the next several hours, Laz and Persephone engaged in what could only be described as hate sex. While Laz’s natured was somewhat restrained, Persephone’s wasn’t. When she needed more, she didn’t bother saying anything, she would just slap him or bite him or even punch him, as though signaling she needed more stimulation. Since her intent wasn’t to insult or degrade Laz, he didn’t take offense to it, but he did take it as a challenge. Whenever this happened, he felt it necessary to up the ante whether that be choking, gagging to the point of making her vomit or even slapping her back, something he wouldn’t have done otherwise. In any other situation, he wasn’t the kind to do that to someone he cared about. But for her, slapping her hard across the face was a sign of endearment that she demanded.
Nothing was out of bounds as their final climaxes came hours later, him choking her with one hand while four fingers deep inside her beat red love hole with the other, all the while his massive rod was balls deep inside her back door. After finishing for a countless time, Laz just dropped her on the edge of the bed half on it and half off before crawling on it himself and passing out.
He never heard the door open as two young women walked inside, only to be startled by the mess of broken furniture, the strange puddles and globs of various substances all over the place and the smell which seemed to both burn and yet entice the senses. Persephone had called for two of her younger sisters she was closest to who also happened to be the most ignorant and innocent in the family. They were the kinds of people who were too blind to see what was right in front of their faces, hence why Persephone’s husband was ok with them coming around.
But even for them, they couldn’t ignore what had happened within the room. Running back out, they called for a few of their other sisters as only women were allowed to pass by the seals on the room.
One of those women happened to be Artemis who could only observe the scene in shocked silence before hurrying the younger ones out and gathering the older, wiser ones to her.
"Well... she did break into the god realm....?" Artemis said, trying to normalize what they were witnessing.
"That? That’s the first thing you mention?" said the red hair woman right next to her.
"I mean... you all knew that Persephone had, let’s just say, a crazy side to her. So... I mean... she seems happy, right?" Artemis turned to looked at her passed out sister who was, indeed, smiling. At least, that’s what they could see before her limp body finally fell totally off the bed and on to the floor with a thud.
The group then turned back to Artemis.
"I’m not saying it’s going to be like this for everyone. Obviously this man is one who can show restraint as I have mentioned before. All I am saying is that this is our chance, possibly our only chance. You all know that father only cares about himself, even if he acts otherwise. You’ve all been brought to Aphrodite’s enclosure and saw the bodies of our half siblings. Once that isn’t enough for him, how many of us will it take before he’s fed? How many of us have already been buried in that pile that we can’t see the end of. We’ve never even encountered another god seed in the foreign lands and nations so why do so many of us die from those people each year? You all are here because you’ve had the same doubts. Because you know, in your hearts, something is wrong. Well... what we have now is a solution. It might not be the best solution, but it’s either this or your life, one that you will be powerless to protect when father comes for you. Think it over because we only have a limited window from when mom returns till they all return. And depending on how it goes, father may need to become stronger faster and right now he has an entire harvest of crops just waiting to be consumed," Artemis said, ending her plea to her sisters.
It was their choice now and she could only hold back her words, hoping they would make the right call. After all, she had already made the jump onto the god path. If that was discovered by their father, there was no telling what he would do once he found out. Their father wasn’t the kind of man to leave threats hanging around himself.
Just as Artemis was about to turn around and see to her passed out sisters, a noise took their attention away from the conversation as a slow and lumbering Laz walked up to the group of women who had been standing there. His shoulders were slumped but he couldn’t hid the rippling muscles contained within his tight frame. While not tall, he did have a few inches on the girls in the gathering who all skirted back slightly at his arrival.
Undeterred by this, Laz walked straight up to Artemis who hadn’t moved, but was still standing their in shock as Laz came to stand right in front of her, his still impressive package a mere few inches away from her. She suddenly felt very vulnerable despite wearing the full suit of armor.
Just as she was worried about what he might do, Laz leaned in close to her ear and simply whispered, "Bathroom?"
Artemis, still shocked but not frozen, pointed down a hall with an open door revealing a place to releave himself. Laz gaze followed her hand before nodding.
Turning back around, Laz stopped briefly as though thinking about something before turning back to Artemis.
"Uh... yes?" She asked.
Laz didn’t say anything, but leaned in, grabbing the back of her hair by the ponytail to the point that she couldn’t move and kissed her, right in front of all of the now gasping sisters.
Breaking it off after an intense tongue battle, one that Artemis engaged in just as eagerly as Laz, Laz turned away and began walking, but not without leaving a few soft words in the air.
"MMmm... Cherry? Strawberry, mint and cherry. How tasty," they all heard Laz say before he went down the hall and closed the door.
