Chapter8

#Chapter8

Aphrodite

I almost died.

I almost died.

It was like I could feel my life… my soul leaving my body, and I was absolutely helpless to do anything about it.

I’ve been alive for 200 years, and have seen a lot. My tribe is certainly no stranger to torture, and my father on occasion would encourage me to watch people being tortured. Learn how to do it, for when I took over and would have to get my hands dirty.

I’ve seen a siren be torn apart by dogs. Watched one get skinned alive. Heard the heart wrenching shouts of pain, but nothing could compare to the time I spent in the tank. I wish I would have died.

By all means, I should have died. I was on the very cusp of death when he came back for me. I can barely remember Ares rescuing me from a situation he was the cause of. It’s like trying to recall a dream…

His hold on me was so gentle. It seemed like he was being so kind--right up until he raped me.