Chapter 30 Escape From The Red Blood Pack

• Aphrodite's Point of View
• The dungeon walls crunched in on me, air thick and suffocating as another day dragged on. Hades and I sat there, our backs against cold stone, in the dark, waiting on whatever new torment Zeus had planned for us. Every muscle in my body hurt from the chains, and though Hades tried to keep my spirits up, hopelessness was beginning to seep in. The whole prophecy now looked like some bad joke cruelly played in the distance, and I wondered if we would get out of this alive.
• My arms throbbed with the ache of the struggle the night before, and the marks Zeus had left on my skin seemed to burn with each passing hour. I tried to ignore it, to block out the memory of his touch, but every time I closed my eyes, I could feel his breath on my neck and his cruel hands gripping me too tightly.