Look At Me (Solangelo)

Chapter XXII

(A/N) I just realized how far this has strayed from the original plan. XD
But everything I've previously planned for this story WILL happen.

"Luke Kronos requests your presence."

A few minutes later Pluto Hades appeared in the doorway, his face evil, as always. "Sweet little girl." I scowled at his words. "I'm afraid you'll have to change before seeing your master." He gestured to my newly changed outfit.

Fuck.

"I'll bring you a new outfit," Pluto offered.

"No." My tone was firm and bland. "I am going to wear this shitty outfit. You can bot force me to change, Pluto." I spat out his name, exactly like my mother did. Like it was the worst word ever invented.

"Suit yourself," he blew it off, "but if Luke doesn't like it, then I'll be the one to punish you. And we both now how bad I can be." Fucking pedophile. Not to mention incest.

"Come with me," he said.

I stomped out of he room, ruffling my hair to make it frizzy, messy, and ugly. "Dick," I muttered under my breath.

"I don't understand," Pluto said, "why you cut your hair short. It use to be so long and lovely..."

"Because fuck you, that's why."

"Smartass bitch."

He led me down the corridor that curved and twisted and took ten to fifteen minutes just to get to the main room. "They must be busy," Pluto commented on the empty room. "They won't be long."

He was right. Just as my legs started to tire from standing, Luke Kronos appeared from one of the hallways. The most fancy hallway, that is.

Luke stood there for a moment, looking confused. He turned back to look at the hallway, then waved someone over. I had an idea as to who that "someone" was.

I was right, too, and I hated that. I didn't want her to be like this. I didn't want to see my mom stumbling, barely able to walk. Her eyes stricken with fear, trembling from head to toe.

What did he do to her?

"Mom!" I yelled, trying to run to her. Pluto was grabbing the collar of my flannel, though.

I noticed Luke looked oddly relaxed and at ease. He has a smirk on his face, obviously from getting some sort of... pleasure.

Oh no that fucker didn't.

He must have been able to read my face, because his smirk only grew wider. "She was quit enjoyable," he said nonchalantly. "She's someone to get rich off of."

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" I yelled at Luke. "PIECE OF SHIT, NOT ABLE TO LOVE SOMEONE. ONLY TAKING, GETTING WHAT YOU WANT. NOT GIVING A DAMN ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE. OR THAT FACT THAT THEY ARE PEOPLE."

I know. Yelling would equal some punishment. But I was tired, hungry, and pissed. This whore raped my mother!

I ran at him, preparing myself to hand out the ultimate bitch slap. I was stopped before I got to him. My shirt was already ripped a bit from pulling out of Pluto's grasp once. I was about to do it again if I had to.

"You wouldn't dare hit your master," Luke teases. "I mean, those words really hurt. You wouldn't want a worst punishment, would you?"

"Watch me, whore!" I snapped. There was a loud rip as I struggled from Pluto's grasp, again. "I'll rip your tiny dick right off!" I balled my hand into a fist. It was like slow motion as it collided with his face. It stung my fist a bit.

Oof, he was gonna have a mark.

Haha, loser.

Luke grabbed me, picking me up and flinging me at a mirror across the room. The mirror broke, shattering into millions of shards. My back got cut up, sure, but I was glad the mirror broke.

"Have you had enough?" Luke asked, sounding bored already.

My hands found a big shard, I put that in my back pocket, hoping nobody saw. I grabbed a slightly smaller piece and charged again.

"Not until you die!" I was running on bad decisions and adrenaline right now. I might get hurt, but I'll have no regrets.

I guess he didn't see the glass shard. I guess he was expecting another punch or slap or something but, by some crazy miracle, I was able to plant the glass shard

Right

Into

His

Eye.

Luke Kronos let out a bloodcurling scream. He sounded like a dying hyena. (Or Donald Trump talking, it's hard to tell the difference, to be honest.)

"Zues, Pluto," Luke growled, "hold this bitch still." He ripped the glass out his eye, blood running down his face.

Zues appeared out of nowhere (nowhere being a different hallway) and held both of my arms behind my back.

"What're you gonna do?" I growled back. "Rape me like my mother? Be the slutty little whore you are?"

There was a sharp pain in my stomach. God damn, that hurt. I held in my pain. My mom was whimpering, I could hear, but I wasn't going to let her see my pain. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me fall before them.

"Mom," I grunted, "look away."

Zeus fiddled with his glasses. "It's probably for the better."

She reluctantly turned away, shaking and sobbing and acting like a mess. But I still knew exactly how strong she was. She was just fear stricken, and I didn't blame her. She just got fucking raped.

I took a blow to the head, legs, stomach again, and ribs. I was extremely surprised nothing broke. Sure, I was gonna be black and purple tomorrow.

But at least I'll live.

Hopefully.