Inspired by Lore Olympus by Rachel Smythe. Follows the current plot, branching off into a possible future for the story. Thank you, please enjoy and review. TRIGGER WARNING, sensitive materials ahead.

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Persephone rummaged through her purse, looking for the key to Artemis' house. Ever since Eros allowed himself in, Artemis took away the 'hidden' key. This wouldn't be a problem, except of course Persephone consistently forgets to bring her key when she leaves.

"Oh, great," she muttered as she dropped her bag to the ground, the contents spilling everywhere.

"I never needed a key growing up, this is ridiculous. Gods, why doesn't everyone here just sleep outside and forget these silly houses and their silly keys!" She flipped her purse upside down and shook it vigorously, just to find a pile of wrappers and no key. Her head flung back as she sighed. She started picking up her things when a shadow appeared.

"Looks like you need some help, huh?" She tensed as a body came up behind her. She looked up at a hand unlocking the door with their key and pushing it open gently. The hand extended to her, implying that it was there to help her up. She shoved the last of her things into her bag in a rush and got up alone. The hand dropped. She quickly walked past the body into the house. Her purse still spewing things everywhere from her lazy job of repacking it.

"No 'thank you'?" He asked following closely behind. Persephone sighed and put her things down on the kitchen counter. She slowly turned to look at Apollo's glowing eyes. He had a smirk on his face that she wanted to slap off.

"Why do you have a key? No men allowed here," she replied. She crossed her arms over her chest and jutted out her hip, hoping that she would appear tough. He just raised an eyebrow and seemed amused.

"I'm Artemis' brother, she trusts me with plenty of her things. Her house… her cat… her housemate…" he trailed off as he stepped closer to Persephone. She felt her body turn cold, but she stood her ground. She refused to give into his intimidation.

"Yeah well, I'm all set. Thanks for the key, you can go now," She started for the door to show him out when he grabbed her wrist. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Ah ah ah, I think maybe I should stay for a bit. My sister won't be back for hours, she's off practicing her aim. You and I are all alone." Persephone felt his breath on her cheek and his grip on her wrist. She felt the panic rise within her and the walls closing down on them.

"Apollo, I told you before that the first time was a mistake. I didn't… I don't know what else to say. I think you should leave," She tugged her arm from him and quickly stepped around him. She started looking for her phone that was in her purse a few minutes ago. It has to be in here, she thought. I must have shoved it back in here somewhere. Come on… where is it- oh Gods. Her eyes shot up to the closed front door, realizing that she must have missed it when she was picking up everything. It has to be out there. Apollo stood in front of her, blocking any path to the door. He leaned in close again and smiled devilishly.

"I think maybe we just need to try again, and I'll show you how much fun it is," he put his hand on her lower back and pulled her close to him. She put her hand on his chest to push away but he was too strong. He used his other hand to pull her face to him and started kissing her roughly. As if there wasn't enough time for him, like he was trying to prove his power.

She twisted her head away, his lips now on her neck. His hand moved from her face to her hair, where he gripped tightly.

"Stop!" She yelled, fear creeping into her. She felt hot, scared, and also angry. She felt as though she were a sitting duck and powerless. No, she thought. She had to do something, make a move that would throw him off of her. She craned her head to look around her at anything that might help.

A foot away was a bottle of wine that Artemis received yesterday as a gift. Still unopened and heavy, Persephone pried her arm from between her body and Apollo's. He was too busy digging his head into her breasts to notice her reach for the bottle, hold it over them, and slam it into his head with all her might. The bottle crashed down and shattered, wine and glass spewing around them.

Apollo grunted angrily, releasing her hair and waist. His body seemed to crush into itself from pain and shock. His hands flew to his head where a new lump was probably forming. Persephone dropped the neck of the bottle to the ground and stared back at him feeling paralyzed. He pulled his hand from his head to see it covered in wine and ichor. His eyes shot up at Persephone. He was enraged.

She snapped out of her paralysis and dashed past him for the front door. He was hurt and a little slower, but still stronger than she hoped. She put her hand on the door handle, about to turn it when she felt his hand on her shoulder, dragging her back.

"Get off of me!" She screamed, lunging herself forward and losing her balance. He lost his hold as she fell over, hitting her head on the door. There was a loud crack when her head met the wooden frame. Her vision blurred and everything seemed quiet for a second. She lay in front of him in a crumpled ball, feeling dizzy and helpless.

"Why are you being such a difficult little goddess? Don't you know that here in Olympus the Gods get what they want?" His words dripped with venom and he stepped closed to her. He looked disheveled, mad, crazy, dangerous. Like he wanted her to suffer for what she did. And there was nothing she could do.

"Leave me… alone…" she spat back, inching her body away from him the best she could. Her head still swam, her eyes feeling heavy. Think Persephone… think. She was still inching away when her hand brushed something that had fallen from her bag. He eyes flicked over the small card on the ground in front of her.

KING OF THE UNDERWORLD…

HADES…

CONTACT/ HIT HANDS TO THE GROUND TWICE

"Oh my Gods," she whispered to herself. She felt a grip on her ankles and twisted her head behind her to see Apollo pulling her towards him. He flipped her to her back and knelt down on the ground, placing his knees on either side of her. His eyes stared back at her, filled with rage and… enjoyment?

"Perfect," his eyes gleamed at he started pulled up her skirt. She lifted her hand from the ground when his eyes flashed over to the business card on the ground. Her hand touched the ground.

One pat.

"I don't think so, my goddess," Apollo hissed, grabbing her hand before she could hit the ground again. Her eyes bulged as her grabbed her other hand and pinned them above her head. He used his free hand to unbutton his pants and wiggle them off.

"I don't think we need another God interrupting our precious time together," Apollo cooed into her ear, making her blood run cold.

She tried to pull her hands out of his grip, but his hand encompassed both of her small wrists.

"Get away from me!" She cried, trying to figure out a new plan. She looked at her small body being pinned by Apollo's muscular one. Maybe I could… she mustered as much strength as she could and plowed her knee into him, hoping that it would hit him where it hurt.

"Holy Hera," he gasped. Right on target, Persephone thought. His hands dropped her wrists and flew to his groin. He rolled off of her and curled up in a ball of pain.

Persephone scrambled to get a few more feet away from him, praying that he would be in too much agony to get to her again. She lifted her hand above the ground and slammed it into the carpet.

Two pats.

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Let me know what you think. I wasn't sure how to put a warning at the beginning of this, so hopefully I did an ok job. Review and let me know if I should continue the story. Thank you.