Chapter 35

Katie

When I finally arose from the darkness, I was surprised about what I saw, actually probably more surprised about what I saw then the actual situation. I mean, a demigod being kidnapped from a godly enemy seeking revenge? per usual. But said enemy taking said demigod into a bright looking average hotel? Maybe not.

"Get out," Ascalaphus muttered, shoving his hand against my shoulder. I looked outside, clenching the metal handle. I could make it right? Or at least until I got far enough to get people's attention. I saw a women walk out of a convenience store across the street, she was ruffling around in a bag but if I screamed she would surely hear me right?

"Don't even think about it. " he said, interrupting my thoughts, "One of your delightful brothers already tried that, you brats seem to forget that I simply don't care about your lives, or any mortals for that fact. It isn't that hard to murder a few humans you know"

I swallowed, finally pushing the door out and stepping out. I looked around for any signs of where I was. The bright blue best western sign stood far from me, and painted a cool shadow over me. The air felt hot, and the sky was clear. I began much more aware of the fact that I was still wearing my thick pajama pants and my old orange camp shirt. The burnt markers made me sad, if I wasn't able to leave, what would happen? What brother was he talking about? Did he take more of my siblings?

Ascalaphus grabbed my hand, and smiled, a wicked looking thing. "C'mon silly"

He pulled me into the hotel, every instinct screaming at me to bolt or scream or something. We walked in, and I was thankful for the blast of AC that hit us when we went through the doors. I nearly jumped up in relief when I realized the hotel had people in it!

Ascalaphus went straight to the front counter, and I stared desperately at the guy standing there, trying to catch his eye.

"Hey Bo" Ascalaphus said with a grin. I felt my relief slowly turning into dread as I realized. "Imma need another room for this lovely gal over here"

'Bo' or whoever he was, gave Ascalaphus a slow smile, but didn't meet his eyes. I watch him and watched him and horror. Bo stood with a dazed look on his face, his eyes seemed cloudy.

"Here you go sir." Bo said, his speech was violently slurred and after he spoke he blinked a few times and returned to his distracted smile before handing over a plastic card. Bo picked up a card and began swiping it through the air. Ascalaphus grabbed my air, unnecessarily digging his nails into my arm. He dragged me over to the elevator, but not before I took notice of the other people in the lobby. The women who sat in a plush couch, she stared off into space with the same happy dazed look on her face. Another man who sat with a magazine simply stared intensely at the page. I ripped my eyes away when the elevator arrived.

Ascalaphus spoke once we enter the elevator and he pressed the '5A' button. "All you brats are on floor 5, you know, for easy access" he said, winking at me. I felt weird, like every time he looked at me I wanted to scrub my skin. I shifted my weight away from him.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened and we stepped out. Ascalaphus's hand still dug uncomfortable into my arm. He went up to what I thought to be a random door and swiped the card. The lock lit green and opened.

Ascalaphus turned to me, his trademark wicked smile on his face again. I wanted to look away. "Welcome to your prison doll-face. I'll be back later, be ready for me."

He pushed me without giving me time to respond, and slammed the door behind me. I fell to the ground, tears filled in my eyes. I struggled to breath normally, or at least keep my sobs quiet. I heaved, and pressed my palms into the rough carpet. I began to rock, still on all fours.I wanted my father, or Travis, or Chiron, or hell I even wanted to see Mia. I mean when was the last time I hugged my dad? Or said thank you to Mia? Or kissed Travis? I tried not to think about that, how silly you love life seems when you don't know what's going to happen to you by the hands of a stranger/

I stood, a few tears still running down my face, and looked around the room. A bed with a white comforter and sheets with a bed side table and a digital clock. 4:23, about 22 hours since I was taken. A desk with a notepad and cup of pens. A TV sat on a wooden chest of drawers and a mini fridge. I walked over to the mini fridge, suddenly ravenous. The fridge held a few water bottles, a couple juice packets, and packs of crackers and apples. A paper was tapped to the door with a list of prices for everything.

I took a water bottle and a few packets of peanut butter crackers. I ate them quickly, not taking notice to the spatter of crumbs I left behind on the carpet. I took a swing from the water bottle before deciding to attempt to mess with the TV.

It turned on, which surprised me, and I turned onto the local new station wondering if my father would insist on reporting me, even though I knew it was best if he didn't.

The news was filled about some guy winning a small lottery, but nothing about a kidnapping. I flipped off the TV and wondered if I needed another cry before he came back.

I sat on the bed and looked around my prison cell.

And then I heard on knock on the wall.

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