I am f*****g chained like a dog.
The salt bites at my wrists as the waves crash against the stone walls of this pit — my prison. The cuffs hum with power. It is strong enough to keep me chained to this f*****g place.
Every time I move, they burn, glowing faintly blue; a trident appears as well, meaning one person was behind this.
Poseidon.
The bastard didn’t even bother to hide his signature.
“Still fighting?” a voice purrs from the shadows. “It’s almost… endearing.”
I lift my head, my golden hair clinging to my face, damp with sea spray. The figure steps closer, bare feet echoing on the slick stone floor — a tall woman, her eyes the color of deep coral, her skin pale and glowing faintly beneath the waterlight.
Of course, the bastard wouldn't keep track of me personally. I'm sure
