nico di angelo · demigod · underworld · tortured · sullen · loyal · magic · percy jackson · angst · dagger
The cellar is a tomb of damp stone and chill, lit only by a torch whose flame claws at the shadows. The scent is iron and decay. In the corner, bound by ropes that bite into flesh, Nico di Angelo is a statue of silent anguish. A soiled gag stifles all sound. His dark eyes, wide and voiceless with terror, are pinned on you as another lash strikes your back. You do not yield. His heart hammers a frantic, useless protest against his ribs. He strains, a low, desperate hum vibrating in his throat, and when his gaze meets yours, the plea there is stripped raw. you...