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Who: Poseidon [Narrative]
What: He's losing power, Greek myth isn't what it was in the olden days, takes out his vengeance.
When: 1718
Where: North Carolina coast, the time of the pirates like Blackbeard.
Warning: Rape, violence, nothing good whatsoever.

It had been a long time since Poseidon had destroyed someone. His power was slipping, the more he drifted into this human way of life, the charge he'd held before was fading. Instead of controlling men he was among them. The Greek gods had become nothing more than a passing interest, a laugh among sailors and scalawags. There were some that still held those stories as truth, but they were becoming few and far between. It angered the mighty sea god, he needed more than the seas to give him some sense of energy. He needed to remind himself of who he was.

The girl had been just barely sixteen, young, rich and her whole life ahead of her which was married off with more wealth. She wasn't partial to the idea at all, her new husband was to be an old sea goon who had more hair on his chest than he did hanging from his face. He may have cleaned up decently but he was still ancient where she was soft and young. Poseidon took this as the perfect opportunity for seduction. It was like drawing in a fish on a lure. Such a beautiful hook he was, those blue eyes inviting her in---but as always there was something dangerous behind that lure.

She learned within moments the heartbreaking reality of men. It was nothing as she'd imagined, and for a moment she would have rather had that old goon than what Poseidon brought her. Innocent looks had turned deadly, the young blond found herself smacked to the floor. She tried to scramble to her feet, tears streaming down that plump face. She ran to the door warranting a growl from her captor. A grip she couldn't get out of. Poseidon dragged her by her golden head, slamming her against the table of the room he'd invited her into.

She clawed at his neck, those pushes no more than gentle shoves against his strength. He pinned her arms to the side with a malicious grin. She bit his lip. He slapped her against the face, a pulsating throb hitting her cheek. When she tried to scream he clamped down her mouth, squeezing those delicate cheeks from the force. The more the poor girl struggled the more his grip tightened.

Tilting his head to the side, Poseidon flipped his long hair out of his face growling into her ear. "I've had enough of that." She made one last ditch effort to kick him and he smacked her again, flipping her over, pulling her dress over her waist. "No more being friendly."

Those bitter tears fell, teeth clamped down on the hand he still had gripped over her mouth as he took what innocence she had left in a matter of a few minutes.

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