Owned By a Greek god

**** MELINA P. O. V ****

I washed my body in the shower after turning it on and let the water to run down my body. I found that sensation to be rather enjoyable. I couldn’t help but grin widely as I thought about how difficult it would be for Jason to simply observe my body without reacting in any way.

I was just curious as to whether or not he had also changed in a sexual sense. Watch how things turn out for him in this situation.

After the door was unlocked and he stepped inside, I turned to face him and gave him a kind grin. I returned his smile and invited him to step up to the shower I was using while I continued to do so.

As I was making some foam from the soap that was on my palm, I told him, “You came late. I am almost finished.”

He stutteringly said, “I… I was coming,” which made me giggle.

I took his hand and began to scrub it for him as I responded affirmatively, “Yes, you were.”

It was mentioned to me by him, “Do you really need to do that? I can do it myself,” and I shook my head in response.

I responded with, “I choose to,” to which he smiled and nodded his head.

While I was scrubbing his hand, he looked at it and said, “Anything you want.”

To start off the call, I inquired, “So when exactly is this party?”

He added, “Three days from now. Mother is quite excited to give this party. I just hope everything goes good,” and I nodded in agreement with him.

I reassured him that everything would be all right by going for his chest and saying, “Everything will be alright okay? You just need to be positive. It’s strictly by invitation, so we should be safe.”

After placing my palm on it, I noticed something on his chest and then I looked away.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

While I was rinsing the foam away, I questioned, “What is this?” As I looked at it for a while, I noticed that it had some black stains as well as some damaged and unsightly patches on it.

I asked in a trembling voice, “Who did this to you?” (Who did this to you?)

“My Stepfather,” he informed me while maintaining eye contact with me.

As the tears began to well up in my eyes, I asked, “What happened? What did he do?”

“He was always upset with anything I did. Whether good or bad, he never liked any of us. Ryan and I were still very young back then…” “He was always angry with whatever I did.”

As he turned his back on me, he explained, “Whenever we offended him, he pokes his cigarette or tobacco into our chest or back while it was still hot and burning. That was his own way of punishing us.” I turned around and noticed the identical black spots everywhere.

I exclaimed, “Oh my God,” as I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

“We were punished for everything. It was domestic abuse. Since our true father died, we didn’t know peace with this man,” he stated while staring into space as if remembering how it all started. “We were punished for every single thing. It was a domestic abuse.”

I continued by asking, “What about your mom? What did she do?” while I was hugging him. Even though I knew he was in pain when I inquired, I was still quite interested in finding out what had occurred. Therefore, giving him a hug was the least I could do for him.

I was only 10 years old at the time, and Ryan was 12; we didn’t know what to do; he hesitated before continuing. “She tried every time and every day to stop harming us, but he punished her too. Beat her and beat her ruthlessly.” I felt the steam from the hot water on my shoulders, and I imagined that he was crying.

“Until?” I asked.

“Until one day he beat mother, and he used a stick in beating her that day. He beat her that day because she decided to take us out on a picnic without his permission. We hadn’t been happy for a long time, so she wanted to make us happy.”

The statement was made in a feeble manner: “He didn’t like that concept therefore he took it out on her.”

I asked him while slightly disengaging myself from the conversation and fixing my gaze on his tear-filled eyes, “Why didn’t your mother leave?”

He bowed his head and continued, “She couldn’t because of us. She had nowhere to go and no employment to feed us. Though our stepfather was being a d**k. He never allowed anything to influence our studies nor feeding. That’s why my mother tolerated it,” he said. “She had no where to go and no work to feed us.”

I told him in a sad voice, “I am so sorry for bringing up this topic. I was just inquisitive, I wanted to know what changed this wonderful person into that other person,” and he shook his head. “I was just curious, I wanted to know what converted this loving person into that other person.”

He looked at me and said, “He didn’t shatter who I was until one day, Ryan and I got fed up of the way he acted to us, and we came up with a plan.” “He didn’t break who I was until one day,” he said, “we got fed up of the way he behaved to us.”

I suggested to him, “Let’s get out of the bathroom first. You are probably cold,” and he nodded his head in agreement. After hastily rinsing the soap off his body, he joined me in wrapping the towel around our waists and we walked out the door.

Before getting into bed, we went through our drawers looking for our pajamas and then put them on. I rolled onto my side with him facing me, and he did the same with me facing him.

When I questioned, “So, what exactly was the plan?” his eyes immediately focused on mine.

He paused to gauge my reaction before continuing, “Ryan came up with the plan to kill him so as to put an end to all of the pain.” “We knew mother was going to try to stop us if she was nearby, so we waited till when she wasn’t around,” he explained after the pause. To tell you the truth, I couldn’t wait to find out what took place.

“So…” I said.

“He came home drunk that very day and was too weak to fight back. Ryan said it was the right time to be free from everything he had done to us, so we took sticks and smashed it on me until he died in his own pool of blood,” he said, and I was terrified. “We took sticks and smashed it on me until he died in his own pool of blood,” he said.

I noticed that he had tears in his eyes.

As he spoke these words, tears began to fall from his eyes. “After we did this, we knew remorse would overwhelm us, so we shut off our humanity so that we would neither remember nor feel any shame,” he continued.

My voice was shaking as I asked the question. “And when your mother found out?”

He said this while exhaling loudly and then said, “She had a panic attack and rushed away with us since she realized we wouldn’t be secure any longer in his house.”

I apologized profusely to Jason as I gently stroked his face with my palm and whispered, “I am very sorry.”

“It’s like yesterday now. I can remember everything, and it’s hurting so much. I feel guilty doing that to him because that wasn’t the best option, it was just an option made out of anger and rage. Now my humanity is back on, it’s so hurting,” he said while touching his chest in tears. “It’s like yesterday now. I can remember everything and it’s hurting so much.”

I wrapped my arms around him and said, “It’s okay, Jason. You have every right to feel terrible. Just remember that you were still very young at the time, and you wanted freedom badly,” as I gently squeezed his shoulders.

He wanted to convert Ryan and I become monsters, and he was successful in doing that to us, the man stated between his tears. “He was Ryan and my first kill.”

I brushed his hair as he laid his head on my chest and said, “That’s enough Jason. I am sorry you feel this way, and I am sorry that my curiosity caused you pain.” As he did so, he lay his head on my chest.

He looked into my eyes and said, “It’s okay, it’s fine. I have always wanted to share this with someone, and you are that someone. Considering the fact that you made me fall in love with you, and even turn my humanity back on.”

I remarked to him, “I know you hate turning it back on because of how you feel right now, but I think it’s best you grieved because else you will keep taking it out on innocent people,” and he shook his head. “I know you regret turning it back on because of how you feel right now.”

As he wiped away his tears, he turned to me and said, “Melina, I am not regretting any of it. I am delighted you occurred to me.” This made me smile.

I told him, “I love you Jason, and I promise that your past won’t change that. You are free to tell me anything you want.” He grinned in response to my words. “You are free to tell me anything you want.”

He responded with “I know.”

I beckoned for him to approach me and watched as he got closer and closer. Before I could even ask him to, he leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on each of my lips.

I smiled as I addressed you and said, “I was about to ask you to do that.”

He replied, “I needed it terribly; it’s like a calming kiss to me,” and in response, I placed my hands around him and kissed him again with all of my feelings. “I needed it badly,” he said. “It’s like a soothing kiss to me.”

**** TONY P. O. V ****

I told my best man, “I need to see Agnes,” and he agreed.

“Why?” he questioned while bending his head slightly downward.

I told him, “I have a feeling something fishy is going on between she and Ryan. Who knows, he may want to use her just like Jason did,” and he shook his head. “I have a feeling something is fishy between she and Ryan.”

He said, “Or maybe he isn’t. You and I both know that Ryan isn’t like Jason, and even Jason isn’t the Jason that we knew previously.”

I bowed my head and whispered, “You can’t understand. She hates me! And she is trying to show me she is doing okay. But I feel like she is simply keeping her genuine feelings from me.” She is trying to show me that she is doing okay.

As soon as he asked, “Boss, may I ask you something?” I looked up at him.

I said it in a chilly tone as I picked up my cigarette and urged, “Go ahead.”

‘I thought you said you didn’t have any feelings for her and that she is done in our plan,’ he remarked, and I glanced at him. ‘Why are you so concerned about her?’ he said. ‘She is done in our plan.’

I responded to him, “We still had a moment together, Matt. I can’t just forget it. She is nice and sweet, and we can’t let her be used by those Emerson Brothers again,” and he nodded his head in agreement.

He asked for direction, saying, “Tell me what to do.”

I told him, as he dropped his head, “Let’s defer killing of Jason and all of his loved ones for the time being. Let’s focus instead on getting Agnes out of there before she gets caught up in our plot in a very negative way,” and he agreed with me.

“Okay boss.” He said.

I told him, as we were leaving the living room, “Go find out the chances we have to accessing that home. I need to get Agnes back.” He nodded as he left the room.

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