The Plasma Paradox |The Anak Series| [COMPLETED!]

"I don't work for Gaea..."

Recap: 

But a dark evil stirred and he wanted something that the demigods were preventing.

His revenge.

Artemis' slowly gained back her consciousness. Her bones ached and she had a massive headache.

She opened her silver moon eyes that glowed in the unlit room.

Slowly she tried to sit up but her abs strained and were too agitated for her to sit up. Her eyes tightened unwillingly as the pain consumed her.

She fell back on the bed, tired and exasperated. Her breathing heavied, as she laid there.

Artemis' hand traveled from her side to her abs, when her hand made contact she flinched in pain. She slowly rubbed her abs, sighing in pain and content at the massage.

She positioned herself to where she could see her bare stomach, it was slightly purple and brown, covered in bruises.

At the sight, she almost felt sick to see herself in such a state. Her once glowing pale skin was dull, skin that looked that of a dead person.

Her hands once again traveled down to her sides where they stayed as she tried to get some rest to let her godly essence slowly heal her.

Artemis seemed to stay on the brink of sleep but never achieving it, making her frustrated.

She stared at the ceiling with a glare, trying to command it to make her sleep.

But then a sort of realization hit her full on, she didn't know where she was or what had happened to her hunt.

As she recounted her last memories before she went unconscious she felt very sick. Her last memory was Gration, using her as his plaything.

She became nauseous and her hand traveled to her stomach, praying to whatever being that the Giant hadn't fully ravaged her.

Her hand started to glow, using her powers over childbirth she scanned her systems for any sign of impregnation.

Her body shook as she sobbed in relief, she prayed her thank yous to any immortal listening that she had been spared of that.

Artemis kept scanning to double check and was greeted with a surprise. In fact, she hadn't even robbed of her virginity.

A genuine smile appeared on her face, "Something must've happened when I was unconscious," She thought.

But her smile wavered as she remembered she didn't know where she was. Panic filled her systems as her once calm eyes scattered around the room.

From what she could see as her eyes adjusted to the dark were; dark curtains that coated a sunlit window and a couple doors that must've led to different rooms.

With renewed vigor, she tried to sit up. She tried hard to ignore the aching pain of the bruises as she sat up.

She was glad to see that she had a small shirt that concealed her upper womanly parts. Again though she felt sick as someone must have changed her.

She swore that if it was a male she would castrate him than make him consume his own filth of manhood.

But her rage dispersed and fear filled her as the knob of one of the doors was turned. She struggled to get back down and almost groaned as the pain of her stressed abs were agitated.

The door was slowly opened in a means to be quiet and unheard. A small figure walked through the room, and all though Artemis was quite used to the dark she couldn't make out the figure.