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His teeth gritted as he slammed a fist against the room wall once he'd grabbed his balance. Fucking college kids. It reminded him of why Chelsea was to be a prisoner in his house for as long as he could stand it.

He hissed finding there was no getting out of that room, not when a voice called out and he found himself frozen in place. Where the fuck was Medusa? He chuckled as she stood not at all deterred by the flood of energy she gave off.

"Shouldn't be," he said with a grin.

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She picked her way through legs and arms, her hips switching with each step and she never took her eyes off of Poseidon except to scan him up and down.

"I lost the bet with my sisters. Apparently I didn't give myself enough credit." She held a hand out towards him, pushing at him with the power she had that was multiplied through what she and her sisters were creating. "C'mon, honey. Come have a drink with me."

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His eyes scanned her, obviously not at all bothered by the sight. For a moment and just a moment that smell filled through his senses, her forceful greeting given, which took all he had to focus elsewhere. Think, think, think. As his hands pushed into his pockets he felt his cell, and it was that brush that reminded him of Chelsea.

"What was the bet?" He purred, letting her infuse all the power she wanted. He couldn't give in to temptation, which for Poseidon was difficult when so often he took what he wanted. He gave a half smirk and a laugh. "No thanks, honey, I'm not thirsty."

Wendy didn’t stop approaching him, putting herself right into his dance space and running her hand over his chest. Touch helped things. “I bet I wouldn’t see any of you big wigs after Lincoln, but I have never been happier to be wrong.”

Her eyes looked up into his face through her lashes. She could tell she wasn’t getting through this way. A quick jolt with her power and she had it. Oh delicious rage! “You aren’t here alone. Are you?”

Something emerged from inside him. It rippled through him against the
ground. She may not have appealed to his lust but she found the core
of Poseidon's raw power. He wouldn't however let this being control
him. His eyes were steady as he breathed in heavy. Then she spoke
again and he felt that rage bubble. "Whether I am or not bares no
weight to you," he gave a slick and dark grin. "You want me, not my
company." Teeth bared as he leaned in, allowing her to touch, "And I
came for you." Maenads were not easy to win over-they were Dionysus'
but he damn well make it tempting.

“Maybe it means nothing to me, sea god,” Wendy’s eyes narrowed as she found even more fuel here, “but it obviously does to you.” She lifted up onto her toes to put her lips right in front of his but not touching. “Tell me. Where is your friend? Being…entertained perhaps? Are they pretty?”

She was good. Playing his defenses like that. Coniving bitch, he wasn't going to fall into the trap. As soon as she spoke again he felt the ground tremble under his feet from his annoyance.

His smile was anything but sweet with her taunt, becoming less relaxed. "She's a loyal little bitch." Medusa wouldn't play him again and live this time. "You honey, where's your master? Or are you waiting for something better?"

“Oh.” Wendy smiled, tilting her head as she studying his lips and seemingly unaffected by the small tremor that would no doubt make the news tomorrow. “He’s here. Somewhere.” She lifted her hand to trace the line of his lips but still without touching him. “Probably with your loyal little bitch by now.” She wanted him enraged and on a rampage. This would be too good!

He released an exasperated breath. "Unlikely," he growled, that face like a dog ready to grip it's victim within his teeth. "If she is I'll castrate him first." Medusa had no interest in that drunken boy. Poseidon was a far more desirable catch though he could hardly deny that surge of chaotic power behind Dionysus.

The moment this maenad grasped his doubt it wouldn't be likely she would be standing so close. "Why not infuse your desires in some real power? Under a real god's command." Even at least one would be good under his control.

Wendy’s eyes snapped back up to his with his stormy blues and tilted her head. “We don’t belong to you.” Her eyes narrowed as her lips pressed together. “It is he who gives us purpose. He who sings to us. All you could offer is slavery, sea god.”

She pushed hard enough with her power to give him a vision of what would incite that anger she’d been picking at: Medusa with Apollo wrapped around her both of them nude, both of them sweaty and enacting their own pleasures with each other.

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"Do you not thirst for something stronger? Something far more raw."
His hand gripped her arm but was put to a halt when she pushed lies
into his head spurning his anger with another terrifying tremor. That
grip tightened, the people in the room tripping over themselves. If
she wanted to consume his anger then by Zeus she would see the kind of
power to be drawn out of one of the three brothers.

One of the students stood approaching them and Poseidon let his hate flash, fingers gripped tightly on the boys neck. That grip could have been the maenad, Apollo or Medusa-it was a threat either way.

“Hey!” Medusa’s voice snapped out from the door. “Knock it off, bitch! NOW!”

Wendy’s attention snapped off of the sea god to the door then screamed in defiance. There, standing with the gorgon was Margaret, her hand holding Medusa’s and looking stunned. She lurched away from Poseidon to go after her, save her sister but Medusa’s eyes flashed and the maenad stutter/tripped to a halt.

“Better.” Medusa walked in bringing the second redheaded maenad with her and held out her free hand. “Come on now. Be a good girl.”

Poseidon wanted to maim. He could feel all his senses turn to a boil.
These bitches were tough and one step away from making him turn this
place into a bloodbath. He thwarted the boy back, slamming his fist
into his face. There was a recoil when Medusa showed. He gave her a
sour look. "Where the fuck have you been?" he said in a vapid whisper.
That could have been bad even in knowing the maenads charms. Next they
came across he'd use force before they could entice his anger.

“Getting molested.” Medusa didn’t take her gaze away from Wendy needing to bring her completely under control. They might be spirits, but the bodies were human, mortal. She learned quickly with the redhead she found…Margaret apparently. As soon as she struck with her hypnotism the maenad had simply ceased moving. Freeze the mind and the spirit wailed away inside impotently.

“You want to take these two before I lose my grip on them?” She didn’t dare even look at Poseidon.

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Once Medusa had them in a hypnotism he was able to gather himself, though that hateful rage still seeped through him like blood. It was strong, but as she'd figured out, they were only mortals in body and mind.

He gripped one red-head's arm bruisingly with a laugh while Medusa willed Wendy to a halt. "This could have been..." he didn't finish his sentence, forcing the girl through the door as if she were nothing more than a sac of potatoes.

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The remaining maenad began to break free and cried out Wendy's name, but Medusa whirled around to grab her by the face and make her look at her, look into her eyes. Medusa's eyes flashed brightly as she retook control. She was growing tired having never pushed her abilities like this before, but she wouldn't fail. She couldn't or Poseidon would be...disappointed.

"Stay close." She grabbed the maenad Margaret by the hand and followed Poseidon.

Her voice was a hiss to him. "Don't kill her or you've lost her!"

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There was all kinds of things whirling around them. Blood, sex, wine and death. These harlots needed to be imprisoned. Wendy had been right when she said Poseidon would make them slaves. He damn well would, because seeing the mess around them only made him think of Chelsea. She again was the only thing that kept his insane tendencies from going out of bounds, for doing things that were in a far darker place than even he had within him.

"Don't ruin my fun now," he didn't want to kill her, he just wanted to make her hurt. His hands gripped the girl's shoulders, she stumbled over herself like a zombie. "Isn't too pretty when someone else breaks you is it?" He'd be a tougher master than Dionysus ever even could hope for.

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Wendy hit the floor with a grunt. The gorgon's hold on her was broken now and she whipped her head around with a crazed grin. "That's it! Give in! Let it all out, sea god!"

Her eyes went past him to Medusa and she chuckled after spitting blood. "So that's the loyal little bitch. She stinks of the sun. What has she been doing?"

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Not good! Not good at all!

She dragged Margaret with her, keeping a hold. Skin to skin she could push power into the maenad. Keep her complacent, but this was going to hell quickly.

She grabbed Poseidon by the arm and pulled on him hard. "God damn it, Poseidon! Control her now or kill her but one way or another shut her the fuck up before she controls you!"

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He still had too much hate inside for her to play with, this time her words were like a pin driving into his skull. When he turned and stepped back tripping over the red-head on the floor and letting Medusa take the other one from him who was much easier to deal with then this feisty bitch.

He crawled up on his knees, hoovering over the maenad and pinning her arms down covering her mouth with his hand. "I'll snap your neck before you can say another word." The ground felt his voice, that boom, that tremble of the walls and the ground. He'd bring this whole place down. He wanted corroboration or he'd be down a maenad for himself. Her previous words kept digging into his brain. Fuck. He slipped one of his hands to her neck, bruising and thick on her throat as he pulled himself back up, her with him. Her lips would turn a shade of blue, not enough to kill her yet, but enough to assert his authority. Next time he would make bone crack. He would make her feel pain in that mortal body, which may be enough to make her lose her hold.

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Margaret saw Wendy being abused by the sea god and she whimpered, impotently inside her mortal vessel. The gorgon bitch had the mind seized firmly, but she felt horrible for her sister.

And their lord if what the bitch was suggesting.

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Wendy didn't need to talk, and she didn't care if her mortal vessel was damaged, broken or killed. Her body was losing air, and she was by no means free, but neither was the sea god by the looks of it.

She shoved out with her power again but met resistence against him. Shit! That was impossible! They should be as mortal as these children in this building.

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She stood just behind Poseidon with her hand still tightly linked with the maenad she controlled, her voice a slithery hiss at his shoulder.

"Break her connection, baby. Make it your own. Make her yours. You have the power to command. Use it!"

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She was still twisting his anger, he needed to refrain from killing her though he wanted to hear her bones crack. He closed his eyes for a moment, putting up a block like waves against the shore. Tall, towering and fearful waves that made even the strongest of men step back. As he could control the ocean from her very depths he would use that to spiral around this maenad. He had to calm himself because anger was only fueling her and Dionysus.

His fingers loosened their grip, but they did not release. She would bend to him.

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Son of a bitch. He was doing it. Medusa had to marvel at that for a moment as she watched the maenad in his grip cease to struggle, the redhead's eyes on him.

She came back to the issue literally at hand quickly enough and continued to speak to him quietly. "Break her connection to the drunk god. You rule. Not him. Make her understand that as you would the sea."

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