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She froze when Apollo touched her for a variety of reasons. One, her body could remember what it felt like for him to touch her without clothing between them and two, Poseidon was going to break his fingers off before taking it out on her.

She pulled out from under his touch but turned to arch a brow at him with a mild look of are you out of your mind?! "Yes?"

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Apollo sighed.
"Listen... One maenad is bad enough on a god. Multiple ones... and Erato, she's just a girl..." He shook his head.

"I don't know what they've done to her, or how deeply she's under their influence. I'm the Mousagetes, so I have some sway over her, but... If I can't break their hold... Please, Medusa. Will you help her? For me? She's an innocent in this. She doesn't deserve whatever she's going through in there."

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"She's not here for you Sun God." Poseidon's words were snippish as he kept a heavy visual on Apollo. He stepped between the two with a growl, pulling Medusa forward by the arm to shove her into the open hallway. He could hear the drunken frenzy ahead, a body streaking past them further down the hall. "Ask favors without touching." There wasn't the usual force in his push forward, but there was a hidden threat in his glance and in his tone.

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She blinked for Apollo's request and how he made it sound but then she was being pulled towards the door by Poseidon before she could do more than open her mouth. She went with him without a fight but did look back over her shoulder with a look on her face that could mean just about anything.

Something triggered in her head and she turned to face Poseidon. "Chances are there's a maenad on the muse, baby." She raised her brows suggestively.

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"Wait. Please." Apollo followed them.

"Listen. What would you do if it were Chelsea in there? Please. Erato means as much to me as Chelsea does to you," he said to Poseidon, and then looked at Medusa.

"I'm begging you. If I'm not enough to bring her out of it, please, will you help her? Don't let an innocent girl die. Please."

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He wasn't pulling that card. Showing himself off as the affectionate, adoring man that Poseidon despised. Poseidon rolled his eyes with annoyed huff.

"She's not going to die," he grumbled a few Russian curses under his breath and stepped forward not at all phased by anything they were about to come across. He had a plan in mind and he wasn't going to deviate from it.

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She lingered for a moment watching Poseidon walk off. She turned her look back to Apollo and for one moment there was the briefest of nods and she mouthed the words do not betray me then she turned to catch up with Poseidon.

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She didn't even get to see his "Thank you." Another moment longer, and she would have seen his other request to her: Come back safely.

But, Medusa was gone now, with Poseidon, into the chaos of the dormitory. And Apollo had a Muse to find.

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Poseidon made his way down the hall, the obvious surge of power floating all around. It was here that they were split up as Apollo enlisted more to his raid. Poseidon came in contact with a rush of over-excited college students parading out of one of the rooms in a loud burst. One of the girls clamped onto Poseidon's shirt as she exited the room, her breath heavy with alcohol. She was no more than eighteen, and with an extensive party like this perhaps even younger. Her eyes were drunken, hair matted with sweat and booze.

Her hands glided down his chest to his waist. "Heeeey," she said wavered voice, letting her paws clamp his belt. It was enough to enlist a hiss from Poseidon who shoved her off.

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She followed Poseidon with Apollo's plea echoing in her head. She wasn't sure if she would be able to help with the muse or not. She made no promises other than she would if she could. She's pretty certain of the odds though.

See Poseidon get molested made her smirk and chuckled under her breath. She caught the girl who stumbled back and kept her momentum going in the direction they came from. "Trust me, honey. You can't handle that."

Then she caught at Poseidon't arm to get his attention. "I can stun them most likely, but you'll have to take control away from the drunkard."

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The pound of the music vibrated under his feet, the intensity of this power was enough to make him drunk. What kept him from diving into the fever was his plan. Poseidon wasn't one to deviate from his goal, something that was often times cloaked by his loose way with women. He had a clear picture in mind and that was what he'd come for.

He brushed off that seeding wave of power that filled his senses, enticing him. To any mortal eye this was just a fantastical party out of control, but he knew better. They were close to something as he turned down another hall, a few students in their undergarments streaking past. It could be Apollo's Muse or it could be one of the maenads who'd sparked this party.

He gave Medusa a look over his shoulder, a sly grin. "Think I can handle it."

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She was feeling the call too, the urge to let go, but the recent pain she received from Poseidon for giving in to her desires was still fresh enough in her head for the fear to override it. It didn't mean she wasn't a bit closer to Poseidon than was absolutely necessary, however.

A suddenly river of co-eds flooded the hallway, slamming into them. Medusa shouted out as she got caught in the wave of bodies, one hand scrabbling to catch Poseidon but he was pushed to the side, forcing him into a dorm room.

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Wendy felt the arrival of the sea god before she saw him as he was pushed into the room. When her eyes were pulled to him she sucked in a breath of absolute WANT. Oh really!

She pulled herself free of the writhing bodies on the floor with a grin and stood, facing Poseidon. "Well, well, well. Isn't this a surprise."

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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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