Darkness, pain, and misery, that is what Percy Jackson felt as he plummeted to the last place he ever wanted to be. He fell for what seemed forever, but at the same time a blink of an eye. It was so dark, he didn't even see the ground as it came closer and closer. He slammed into the floor with a loud boom, creating a crater. Everything in Tartarus now knew something had fallen. Those who were close decided to check it out, which happened to be Kelli and her crew.
"What do we have here," she asked as she looked down into the crater. She could only see a humanoid figure laying still in the middle.
"Is it dead," an empousa asked. Kelli rolled her eyes.
"No, can't you feel it's life force. It's really weak, but still there." Kelli made her way carefully into the crater. It had actually taken her a moment to figure out who it was, since he was injured from the fall. When she found out it was Percy she was stunned. She gave him a cool smile as he stared blankly at her.
"What do we have here," she purred. "Looks like you couldn't stay away pet." She got no response, which irritated her. She kicked him in the side, trying to get a reaction. She gotten none, just a dead look. She was about to kick him again when a chill surrounded them all and a dark figure appeared. The empousa knelt down.
"Lord Tartarus." Tartarus didn't say anything as he stared down at the broken hero, after a moment he merely flashed them to his palace.
Days passed as Tartarus had decided to make Percy a play thing after finding out he was immortal. Percy was hung in chains, unlike in Olympus, he was completely naked. This was so the monsters and anything else in Tartarus could come and torture him. As time began to pass many grew bored, for Percy was so emotionally unattached, that it was like the torture sessions were nothing to him. Even when Tartarus tortured him, he made no sound. Annoyed at this Tartarus made it known that whoever could make him cry out first would win a favor from the primordial himself. More time passed, months, years and yet no one could get him to even utter a sound. Percy had no clean marks on him, his body was ninety-eight percent scar tissue on the outside. It wasn't until years upon years had passed that a certain Titan, who had finally been cast into Tartarus, changed things. Prometheus, studied Percy as other's tortured him, but did not lay a finger on him. Many thought he was a coward, but after a few days he decided to try his hand, not with torture devices, but a single snap of his finger.
Percy was thrown into memories. Happy ones that would turn into nightmares. Prometheus twisted his memories into Percy's fears. It was the first time Percy's screams were heard throughout the Pit. After that Percy's screams were constant, as everyone there felt like it was music to their ears. More time passed and Percy became an empty husk. Everything began to shut down on him, he could no longer feel any pain, no longer function. His memories became so messed up that he no longer knew what was true and what wasn't. Again Tartarus grew tired and decided to end it.