It never occurred to me how sexual punishments could sound when you're actually listening to a brutal beating behind closed doors. But when mothers screams and moans filled the white, brand new, painted hallways of the torture chambers, I came to realize that punishments can sound very sexual.

"She sounds like she's actually enjoying it." I clicked my tongue in disgust as I awaited for mother's daily punishments to be over. It had already been four years, and her punishments that were 'graciously' given to her by Zeus for breaking their deal still wasn't over. If ever, it continued to get worse each day. Her wails and weak physique was pure evidence of that.

"If she's going to enjoy it so much, then they should just change her punishment again." I sighed out loud, but wordlessly hoped that the abuse that was being inflicted on her would stop sooner or later. Better if sooner since it's already been years of continuous horrid treatments; but then again, it was probably meaningless for her as she was an immortal goddess. She probably didn't care about time. Four years would probably only be just  a measly 10 minutes for her.

"Did you wait too long, Sasu-cakes?" Mom's fragile voice wavered as she stepped out of the dungeon she had been locked in for Zeus knows how long. She wore thick, black cuffs on her noticeably dark wrists, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her bones were too visible under her pale, flesh bodysuit; almost like all her insides had been sucked out by a vacuum. Stretch marks and recent scars and cuts— some still a blindingly, pulsing red— were etched all over her skin. Her face wasn't littered by them though. Nothing but a lone, radiant smile did. Fake, but radiant nonetheless.

"No." I lied.

"Well that's good." She sighed with relief and smiled again. Fake.

"Why?"

"It's nothing." She probably just didn't  want me to know how much she's hurting. It was all too clear for me. "How's the rest of my unfinished work going?"

"It's going good. There's been too many clingy girls lately though."

Zeus knew I didn't deserve to be punished too. It was only mother who signed up for the deal anyways, so once we went to see the almighty god (which is a whole other story itself. We met him at a nearby Chilli's restaurant and sat down discussing punishments in broad daylight. Like that wasn't weird at all. And not to mention that the God of gods wore Hawaiian shorts that were two sizes too small and crawled up his thick thighs. I still get nightmares sometimes) he gave me the option of finishing the remaining thousands— if not hundreds of thousands— of piled up work she had to leave behind. He already saw how mortals were being effected by the absence of mother and how her work actually created happiness for others.

"It's been so long since you've started doing my old job. How many more missions do you have left?" She questioned while we made our way down the white hallways. It was odd how the outside of a torture chamber was painted with a colour associated with purity. If I didn't know that it was a chamber used for horrifying things, I wouldn't have known how much blood had been shed behind those pristine walls.

"Just two more left. It's already been four years, and I'm really close to finishing everything for you, mother. I'm also continuing one right after we get home. I just wanted to pick you up after your punishment today."

She was silent and didn't answer back. I instantly knew why because I felt her orbs bore on my hickey filled neck; which I had desperately tried to hide with the collar of my navy blue dress shirt. Call it fancy if you want, but I just wanted mother's work to be finished as professional looking as possible. That, and also because leaving those hickeys exposed out in the open where everyone can see them splattered across my skin would make me seem like a fuck boy.

"I told you, there's been too many clingy girls lately. They like marking their territories."

"What kind of mission do you have now?"

We had already walked out and started heading back to where we 'lived'. Well, if you would call a shitty, run-down, and abandoned apartment a 'home'.

"I'm dealing with a heartbroken girl who wants a boyfriend to have fun with for a few months. It's utter hell." I muttered as we walked over to our beloved apartment. It didn't take long to reach it, as it was the only closest building to the torture chambers mother went to. The closer to the chamber the better for the other gods since there was an assurance of no escape from us. Like we would actually go pull that stunt off. There is now ducking escape.

"Be careful. The door's broken since someone had a rampage." I warned. We lived with two other beings who also wrinkled Zeus's Hawaiian shorts with dissatisfaction. Hades and Persephone, or as others call them: the thrown away lovers. Thrown away because that's exactly what happened to them in accordance to Zeus. They were thrown away and rejected because of their love for each other, which is pretty questionable. To put it simply, we were the tribe of disowned gods. Woohoo.

"Hades again?"

"Yeah."

Hades was a pretty laid back God, surprisingly. He loved being portrayed as some reaper who liked to steal souls and keep them in his domain, which isn't even his anymore, but he's just as soft as anyone else in the inside. But, he does have his daily rampages and curses that can make Athena shit her pants. Overall, he was like some kind of father who's tongue can spit out flames of sarcasm that almost sounds humorous. He wasn't what anyone would expect, and I suppose Persephone would be the reason why.

Persephone, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. She was more of a mother than my own mother could be. She worried everyday about everyone's well being and was the only woman who Hades would willingly back down in arguments. I suppose opposites really can attract.

"Look who it is, it's my dear baby Sasu-cakes." The man of the underworld cooed once I entered into our shared apartment. His usual wild, ebony hair was pampered, and it dropped like wilting flowers on his snow skin.

"Don't call me that."

"But Sasu-cakes~"

"Stop it," Persephone sighed as she was finally tired of everyone's shit. Mostly her lover's. "How was the punishments today, Lady Aphrodite?"

"It was alright." Mom choked on her words. Everything looked all too depressing with all of us in a dimly lit room. Perhaps I should open the blinds.

"Are you okay, Lady Aphrodite?"

I stood up and drew the covers open as the two women discussed amongst themselves. Sunlight penetrated the room with its heavenly glow, and a low hiss emitted from Hades's lips. Oh right, we never opened the blinds because he was like a fucking vampire.

"My bad." I apologized and shut them once more. Again everything drastically changed.

"What the hell duck-ass. You're like a son to me. How could you do this to your father?" Hades coughed. This dramatic fucker.

"I've got no father."

"I'm so hurt."

"Good."

"Persephone," he whined, earning the attention of the goddess. "Our son is growing up. Look his neck has hickeys!"

I clicked my tongue. I didn't want anyone knowing about it, and I never wanted attention; yet the marks drew everyone's curiosity in. Quickly rushing over to check, she harshly forced my head to face my left, cracking it slightly in the process. "You guys are already doing the nasty?"

She observed the marks on my skin and noticed that there were more on my nape. I couldn't see it, obviously, but judging by her expression, it was pretty bad.

"No. I don't even want to do that, especially not with her. She's a fucking psycho." I lightly touched my skin and flinched when I felt the love bites that were left on me. It was reliving to know that today would be the day where the end is marked in my second last mission.

"Psycho huh? Looks like you've got yourself a bit of a problem, Sasu-cakes." Hades mused as all three gods crowded around me, ogling the hickeys.

"I told you not to call me that." I growled and straightened my collar. All of them fell back as I fixed my dress shirt. "I'm finishing my mission. I won't be back until later. Take care of mother for me."

"Will do, sir." Hades smirked as he played with his locks. Nodding, I exited out to finish what needed to be finished. But how do you tell a psycho who isn't willing to leave you that you want to break up?

Unedited— Apr. 8 2018