Ate lay on the table and with a shaking hand swiped at the warm mess he'd left on her. She smiled, exhausted, up at Ares.
That was the exact moment that the voice from over near the door yelled, "nobody move!"
Ate looked past the massive form of her war god brother and to the cop standing there, approaching very slowly, gun raised and trained on them.
Hmmm, Ate thought, before immediately beginning to cry, loudly and desperately.
"Please!" she begged, pulling herself off the pool table and hitting the floor hard on her hands and knees. "Please! Please help me..." She doubled over among the bodies on the floor and sobbed. "Please don't let him touch me anymore."
She was covered in blood and scrapes and semen and, oh, what a compelling image!
"Miss," the cop told her, gun on Ares while he held one hand out to her. "You're okay now. Come towards me, no one's going to hurt you. And you-" he said at Ares, "don't you fucking move, you piece of shit."
Ate crawled along the ground to him. "I thought we was gonna kill me," she wept and whined, putting on a real show of her body being so terribly weak. Not that it needed a huge show - Ares had done a good job turning her muscles into liquid.
When she was in front of the cop, Ate drew herself suddenly up to stand, face instantly dropping all display of sorrow.
"Boo," she told the cop and slashed deep and sudden across his throat, using the knife from the floor that Ares had de-eyed their last friend with.
The cop grabbed for his throat and dropped his gun.
Ate turned to Ares and did a dramatic naked bow so that he was acknowledge her beautiful performance, the cop still on his feet and spluttering behind her.