Fuck fuck fuck, this was not where Luna wanted to be- not tonight, not anytime. Breathing hard she had no choice but to let herself be manhandled. But she had one other choice here that she could make, and that was to keep the anger in her eyes and not the fear. Don't let them have that. If she was about to be brutalized then fuck all of them. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her scared or begging. No, she'd never beg, not to Ares, and not to his little gang of clown-fuckers.
She didn't shudder at his tongue on her. Instead she asked, "you sure you don't wanna be saving this energy for your sister, you hillbilly-looking fuck?"
She wished that she was back in the loft apartment with Hermes and Peitho. She wanted Hermes stroking her hair, she wanted Peitho kissing her lips. She wanted her home. She'd had protection and love when she was with them, she'd had gods who-
Luna touched the pendant that hung against her chest. Hecate's silver moon that had once been to protect Luna. She had assumed that it was useless now, a pretty reminder and nothing more. But... was there any chance Hecate would come if she called for her?
Or was it worse to try it and find that the magic was dead, to let herself hope and then have it extinguished?
Luna felt paralyzed, every option available to her looking like a closed door.