"He said-" Marcie gulped as she thought back, the vision of Apollo's face, twisted with righteous fury and agonising pain, spitting as he snarled at her and leaned in close, all blazing eyes and gnashing teeth- she shuddered with horror at the memory. But his words echoed, as she had gone over them in her mind so very often over the last days, and her eyes were a little vacant as she repeated them, her voice flat to try to iron out the trauma of it.
"You will die, and it will be painful as this violation of me. Your diseased, mortal body will rot from the inside, you are promised, you are cursed - you’re dead, you’re so fucking dead. And then- he kissed me- his blood in my mouth-" Nausea rose up and she had to put a hand over her mouth against it, the thick tang of his lifeblood coating her throat and filling her stomach, the copper smell of blood in her nose and mouth; it was like she was in that moment again, dragging her back all unwilling and she was shaking and flushing with a cold sweat, and her voice came out in a hiss. "I wanted him dead, I wanted him gone- I hate him, I hate him- how dare he-" She retched with the visceral reaction, her face wet with tears she could barely remember falling.