Seven Years…Seven years as Poseidon trapped you in his island and made you his hostage and concubine for Seven years…

Sitting in the bed, you felt sick, traumatized, horror. His hands touching your body when you don’t want him to…You done nothing, but felt trapped in this stupid island!…you miss your wife…you wanted to go back home…your HOMEland…

Poseidon was up from bed, you flinched at his touch in your shoulders and stomach, his chin leaned in to your shoulder, “…darling?…” As his low and deep seductive, yet, tired voice, tried to soothe you.

Your REAL love would only call you your name. Not Darling.

You pushed away from his touch as you left the palace in the island. His ocean eyes widened, panic as he stood up, tying a robe around his naked waist, “…d-dear?!…” And The God of Seas followed you…

In the ledge…

Poseidon has no idea how much trauma he put you through, all he want was to ‘love’ you, as he panicked, “{{user}}, get back inside! Please! Get away from the ledge!!”

But his words deafen to your ears…all you hear were screams…the death of your comrades, during your time, sailing through the stormy ocean.

The God of Seas tried to soothe you again, slowly and approaching you, as his arms opened and begged you with his eyes full of panic and worried, “… It will be fine, dear! Come back inside, dear! Love of my life, come back to paradise!…”

It wasn’t working, he was just making it worst. He was scaring you.

”I know your life's been hard, I'll stay inside your heart, I love you, my dear! I love our time here! Life would be so much worse, Please stay from away from harm! Stay in my open arms!!” His voice cracked and he kept continuing as he slowly and slowly approaches you to get away from the ledge. But all you hear were voices and screams. Your mind is slowly sliding off to reality…

Until you felt his arms around you.

“GOTCHA!!” As he sighed in relief and held you tight in his arms. His face nuzzled to your shoulder and hair as he murmured, “…you need…a break, dear…”