[R.E.D Route] Wait, what about the new patient?

Rachel Elizabeth Dare was anything but a normal child, even before an ancient fortune spirit possessed her body under the guidance of a Sun god.

Her father, Michael Elizabeth Dare was famously known as one of the most successful business men in the United States of America.

It meant that Rachel was born into a home so wealthy that she couldn't spend more than his father no matter how hard she tried.

She was not a spoiled child; far from it, in fact.

Rachel hated her father's wealth because it was generated under millions of demolished forests and people who got legally scammed out of their houses.

Not only that, but it also wedged a wall within her family.

Michael Elizabeth Dare only cared about his company and the money that rolled in with it.

He married a beautiful woman from a famous landlord in order to kickstart one of his major projects, and put a baby inside her just so he could have a successor to his throne.

"You should have been a boy."

Michael told Rachel whenever she slacked off in her studies, whenever she tried to resist from following the exact path he had laid out.

Needless to say, Rachel loathed her father.

Her mother, on the other hand, she didn't have any quarrels with.

On the other hand, Rachel was very sympathetic to her mother, Isabelle Elizabeth Dare.

the poor young lady who basically got sold off to an unloving man under the name of business, **** to live a life so full yet empty.

Rachel vividly recalled enjoying her piano music. She'd always go hide in her mother's room after getting harshly scolded by Michael.

"I wanted to be a pianist," Her mother had admitted one day, when Rachel asked how was she so good at playing the instrument.

"The melody struck my heart when I first heard it.

I've always dreamt of bringing people joy by my fingertips ever since."

"Then why don't you become one?"

Rachel recalled watching her mother's expression change.

Just for a moment, there was disappointment and sorrow etched on her face, before she quickly swtiched back her usual sweet persona.

"Your father wouldn't want his wife going out in public and potentially ruin his business."

Only several years later did Rachel realize her mother was also a captive to the cold-hearted businessman, as much as she was a tool for continuing his legacy.

So naturally, Rachel was very surprised and alarmed when her mother came to her one day.

She had told her that ever since she took a new pill given to her from Michael, she simply couldn't resist her husband's orders.

After hearing more details, Rachel recognized the symptoms being suspiciously similar to a brand new kind of mental disorder that was causing some hubbubs all over the world.

AGS—Absolutely Gullible Syndrome.

It wouldn't surprise anyone that Michael tried to intentionally give his wife the disease, just so he can control her more easily than before.

In that case, it won't be long before Rachel received the same pill.

As soon as she came to the conclusion, Rachel went for action.

She quickly ran away to Camp Half-Blood, where mortals can't locate no matter how much money they had, while sending her mother to a doctorto get some treatment.

Not a famous, well-known doctor; that would be too easy to track. It had to be someone obscure and unknown.

Rachel was pleased with her work, thrilled that she finally managed to give his father a retaliatory blow after years of **** and ****.

But everything went wrong when a picture message arrived at her phone.

"Huh?"

Rachel tilted her head when her phone vibrated.

Ever since Leo invented a 'Monster-Tracker Disabler', demigods were able to use smartphones without attracting every single monster in a 10 mile radius.

However, condenced electric waves could still be a threat, so they had enforced the barriers to block out regular electric waves.

The only phones that could connect to Rachel at the moment were her mother's, Percy's and Annabeth's.

The former was in the middle of a diagnosis and the latter two was on a vacation trip.

None of them had a reason to send her a message at the moment.

However, when Rachel opened up her phone, all of the questions were wiped from her brain.

"What THE FUCK!?"

Rachel shrieked. Her phone slipped out of her hand and dropped on the cold floor of the cave.

With her heart pounding rapidly, Rachel hurridly picked up the phone.

The message was indeed, sent from her mother, which meant someone else had a hold of her phone.

She called it immediately, but the receiver hung up without answering.

Then, a text popped up underneath the lewd picture.

[Only use texts until I say otherwise.]

Rachel gritted her teeth.

[Who is this?! This is not funny!]

she quickly typed on her phone and sent the message.

After an excruciating minute, the messager replied.

[There is no need for you to know who I am.

The only thing you should be caring about is that I have a hold on your dear mother.

If you make me unhappy, you'll find her in the midst of a cheap brothel within the next week.]

Rachel chewed on her lower lips.

She was furious at the anonymous man who was assaulting her mother, but she was also mad at herself for letting this happen to her.

What's worse, the last line was likely not an empty threat.

Since her mother had AGS, it would be easy to convice her to work as a whore for the rest of her life.

'I won't let that happen, no matter what cost I might have to pay!'

[Fine. What do you want?]

The message paused again, then replied.

[First, send a selife of you in nothing but an underwear in 5 minutes. You better look happy doing it.]

Rachel winced, getting her worst fear confirmed right off the bat.

It was already clear what this man wanted when he sent the first picture.

It didn't make it any less painful and revolting for Rachel, but she stomached the feeling for now.

Getting naked was far less horrific than what her mother was going through.

Luckily for her, the Cave of the Oracle was distanced from the main grounds of the camp, and there were seldom visitors.

After scanning around the cave to make sure there weren't anyone nearby, Rachel quickly dropped her cloak.

She worked off her shirt, unclicked her bra and yanked her torn jeans down to her ankles.

Then, she turned on the Camera App on her phone and swtiched the setting into Selfie mode.

She tried her best attempt at an eager smile, but her current situation made it almost impossible.

It didn't help that she was slightly controversial with her own looks, especially compared to Annabeth.

Nontheless, the time limit was close, so Rachel quickly snapped the shot and sent it.

[It's far from perfect, but good enough.

For your reward, I'll show you how your mommy is doing.]

Rachel gasped. Her fingers clenched around her phone so hard that her entire hand trembled.

In a fury, she quickly typed,

[Hey! I did what you said! Leave my mother alone!]

This time, the message came back almost instantly.

[I don't like that tone, Rachel.]

Rachel gulped. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to provoke her blackmailer.

After a few seconds, another picture came.

"Oh my god..."

Rachel put a hand over her mouth, shocked by the picture.

Her eyes traced over her mother's abused body, tightly bound by strong ropes and harness belts.

The red ball gag was glinting, covered with her saliva.

Her ass was covered with red handmarks and slightly blurrly from shaking constantly. A set of vibrator and anal plug sticking out from the rear.

"...mom..."

Rachel's breath got heavy as she kept staring at the picture. Without her notice, her free hand slowly edged closer to her crotch.

She snapped out of her stupor when another message popped up.

[I can do far, far worse if you displease me again.

Do you understand your terms?]

With a heavy gulp, Rachel slowly typed an answer.