I wasn't taken, Mama. I went willingly, pomegranate juice staining my lips ******.
I am not helpless, Mama. I am darkness, power, a Queen. You gave me flowers and he gave me his everlasting worship.
I am his queen, Mama, his goddess. He says that I am the one that brought him to his knees, Mama, and he is right. I am a terrible beauty, and oh, I put him on his hands and knees in worship.
Do not come looking for me, Mama, because your innocent flower is nowhere to be found. All that is left is blood and bone and pomegranate juice staining my hands and mouth and setting me free.
Another one that I've had in my notebook that I never got around to posting.