Like some sort of maniacal page brandishing a fiery wand I found her. I rode my golden fleeced sheep into her house and found her. Now don't tell Demeter, but I stole Persephone and force fed her tiny red granules.
I have her.
I bound and gagged her.
In the crawl space.
I hear her. Kicking the door, muffled sobs in the night, hoping someone will let her out, but down here in the dark she's nobody special. There is no white knight on a ship to rescue her, no Herculean king to order her release.
If you want her Demeter, come claim her. She's down here, kept here, beat here, and drowned here. Make your flowers blossom now bitch.
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