No Date Rape Drug

Hades wanted everyone to believe that he’d raped me, but he really didn’t.

I screamed as he carried me off—because the theater of the situation demanded it—but once we were down below, he asked me if I wanted some champagne.

As a well brought up young woman, how could I say no, and I took the goblet from him, watching him politely take the first sip—assuring me that he was not poisoning me—this was no date rape drug—he wouldn’t lower himself to that.

I let the champagne touch my lips, letting it twist itself into my being and making the pomegranate seeds too completely irresistible.