No, I didn’t kidnap her. I didn’t need to. I stood from afar in the cool shade and watched how the sunlight bounced off her skin and life radiated from her pores, just as darkness radiated off of mine, and she danced in the meadow. It was her gaze that caught mine as she picked flowers, and her hand beckoning to me after she tucked one behind her ear, and her pink lips grinning a devilish smile as I found myself moving closer without thought. She entrapped me with her seemingly innocent but deadly ways. Oh, how the wind picked up and swept up her dress and she knew exactly how much skin she flashed and what it did to me. “Let’s play a game,” she murmured against my neck, “if you dare.” What I didn’t know was that she could feel the power inside of me, even from that distance, and she craved it. She took me for a fool and enslaved the god of the Underworld with love, of all things. She knew. She knew what I would do, what she made me do, and she wanted me to do it. Look at her now, cold and cruel and powerful at my side, ruling the Underworld with a daisy-clad, iron fist. No, I didn’t change her, I was simply a means to an end.