Innocence is something that shouldn't be taken with force... Persephone P.O.V

A/N: Hi, this is my first fanfiction that I've actually posted and I hope you enjoy the story. Just a warning this is an extremely dark tale of how Hades kidnapped Persephone and is not appropriate for people underage. I love this couple, but it sometimes it disturbs me when people write of rape as if it isn't a big deal, that it's something that people just get over. with that in mind i hope you enjoy the style of writing and give me constructive criticism.

once again this is a story of rape and may offend some people...

Harsh Realities

I let my hands glide over the long golden grass of the Eleusinian Fields, a smile grows upon my face as I hum a familiar tune my mother once sang for me. Closing my eyes I lift my face towards the rays of the sun, I still see the brightness beneath my eyelids. I enjoy the moist ground beneath my bare feet as I dance an unknown dance to myself, occasionally signing words with the music in my head. I imagine the blossom of flowers and examine my work as I sway to the music, still humming and still smiling while I feel the sun on my back. Today is so beautiful, another glorious day of summer, the sun high above the earth with no cloud to threaten it's divine warmth. I drop myself gently to the ground, listening to the sounds of nature that stir around me, to be a goddess of the earth is truly a blessing, I think to myself as I look around the fields. Suddenly my breath gets caught in my throat as I see a flower I've never seen before. Tilting my head I walk towards it until I notice it's out of my mother's sacred fields. I stare at it hesitantly, wanting to go over and study the new flower, but not wanting to get my mother angry. I look around to see if any one is near, and with no one around I'm still hesitant about inspecting the flower. I don't understand how I could not know of this flower, but the flower seems to draw me towards it and my curiosity gets the best of me. I walk away from the safety of my mother's gardens cautiously and bend over to look at the strange flower. It's petals of snow white delicately curve towards the stem while the inner most petals are a vibrant orange, I gently touch it and decide to show my mother.

Pulling out the flower by the roots I go to carry my findings to my mother, until feel the ground shake. Looking behind me I see the hole where the plant once was begin to grow and crumble, a loud roar comes from the ever growing hole as I decide to run to mother. But never had I seen the earth open like this, all from a tiny flower. I hear the sounds of hooves and come to face with four black horses that eyes glow blood red. I forget to breath as I take in the large golden chariot with engraved designs as well as the tall armored man holding the reins. I feel terror fill my veins as I make eye contact with the stranger in the helmet, and make a run for it. As I turn away a hand grabs my wrist and drags me onto the chariot, holding me close to a firm body. I scream as the master of the horses whips his reins and the horses drag us beneath the earth. Darkness engulfs us as I start to cry still trying to struggle out of this mans grip on me. But soon light follows the darkness though this light does not belong to the sun. Momentarily I am frozen at what I see, a glowing green river flows beneath the chariot as the horses continue running. I don't understand how water can glow until I realize that water does not flow through the river but souls. I grow paler as the realization of seeing deceased souls and know where I am, and who this may be. Hades, God of the Underworld.

Finding my strength I continue my fight as I try to pry his hands off of my waist, I try to scratch, bite, punch and kick at the armored god, the stories of this man screaming at me. He is known for his cruel and merciless ways on Olympus and on earth, a reputation that I have always believed and can now confirm. The four galloping stallions come to a stop as their master grabs my waist and throws me onto his shoulder, holding tight onto the back of my legs. The doors are thrown open as we walk through his kingdom, feeling his power when he commands them to open on their own. I try to roll off of his shoulder as I continue hitting him and screaming, commanding him to let me go. I am almost dropped but I hear his growl and feel him aggressively readjust me on his shoulder. My tears still fall from my eyes as I struggle and the feeling of helplessness settles in my heart. It's not until the last door we enter that true fear hits me though. I notice the room he has lead me in, and feel the soft cushioning of a bed breaking my fall. My eyes widen as I try to scramble off it, almost falling in my hast to leave this man. He takes off his helmet and for the first time I can truly confirm that this is a man and not a beast, but I don't dare take in any other features of him as I race towards the still open doors. The double doors slam shut before I have the chance to escape and I start screaming and banging my fists onto the doors for help. I feel him grab my waist and throw me onto the bed again, as if I am just a play thing and see his deep dark eyes. I shudder, trying to crawl away from his figure as he begins to walk towards the bed. I don't recognize the look in his eyes, but I recognize the stories my mother once told me. She had warned me against the advances of men, especially this kind, taken by force. Now for the first time in my life I beg, plead with my life for him to stop, for him to take pity and not rob me of my purity, my virtue.

I am so scarred that my body freezes as he gently places his palm on my face, his eyes trying to look into mine, as though he is trying to calm me. I am still begging for mercy looking into his eyes, praying to my father that he will save me. But I pull my face away from his lips avoiding, denying him a kiss, so he grabs me by the back of my knees and pulls them forward. I land on my back and stare up at him, into his dark eyes as he looks down at my body and I see all hesitation leave his mind. He grabs the front of my white gown and tears at it, revealing my pale body beneath his. I start to struggle again, knowing reason won't be found with him. I fight with everything I have in me, I scream my curses at him and scream for help but my cries for mercy from any one are left unheard, he roughly grabs my failing arms as they continuously beat down onto his bare chest, he holds them above my head and I feel my tears roam down my face. I keep thrashing beneath him and notice him adjusting the front of his pants. I go to knee him where he pulls out his erection, but to no avail, I hear him growl at my attempt and he harshly opens my legs and places himself before my entrance. I close my eyes and look to the side, feeling his breath against my neck but as I feel him intrude I can't help but let out a scream of pain. My eyes shoot open as I feel him inside of me, feel him thrusting in and out of me. I continue to cry and pray that this is a horrible nightmare that my mother will wake me from. But I know it's not, the pain is too real to deny, to imagine, and as I go limp underneath him, my new pray is that he finishes soon, that he gets his need, lust, his crime over with so I wont feel the pain any more. I feel my self die, the purity ripped away when he fills me with his seed and collapses on top of me.

So this is how purity feels when its gone, the pain between my legs is the proof that I'm not an innocent maiden any more, that I am unclean. I refuse to look at him and hold in my tears, though he saw me cry already. My jaw is clenched and my chin is upright, facing towards one of his walls. I feel him pull out of me, I feel the cold seep in when his body leaves mine. I tightly close my eyes as I hear him dress and leave the room, and pull my self to my knees. Feel the liquid between my legs and see blood on his white silk sheets, I know that this is from his attack and not my moon cycle as it has his seeds mixed in with it. I move away from it quickly because it confirms reality and my breathing becomes labored, I feel as if I am drowning and there is no chance to get to the surface. I feel a pressure against my throat and taste bile in my mouth, I try to control my stomach but naturally I bend to my body's will and lean forward to throw up, emptying the breakfast I had with my mother only this morning. I still feel tears run down my face as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I get up to leave his bed but my legs give way as I feel a stabbing, raw pain deep within my abdomen. I lie down onto his cold marbled floor and let out an agonizing scream so the world, heaven and hell can know my pain. Tiredness seems to envelop me suddenly my eyes stinging from their tears, as I try to blink away sleep. But my last thoughts are of my mother, and how she will not accept me once she finds out her baby daughter is now not a virgin, is not pure or clean any more.

A/N: further note i don't know whether to leave this as a one shot or not, either way let me know. I you want more chapters i'll do what i can but will probably have to rename it and all any way thanks for reading :)

P.S sorry if this has offended anyone