Jason is running through the marketplace of Atlantis. He pulls me over his head as he runs. I'm being worn! The happiness that spreads through my fibres declines as I realise that this will not last. Jason will probably toss me aside again. Four times in one day. That would be a record.

As Jason runs, his body chafes up against me. I can feel his chest rub against me, sweat droplets forming along his perfect physique. The physique Pythagoras once described, in his private room, as "The perfect body. I want to look at him at the right angle and scalene up that man"

Being so close to Jason's chest as he ran, his sweat fills me. I enjoy the sensation, my seams groaning, threatening to split due to the pressure applied to them. I feel on the edge,

Jason, I can't take this anymore. P-p-please Jason. n-n-nyahh!

Though I think I can't take it, Jason carries on at a punishable speed. His rugged panting moves his chest, and therefore myself, up and down repeatedly. Jason slows to a jog, then finally stops. The wind ripples through me, I quiver. I'm done, It's been a long time since we've done this.

Thank you Jason.

As I catch my breath, I check my surroundings. We are by the palace, hiding in the shadows.

Why are we hiding, Jason?

"Ariadne" Jason said, in a slow seductive tone. Who was this woman?

Jason takes her in his arms. The woman known as Ariadne tightens her grip around Jason, crushing me between the bodies.

No! I did not sign up for this! I do not want to be touched by this woman. Deep inside my cotton, I feel anger at this woman for touching me. Not only this, but I feel anger, spite, and menace towards Jason for the first time in my life.

Jason, why can you not treat me the way you treat her? Why can you not love me? This woman will leave you. I never will.

A dark plan starts to form in my mind.

To be continued...