Here's the second chapter. These chapters aren't going to be very long because I don't want to bore anyone with monologue. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 2:

No one ever understood me.

They judge me based on the exterior that I force up. That I'm okay with the way people see me, okay with the way they talk about me. Whore. Slut. A few among many of the names I've had spat at me.

It hurts far worse that the very people who insult me are those I consider family. Those blasted virgins are the worst. Athena. Artemis. The jabs never end. I pass it off as jealousy due to the lack of attention they receive. Then I realized that they get the same amount without having to do the things I have to.

This is what runs through my mind after another night.

I never asked for the negatively charged emotions that are directed at me. I'm a very attractive woman and I cannot help that. The moment I went to Olympus I was wanted for nothing more than my body. I accepted it. I had no choice, it was the only option available to me. I wasn't a gifted archer, or a braniac, or anyone viewed to have much power. Spreading my legs was my power and the only way I was ever going to be able to accomplish anything.

I gave the world something.

Love. Although I created it some say I don't know what it is. How wrong they are. I know exactly what the intention I had for love is. I intended for people to happy. Happy because they have found someone else to help them complete themselves. Happy because they have someone who truly cares for them. I'm not going to pretend that this creation didn't help me gain more power and popularity. It was something that everyone craved. Something that everyone wants to experience with someone else. I planned on using this to give me some actual power.

And it worked.

I became a major goddess by implementing this strategy. Could I really be blamed? I wasn't going to pick up a sword and learn to use it, I wasn't going to pick up a flute and learn to play. I was going to use my body and let them use me, I was going to learn to play men.

They give me attention.

It may not be the kind of attention many other females desire, but it was the only attention I was ever going to get. They worship me before they get the chance to take me, most toss me aside after they are finished. That is how I get my power. By drawing all men to me and not letting them have what they desire. After they get it I may lose the power that I once had over them.

There are exceptions.

Those who stay although they have gotten what they desire. These men consist of the major Olympian gods. I have been like a drug to these seven men. They are insatiable and appear to have a desire for me for an eternity. I don't know precisely what draws them in, but I know that I am thankful for it. Without it I would be nothing more than what I am called.

I watched men come and go

They'd pull back on the silk door

Request my services and leave

I was always left with nothing

Empty, with a few coins in my fist

And bruises on my waist

I'd never know the feeling of love

I chased it to no avail

Only bit on its heels

I watched men come and go

Every night

They never failed to leave me behind

I knew I'd never see them again

Except when they spat on my face

And uncovered my nakedness

I watched men come and go

In more than one sense

Disgusted with only myself