Penelope went white. I remember how all words left her as Theseus removed his golden lined chest plate. What a thing to do, she was thinking. Confusion clouded her innocent mind. I however, being already quite a miniature expert on love, knew exactly what he was going to do to me.

Sometimes you imagine yourself in that type of situation, where you have a choice of what to do. Ideas where flying around in my head but none of them looked reliable. Theseus was going to rape me and there was little I could do about it.

I remember worrying about Penelope. I am pleased that I was perfectly unselfish, but that really should have been a moment when I concentrated on my own escape, rather than my cousin's comfort. I knew that they wouldn't touch Penelope in the same way that they all intended to touch me.

Or maybe it wasn't all of them. Maybe I was a king's prize. Sometimes I even think of myself as a possession. I remember almost giving up as three soldiers held me tightly, thinking to myself how many intended to take me, or if it was just Theseus. I wonder if he'd want the others to touch me.

I didn't want to see Theseus with his clothes removed, the thought repulsed me as did all men I hate. It is such a shame that such a beauty, as the body should be stained with some men's, most men's, sins. I at the age of ten had already learnt to enjoy what Prometheus had given us.

I don't remember shaking as such. I remember breathing deeply but not rapidly. I was frightened but I told myself that hopefully it would all be over in a matter of minutes. Then maybe I would be able to keep my life. That is if Theseus didn't want to take me with him, for surely if he did my life would end.

Oh woe, for bestowing a face of knowing on a maiden's body, I curse such Gods. Why should it be me that is the attraction of the people to Greece, not rather the golden palace halls, or mighty temples that stand to commemorate our precious Gods, who bestow on us the gift of life?

If I prayed any harder to Athena for a happy thought, or to Apollo for an escape without bloodshed then I may not be living, and will have suffered torment of a King for nothing.

Theseus was naked. I tried hard not to look at him, but as hard as I tried, it was harder not to look than to look. If I could say how scared I was, then truly I was not as scared as I was that moment.

I kicked and squealed as my own virgin white robe was removed from my fair shoulders. All in vain alas, as I was thrown upon the ground like so many scattered soldiers, but then I was climbed upon by a man I could not possibly compete with.

I screamed once more as I was taken, it was all in a moment of fear and I remember it like it was last summer. How everything seemed to flow before my eyes in black and white for truly no sound could accompany that terrifying scene.

I felt him, like the colours, flow within me and I tried to imagine it wasn't there, but like a raging fire it burned my insides.

I don't remember crying, but afterwards my face was wet with tears, as was Penelope's. She had tried hard to rescue me from a fate that she, like many other women, considered worse than death. I however, would rather keep my life. It is an upsetting thought that whilst such beauty could enrich a world, such evil could devour it, and I was now a stained beauty, not pure as so many other men had seen me.

When I opened my eyes from their tight closure, I noticed that he was already clothed. My eyes flickered, so many men were looking at me but I stayed on the floor like the mud that seemed to become apart of me.

Theseus raised his hand to me as he turned to leave.

"Thank you, my Princess." He said. Penelope was thrown to the ground and as the soldiers departed she crawled to my side and hugged me.

I was naked beneath her and so she held me all the tighter. She kissed my rosy face and cried into my breast.

"I am so sorry," she whispered to me, "So sorry." We hugged each other for what seemed like hours until I pulled away to put on my dress. I remember looking at the white, knowing that forever more it shall be stained like the women I see in the streets. What will they think when they see me in my colours? What shame I will bring!

Penelope and I walked back to the palace and we knocked on the doors. The wicked soldiers had not even entered to city which was surrounded with a sandy wall. They had purely come for me, and now that Theseus had me and had had me, I was with him and so they left.

The gates opened for the two princesses and we walked into the city and up to the palace.

A burning pain between my thighs prevented me for a quickening my pace, and instead we walked slowly. Such an event would make me cry for nights, and now at the age of twenty nine I have not forgotten it. It was when my summery childhood ended, and my cold teenage years began, for they could not get much worse.