"Borrow he says! BORROW!" Medusa's shout startled a snake from it's hiding place. Plant leaves shook as the reptile shot out from beneath the brush. A good sign, the ever doomed ex-priestess thought.
"Take it." She hissed. "Take it and count the days 'til we meet again."
She was not helpless. Might even be physically stronger then the god that held her down. Though what good would that do? In the end they were all destined to replay their stories. The stage would change along with the words and faces and none of that mattered. The end would always be the same.
No, not helpless. Tragic perhaps and that...that couldn't be helped when you were Greek.
"Boy, beautiful boy, I'm sorry. Sorry that you keep letting them use you like this."