Curse of the Love Scrolls

When I woke up, a godly face was staring at me. She was beautiful looking, more good-looking than any model. And somehow that made me want to punch in the gut. "So you found my scrolls, hmm?" She questioned, leaning closer to my face. Her breath smelled like cherries. I coughed. She jumped and gasped: "My breath smells that bad?" I sat up.
"Look, I'm sorry I found your scrolls and read them. Just please, please don't curse me!" I said, standing up. She smiled evily.
"Why would I want to punish you, dear?" She grinned. "Those scrolls are like... a million years old. I've changed." Then, her face turned serious. "But you are being put under house arrest." I stared at her.
"WHAT?! But the boys are so smelly!" I yelled. She glared at me.
"Well, that's your problem."
"But-"
"Goodbye!" She snapped her fingers, and I was in chains, sitting on my bed.
"Aphrodite!"

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