A/N: I own no-one. This is set during The Return of Jafar, which my well-meaning fiancé brought home recently, and despite how bad the movie is, I found a plot bunny...

Enjoy.

Deal

It had been a few days; three, to be exact, by the small amount of sky that Jasmine could see through the high window in the top of the tower. And while she wasn't feeling kindly disposed at all towards Jafar - she was hating him more and more with each passing hour - she was beginning to feel rather desperate.

Day one

Aladdin was dead.

Jasmine was sure of this news, as Jafar had told her this news to her face, barely unable to control the wild smirk on his face, which only grew larger as the tears had welled in her eyes. He'd told her that he had walked away to the sound of the sword swiping through skin, muscle and bone, and how most satisfying that sound was.

The moment that her grief gave way to humiliating anger was his follow-up comment, that the only sound that could be more satisfying to him would be the sounds that the Princess would make to himself, and him alone.

After Jafar had left the room, no one dared to speak, and no one could've found their voices if they had even wanted to; the others too disgusted to say anything, and Jasmine not only felt disgust, but fear as well; pure, cold-blooded fear. And she wondered how long it would take for her to die if she went without food or water, as Jafar was thoughtfully not providing either.

She could only hope that his words meant something else, anything else, than what everyone thought he'd meant. But each time Jasmine thought of the words - which, between that visit and his next, were plenty - she could only realise that she would be kidding herself if he'd meant anything else.

Day two

Jasmine had looked at the others worriedly, her father, most of all. In the heat of the tower, she could see the others struggling for food and water, but she wasn't sure how long her father could hold out for. His health was already slowly slipping into decline, and he was now sweating profusely, his breathing coming in shallow gasps.

She knew that she could hold out a little longer, and when Jafar entered the tower, it was just a matter of if she wanted to.

Jasmine watched in disgust as his first order of business was to magically change her outfit, returning her into her slave girl outfit; the deep, blood red matching his own robes. She couldn't ignore the primal growl in his throat when he commented on how much better she looked in his colours, now that she was his.

She would never be his, she snapped back, and the fear began to rise in her as darkness enveloped his face, his footsteps silently making their way towards her. Despite the fear, she glared up at Jafar as he stood before her, confirming what he'd said before, and couldn't pull her head back in time as his lips crushed against her own.

Jasmine shrudded involuntarily against his touch, her lips pressed tightly together against his, not allowing him access. She'd forced herself to kiss him only weeks before, when he'd been sorcerer, but with the more pressing issue of Aladdin's safety on her mind at the time, she hadn't registered how the kiss had felt, she hadn't even wanted to think about it.

And now, she fought against him as he became more frustrated, his mouth demanding that she open her own under him. Her hands chained, Jasmine couldn't stop Jafar's hand slipping into her hair, pulling her ponytail back, causing her to whimper gently in pain.

But despite the emotion, Jafar only heard the whimper, and stepped back from her in satisfaction, his eyes dark. And without saying a word, he allowed the tip of his tongue to run over his top lip slowly, and left the room.

Day three

When Jafar came to see his 'pussycat', as he liked to call her, Jasmine was desperate. She could see her father struggling to keep his eyes open; the others were either fast asleep now or comatose; she hoped that they were asleep, but in her heart, she knew otherwise.

Jafar had a deal for her, if she wanted to hear it. Jasmine knew she had no choice, but couldn't tear her eyes away from her father, knowing that she might agree to this, believing that she was certain she knew what his deal would be.

Jasmine was not disappointed.

If she... played with him, as Jafar put it, then he would get her father, and the others, the help they would need to remain healthy. Besides, it was in her best interests to do so.

Jasmine held her father's gaze as she felt herself seriously considering, much to her breaking heart. She closed her eyes as she felt a tear slip down her cheek, her voice hoarsely asking Jafar if he promised to let them go if she agreed to his wishes. He had to promise, for the pain to be worth it.

After, he murmured. And he let her out of the chains, only to chain her to himself.

And Jasmine followed, her heart not completely believing him, but making a deal for her father and friends, with no other options left.