Mozenrath's head throbbed from the incessant screams of his prisoner mere moments before. How she had thrashed and writhed in her chains for so long, he couldn't fathom; perhaps she was prone to royal tantrums to get what she wanted from dear daddy Sultan. She would learn her mistake quickly. The shackles would not budge without the sorcerer's saying so, and all she'd managed to do by trying to break their hold was thoroughly chafe and wound her delicate wrists and ankles.
"What are you going to do to Aladdin?" she growled, nearly inhuman in timbre. They say hell hath no fury, but Jasmine's rage was a testament to that. No man, nor any living creature, was worthy of such a violent protective inclination. Hundred of thousands of creatures inhabited the Earth, and yet so much concern over just one. Though the living convinced themselves there was no equality of value, Mozenrath knew the truth of it. Whether dead or alive, all living things were equally worthless to the cosmic plan. He had valued the life of another creature more than others only once, and Destane had quickly put a stop to that.
"What have I told you, foolish boy? You can't hide anything from take your punishment."
"Please, Master. Show some mercy. It's just a baby," he whimpered, cradling the tiny orange kitten in his worn hands.
"I have been kind until now, boy, but I can be cruel. Don't think I won't kill you both in a Gommorah minute if you think you can disobey me."
The young apprentice felt his lip quiver as he offered the kitten to his master.
"No, boy. You have to do it."
The memory made him involuntarily twitch. That had been a painful lesson to learn. But he never dared to hide things from Destane after that. He studied long into the night, pushing himself beyond his limits to please his master, knowing full well he would one day surpass him. And when he did he gave Destane both a fitting punishment and an unnecessarily kind reward. Rather than allowing him the gentle embrace of death, he turned the monstrous man into a Mamluk. Destane would never be released from his animated state, but he gained the immortality all power-hungry fools hope for.
"Calm yourself, petulant girl. No harm will come to your precious street rat. What harm may befall you, however, is still entirely in your control. The sooner you learn to behave, the less I'll have to punish you," he drawled.
"When I get my hands on you, you'll be sorry you ever messed with me," she spat.
"Oh dear, it seems the princess doesn't want to listen to her master. Very well, then. If it's an attitude adjustment you want, it's one you'll get," he hissed back at her. With a flick of his fingers the chains went taut, forcing her flat against the wall. Now that she was unable to move, maybe she would bite her tongue. He approached her slowly, like a lioness stalking her prey. He could see her eyes widen in terror as the space between them grew smaller and smaller. Soon their noses were mere inches apart,and she could not maneuver away from him.
"Terror looks very cute on you," he whispered, gently nibbling her earlobe. Her breath hitched and he knew immediately how to make her behave. A virtuous girl like her would quickly be tamed by the expert touch of a wicked sorcerer. Though she was betrothed to the worthless street rat, she was still expected to remain pure until marriage. It seemed like an archaic value to the sorcerer, but he was not of royal blood. Perhaps it was easier to produce an heir if the woman was ignorant to carnal pleasures.
"Does your beloved Aladdin touch you like this?" His hands danced over her exposed midriff, careful not to nudge the fresh wounds. Her body shivered in his palms, reacting in ways he knew her mind did not want.
"Please stop…"she whimpered. His hands slid from her stomach up to her breasts, cupping them through her soft silken shirt. He felt the buds tighten under his hand, begging for more attention. It seemed the princess did not care for lingerie in the desert's heat. Taking his forefinger and thumb, he slowly twisted her nipples. She bit her lip, trying to suppress her cries. He suspected she had never even explored her own body this way, seeing how excited she was already. She could beg for mercy all she pleased, but her body wanted this. She wanted this, he could tell. He would not steal her virtue from her tonight, no, but he would leave her begging for him, logic drowned out by the swollen desire between her legs. He trailed his tongue down her neck and against her collarbone, provoking little squeaks from her pretty mouth. Before the day was through, Jasmine would be his willing servant. It would be refreshing to fall asleep with a warm body tethered to his.
"M-mozenrath please…"
"Please what, princess?" His tongue travelled lower now, gracing the flesh just beneath her sheer top. The skin was so smooth and supple he could almost taste her pulse.
"Don't stop."
There it was. It had been so simple to replace her rage with a raging appetite for things ladies weren't supposed to speak of. She was his now. As quickly as he had filled her with heat and wanting, he pulled away. His seduction of the princess was a far more fitting form of torture than mere abuse would be. But there would be time to bruise her, and times she would beg to be bruised.
"You couldn't have possibly been enjoying that, could you?" He smirked, making her face turn a brilliant red.
"I...don't know," she conceded, eyes glazed with lust. Of course a virgin would be vulnerable to the fresh intoxication that only the prospect of satisfaction could provide.
"Well, dear princess, I'm happy to help you come to a decision on that later. But you must behave. Would that be agreeable?"
She nodded.
"Very good, Jasmine. Now all that's left is to wait. Your precious fiance should be coming for you any time now."
Her eyes narrowed, the passion from mere moments before draining like water from an unstopped tub. It seems her compliance still had a ways to go.
"What are you planning, Mozenrath?"
"Uh-uh-uh! I thought you were going to behave yourself. I've already told you no harm will come to Aladdin. All I intend is to offer him an even bargain. How he reacts is outside of my control."
He wasn't lying. Aladdin could very well not agree to the bargain. And the sorcerer would deal with that problem if it came. It would be bothersome indeed to follow up on the threat he was going to dangle over the street rat's head, especially when it would leave him right back where he had started: alone.
