Sorry for the delay. Besides my college projects, my computer's been acting up. I'll be taking to the computer shop on Monday, so there won't be any updates until I get it back. But, for now enjoy the chapter.
Chapter Two- Escape Attempt
The feeling of something cold and hard beneath her drew her out of her sleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She gasped when she saw Mozenrath lying beside her and staring hard at her. She sat up fast and glared at the wizard as he stood up and brushed off his clothes.
"Rise and shine, princess. Breakfast awaits." Grasping Jasmine's arm, he hoisted her to her feet and out of the dungeon to the dining room.
Jasmine thought and plotted as she sat on Mozenrath's left. The first thing she noticed was that she had become human at dawn. The second thing she noticed was the silver cross. She recalled Mozenrath saying that as long as he wore it, he controlled her. So, all she had to do was remove and destroy it. Simple enough. Acting fast, Jasmine reached out and grasped the cross. A searing pain burned her palm. Uttering a cry, she pulled away and saw a raw red burn on her hand.
Mozenrath, instead of being irate, chuckled darkly. "You have a lot to learn about being a werewolf. You're allergic to silver now as your hand can testify."
Jasmine winced as the pain. The sensation was soon replaced with a feeling of despair. She couldn't remove the necklace because silver hurt her and the chain was silver too. She was truly in his control.
Mozenrath smirked. He saw Jasmine's shoulders sag when his words sank in. She was coming to the realization that she was powerless against him. Good. She would be less likely to rebel. He watched her throughout breakfast. He wished to display to her how much power he had over her. He soon got his chance.
"Better eat your food. I want you strong when I'm ready to conquer Agrabah."
Jasmine, who had been simply picking at her breakfast, found that she couldn't resist the commanding tone in Mozenrath's voice. This fact showed her that she would have to do anything he commanded, whether she wanted to or not. That meant that she would kill Aladdin because Mozenrath will order her to do so! As she thought of her boyfriend, a surge of love went through her. She would try to resist her captor. 'I won't let him control me. I'll escape and hopefully find a cure.'
"What are you thinking about?" Mozenrath asked. There was no command in that tone, just curiousity.
Without answering, Jasmine leaped out of her seat and bolted from the Citadel. Through the deserted streets she ran, pushing aside any Mamluks in her way. Ahead of her, she saw black sand giving way to regular sand. She would soon be free! Her sudden bolt threw Mozenrath off and he was unable to command her to stop before she got too far to hear. The pleasedness (for want of a better suiting term) at her cleverness and elation at her freedom turned to pain when she collided with an invisible barrier. An electric shock coursed through her and she fell into unconsciousness.
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"You'll pay for that escape!" a voice screamed when she came to. She winced at the high decibel. Blearily opening her eyes, she saw Mozenrath fuming above her. Her insides shook with terror. What was he going to do to her? Torture her with silver, maybe? He certainly could do that. However, she was still fueled by her love for Aladding and a desire for escape. Getting to her feet, she tackled the sorcerer, punching everything she could get to. She hoped to render him unconscious long enough to find a way to remove his control on her.
Unfortunately for her, Mozenrath recovered quickly from this sudden attack. Using his gauntlet, he blasted Jasmine off him and onto the floor of the dungeon he had placed her in. Grabbing a silver whip from nearby, he brought it down on her back. She cried out as the whip left a raw burn on her skin. He brought the whip down several more times until Jasmine could hardly move. Kneeling beside her, he said, "Hopefully, you'll be more cooperative when the moon rises tonight. You will learn your place, princess." With that Mozenrath left, the dungeon door slamming shut behind him.
Jasmine sighed, trying not to agonize her back further. Would she be more cooperative tonight? If she had her way, the answer would be no. but when the moon rose, she would transform into a wolf again and with Mozenrath wearing that cross, any order he gave her, she would have to obey
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A few hours later, with moonrise minutes away, the dungeon door opened and Mozenrath strode in, carrying a bundle of straw. Setting the straw aside, he approached the wounded woman, who looked at him blandly. She hissed slightly as he ran his left fingers lightly over the whip marks.
"They're healing nicely," he commented.
"Are they?" she asked softly. "They still hurt."
"Oh, yes. I imagine they still hurt, but the marks are almost gone. So, judging from your behavior, I take it you won't defy me anymore?"
"I dislike the pain, so I'll obey to avoid more."
"Very wise. When I conquer Agrabah, perhaps I'll make you my wife."
Jasmine noticed that Mozenrath was more...friendly, for want of a better term. Her eyes focused on the window where she could see the moon beginning to rise. She closed her eyes to prepare herself. For a minute or two, there was only blackness, and then there was glowing white. As before, there was pain, but it was less so because the spell was what caused the unbearable pain from before. This time when she howled, she did not cut it short. She opened her now solid red eyes to see her master setting the straw up into several bundles.
He turned to see her sitting with her head tilted to one side. "You have a question? You can still talk."
Surprise filled her eyes before saying, "What's the straw for?"
"Your real training. Your decision to obey came sooner than I expected, so I've stepped up my plan."
'My real training? What does he mean?'
Ouch! Jasmine and pain. Not a very good combination, but it was neccessary. Pretty much because I say so. Next time, find out what Mozenrath meant by her real training.