Screams danced across her marble room. The sounds humming into the flicker of fire, an empty fear trickled into her soul. Lost at the torcher, watching as so many probably burned alive in their own homes. Tears began to weld up from how the pain eclipse over her heart. Her fingers gripped her railing, gazing over those large stone walls. Her legs gave beneath her as she continued to silently watch through the gaps of marble. Strange warriors were breaking down the palace gates, killing all in their way. Servants and soldiers, man and woman alike… only difference was the women would meet a heart breaking torment before they would be ripped from their lives.

Rape…

Her fingers fell to her side in defeat. Her body swayed in disbelief and her silent tears dripped from her cheeks. Her people…the lives she swore to protect… suffering and she could not do a thing about it.

In the corner of her mind she could hear the yelling of her name being muffled by the large doors. Fists would bang away at the wood, frightened at what may be found inside. Surly men where already inside, and she would be a main target. The man screaming outside her lock door loved her. She knew that. She loved him too, but he was the one to cause this and it made her bitter at the sound of his voice. His body began to collide with the door, until it broke under the constant pressure. He stumbled in, yelling out for her. Silence meets the air when he saw her against the balcony rails, leaning into the cold marble, staring at the death below. His naked feet clapped against the floor, slowly working their way to her.

"Jasmine…" She wouldn't look at him; she didn't even return his that worried strain in his voice.

"This is your fault." Her voice was naught but a hallow whisper; she doubted he even heard her. She felt dead watching the suffering of her kingdom. Empty and broken; she almost felt like those meaningless feelings of 'love' where empting out into the soundless tears on her face. Anything she seemed to know about herself was dying in the flames of her kingdom. She forced herself to look back at him. His face was empty, like nothing happened. The orange glow of the burning city danced across his face, tainting his pure image in her people's blood. Those meaningless tears fell hard as she pushed herself from the ground, throwing her tiny hands into his body, doing little but push him back. "You killed them!" She pushed him harder, her heart was tearing and her throat felt like it had embers coursing down it. "You killed them!" his hands wrap around her wrists the moment they became fists, stopping her from the impact against his chest. She lurched forward, face against his naked skin. Feeling her body shaking and her knees threatening to fall weak he slowly laced his arms around her. He hugged her as tight as he could, even kiss her hair. She cried into him, she cried the hardest than she ever had before and he held onto her for ever second she did. His strong arms kept her standing, even though she couldn't bare it. Tiny fingers tangled into his violet linen shirt helplessly. "You did this…"

"I know." Her breath caught in her chest at his voice, realising how tightly he was holding on. He kissed her hair again, accepting her anger. She felt heavy in his arms as he slowly picked up her body, cradling it against his own. He was taking her away, into the corridors where screaming people dashed about, trying to flee for their lives. She watched, downing in her own sorrow. There were lifeless bodies on the ground; children crying while they stand next to murdered parents, women whose clothing were torn and bloody. Blood painted the golden walls... Everything seemed lost and her 'hero' seemed to bypass them all, their sad lives going unnoticed.

"Go back…" her voice was raspy from her crying, almost going unheard. He didn't react to her words, so she pushed. "Go back!"

"I can't…" dread washed over her. She tried to push herself from him, to be removed from his arms so she could go back for them. He held on tighter, so she couldn't move.

"Let go of me!" Struggling she pushed against him, kicking her legs. "Let go!" She felt the support under her legs disappear and her body was tossed against the nearest wall. Hands against her wrists, body almost against body. His face was empty, eyes full of regret.

"I won't, I will never let go. Not now." Fear poked needles into her chest as she gazed up at him. He had never acted like this before. He never had been so afraid to lose her and she had never been so afraid of his actions. For the first time he didn't have a plan… for the first time he had lost. His head hung as she stared at him. "I won't lose you…"

She wanted to comfort him, hold his head against her chest and stroke his hair. She moved to speak when the metallic shine cut off her words. It's glare bearing down from above them. There was a sudden blur of the blade and the only things her mind could seem to muster was the shock. Watching, knowing the worst.

Blood has an awful taste and felt clammy against her skin. She didn't comprehend what had happened… but it wiped away everything in a mere second.

Her body was overcome with shock, pulling her from dark memories that haunted her dreams. Quickly she reached out for a ledge, pulling her body from the depth of cold water. She gasped for air, coughing up the water she inhaled from the unexpected plunge. Her hair clung to her shoulders, her skin completely nude. She took in the sight, the dirt washing away from the water. She glared at it, the water did nothing; she still felt dirty. "Wonderful of you to rejoin the land of the living." A man's voice shook over her. He sounded sophisticated, and cold hearted, his words actually having no heartfelt worry of her. She curled closer to the water, hands cupping her exposed breast. "Please do not cover; it would be a shame to hide them." She cupped herself harder. He spoke like he knew, but she knew that he probably did. Slowly she gazed back.

He had sharp features and a bold chin, a man you could defiantly call Handsome. Clothed in fine silk pants with an expensive looking blue cloth wrapped around his waist, His chest was bare, yet he still look so elegant. He had mid back length ebony curls, and golden brown skin. Well-built and strong muscles sculpted his entire frame, perfect head from toe. She was captivated by his eyes, the way they fluttered against her skin was alluring, provocative and she wasn't exactly sure if she enjoyed or hated it. She noticed how he was leaning against large bed. Its bedding made from the finest Egyptian cotton, the colors of deep reds. She realised how luxurious this room looked, defiantly a room of a man who had plenty of wealth. Her eyes caught him again when he moved, his body leaving the comfort his bed to drift towards her. The smirk on his face looked far too triumphant to be comforting. "I certainly found myself a little treasure have I not?" His voice was so exotic to her ear. He knelt down to the bath's edge, arms leaning lazily against the rim. "A rare and beautiful desert bloom."

Instantly she hated the words that left him mouth, it reminded her far too much of Jafar. That damned man, leaving her in such a state. She could feel the shortening of words hit her. The lamp… where was the lamp? Desperately she began to look around the tent, completely ignoring the man who watched her so curiously. She moved to stand, but a hand laid on her shoulder and kept her from doing so. She looked at him, an untrusting gaze itching into his skin. He smiled in return. He stood then, a bottle of oils in his hand, he moved to the end of the tub so he had access to her hair. She followed him, watching as he dumped some into his hands then reached to massage them into her tattered hair. His fingers stroked her scalp, easing away all her worries with each circle. She could feel herself leaning into his touch, her mind so desperate for time to wash away all her worries. Her eyes drifted, half lidded in bliss. Scents of sweet honey and jasmine lingered in the air, threatening to drift her back into the darkness where sleep could haunt her. She could hear the hum of laughter come from deep in his chest as he played with her long hair. "Something tells me you have been through a lot." His fingers eased through the knots in her hair, bit by bit he returned her locks back into the silk it had once been. She lightly moaned out the last of her stress, her body finding peace at his touch. His finger moved to her shoulder's working the tense muscles. She let her head rest back against the rim of the tub. She felt at home again, with the servant's making her baths a lot more relaxing with the luxury of massage.

Home…

This wasn't home… She forced her eyes open, finding the handsome man staring down at her, enjoying the sight of her relaxing beneath his touch. His gaze made her feel uncomfortable. She began to realise she had given up trying to cover herself during the time he was washing her hair. She felt a pang of guilt, the people who bathed her at home where always women, she had forgotten where she had been and exposed her body. There was a dark rush beneath that thought. Her body had already been tainted, though it wasn't completely ruined. Sadly she looked away from him, giving up on protecting herself. "There is no reason to be shy. Your body is one to be displayed, not hidden." His large hands stroked across the tender flesh, making her flinch. He laughed as she glared up at him. "For a woman found wandering half naked in the desert you act awfully conceded. Rather like a woman who's never been touched." There was a fear in her eyes he left unnoticed. Her knees curled forwards, dunking her body under the cold water until it touched her lips. She wanted to avoid his touch, knowing exactly what it may lead to. She watched as he sucked in a sharp breath, head tilting to the side pondering the possibility. "You have… been with a man before, have you not?"

She remained silent.

A hand slip into his beautiful curls, and an irritated groan left his lips. "Fuck, here I was hoping to keep you." she wasn't going to lie, she was startled by is words. She watch him as he began to pace, long legs strutting back and forth from the bed to her, trying to find a way around his sudden predicament. His long fingers tapped against his chin, and his eyes watched her closely in return of her own gaze. Stopping in front of his beautiful bed he allowed himself to fall back against it. "Fuck." All she could see over the tub's edge was his waist down, and her eyes defiantly stumbling across the hard appendage making it know under the silk. She looked away quickly. Those… things where scary; were they normally that big? If they were she didn't know how other women managed. Men frightened her; they all seemed to think with to wrong body part when it came to women. Its weakness took control over any other emotion or sense of morals. She lowered herself in the water, nose deep. She glanced around the room, trying to find the closest exit just in case she needed to make a run for it. There was a thick cloth door around the corner of the large room, she caught the small edge of the red cloths and recognised it instantly. That was a way out and she was ready to run if she needed to. Silently she listened to the sound of his breathing, he hadn't moved from his spot on the bed, surprisingly she was thankful for that.

She let her fingers run through the stands of wet hair that swayed in the mesmerising glow of the water. Guilt, for some reason swayed as desperately the water did. Other men had seen her naked flesh, while her fiancée had not. He had hardly even kissed her; it was a rare time when they would be serious enough to be romantic. They had been so caught up with living their blissful lives that they forgot that love also involved being intimate. She glanced down at the naked flesh hidden under her blanket of black strands. Her lower body still felt dirty, like even if she scrubbed the flesh till it bled the stain would still be there. Teeth dug into her lips, thinking of how he would react. How emotionless would his face be? How much rage would be in his eyes? Her heart ached, he couldn't react… he'd never know even if she wanted him to. There was a throb in the darkness, silently advising her to stop thinking.

She wanted to forget…. But she couldn't.

There was a hand around her wrist, dragging her from the water and tossing her soaking wet onto the cotton sheets. Dumbstruck she laid there for a moment wondering why she didn't noticing him move, then realising she had been too distracted with her thoughts to even notice if someone had screamed into her ear. His body loomed over her, over shadowing her entire fame. The darkness in her soul purred in awe at the look on his face, it was such a pure lust that it sinful to even behold. Slowly she moved back, trying to gain space between her naked chest and his. Her eyes dashed about his face, confused when his fingers gripped her chin. Lips met lips, forcing the breath from her lungs. She screamed into it the moment she realised exactly what was going on, then his large hand clamped over her mouth, forcing the silence into her. Fists bounced against his abdominal, for the first time she struggled to be free and it was freighting to learn how helpless she really was, she didn't have a fighting chance. His hands locked around her wrists, pinning them above her head. He leaned into her small body, face in her neck and his hips rocking longingly against hers. He groaned, somehow still sounding irritated. "Damn it woman." He gazed up at her, eyes glazed over in heat. The darkness puffed deep inside her, warming like butter in her gut. She didn't like the new emotion's this abyss kept on introducing into her body. They were foreign, and frightening because of the possibilities. She wanted nothing to do with them. In her last second of panic she felt her knee collide with the soft tissue between his legs. She moved the moment his body gave under the pain. He rolled off her, groan of hurt deep in his throat.

She ran, heart rising in anticipation as she rushed towards the door. This time she would be free, this time she could save herself. There was a joyous leap as her fingers reached for the cloth, so eager to get beyond them.

A small painful scream ripped from her lips when her body was ripped back, the strain that came from her hair being tugged on was almost unbearable. Instinctively she reached for the hand in her hair, small fingers pleading for the pain to end. Her body crashed into his, one arm wrapping around her waist while the free hand made sure she could not scream. Lips pressed up against her ear, as he slowly backed them up, away from the door. "Trust me; going out that door will lead you to worse things. There is no freedom behind that door, only men who will take your sweet untouched 'flower' and tare it to shreds in the most painful way you could think of." She stiffened against him, and then a sigh breezed against her skin. "If they find out your untouched… then I cannot keep them from doing so."

Uncertainty lingered in her. That was the seconded time he mentioned that she was not to be virginal, how he couldn't claim her because she was. As much as the idea being claimed pissed her off she was confused. How was that a problem, she thought that men… liked it better? She felt embarrassed; did men actually not like virgins? There was a laugh behind her, like he had been listening to her thoughts. His hand let go of her lips, tenderly dragging across them then down her chin, neck… then in between her breasts. Instantly she leaned back into him, trying to remove his hand, only to have her ass push against the foreign appendage that eagerly awaited her touch. "Those men are the part owners of a very large harem, and enjoy testing out their merchandise. You have been taken here as a slave, so I claimed you as mine." Her unknown feels began to twist in her gut, turning into that deep hatred she was beginning to grow so fond of. "But, if they find you are untouched…" is voice lowered into a growl. "They will auction it to the highest bidder."

She choked on her breath, saying the only thing she could muster. "No…"

"You cannot let them fucking know, it'll be our little secret do you understand me?" Slowly she nodded, fearing the possibilities. She knew there was probably a 'but' that came with his words; she wasn't all that concerned at the moment of what it could be. To be sold to the highest bidder… were women always treated as such? Like animals to be bought and sold? She turned to face him slowly, taking in his handsome features. She could see he was trying to hold back on touching her, trying at least. For a moment he gave in, moving his face closer to her in need to have her lips. Fingers laced against her thigh's pulling her legs around his hips and her back against the closets wall. He pushed against her and her lips shuttered against the moan in her throat.

She hated herself. That sweet darkness was playing her like it was the puppet master, pulling all her strings. It clouded her mind and craved for power; the more intensive this burning in her abdominal got the more hungry for it the darkness was. She quivered under his touch, this was his 'but', they only way they did not know she was a virgin… was her not to be one for long. She felt her abyss smile. It was frightening to say she could feel the abyss in her soul smile. It wasn't something she wanted to be proud of. Her hips returned each grind, each push for more. The power she had over this man was driving her mad. She felt herself reaching to touch him, to touch his desirable body while he deepened their kiss. It turned into a deep battle between their tongues, both demanding dominance. Nails dugs into the flesh on his back as his fingers caressed the skin of her breast. Fondling the tender skin beneath weary fingers, she moaned into his kiss, almost demanding more.

She began to shake, the abyss of her soul overcoming her gut twisting fear. She wanted to stop, she wanted to run. Fear… and lust, what a terrible mixture.

Two voices slowly traveled down the corridor, slowly making their way towards the door. "Found the bitch two nights ago. The fucker claimed her the moment we even set eyes on the minx." The man speaking was obviously older. His voice raspy with age, a bitter laugh rocked through him. She could feel anger bubble in her chest. She wanted them to go the fuck away; they were getting far too close to this room. The man below her moved deliciously, forcing a sweet noise to leave her throat. Her neck arch back, chest pushing forward and lips flicked against her breast. She could almost feel her toes curl. She had forgotten about the other men, who at that moment, slipped back the thick red curtains to walk into the tempting scene.

The amused laugh of the old man made her freeze. The man beneath her let out a low growl against her chest. "Go… Away Makia."

Makia chuckled. "Oh, I would not even if I didn't have a reason to be here. May I be fucking damned; she is quite the beauty isn't she. You will have to let me have a ride on the bitch, Ramses." Jasmine didn't know what to do; the embarrassment knocked the sense back into her. She had been completely overcome with the need that she had forgotten what happened not to long before. How could allow this… after that? She felt disgusted with herself. "Now, do tell Sir, is this the lovely cunt you were speaking of?"

A deep chuckled danced against her ear and her heart dropped. "Well, you are certainly not exactly a damsel in distress are you, Pussycat?"

Once again words seemed to leave her, but she managed at least one to leave her lips. She looked at him. A shadow swept deep in his eyes, and hate seemed to loom over his figure. She couldn't explain how frightening he looked, staring down at her. He certainly didn't enjoy the sight, and she almost wanted to beg for forgiveness. "Jafar…"

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