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Chapter 3:

At first Alice wasn't sure if Jafar was going to let her out of the bottle and she felt panic settle in. He had been searching for his third genie and now he had it. What was he going to do now?

The bottle shook and Alice had to brace herself to keep from tumbling backward. She could see Jafar's face clearly.

His brow was furrowed like he was considering something.

The bottle started to vibrate and Alice thought she would be sick. "Jafar?" she croaked. If she ever had seasickness this is what it must be like.

Alice felt herself being sucked out of the genie bottle. She was being stretched and it hurt. Then all of a sudden she was there standing beside Jafar once again. Immediately her eyes strayed to the body of Cyrus.

Jafar still held the bottle in his hands. His expression was a muddle. As if he didn't know what to do now that he had her.

Alice's lips moved without her consent and her voice spoke words of the genie about the three wishes and automatically she reached into her pocket and withdrew three wishes.

She groaned when her body was her own again.

Jafar took the wishes from her and deposited them in his own pocket, eyeing her silently.

Alice's heart sank as she realized all at once that Jafar was her master. She was completely powerless now. He could wish anything of her. Even her own death. She would have no choice but to comply.

Jafar moved his hand over the body of Cyrus and it disappeared. Alice didn't bother to ask what he had done with it.

"I think it's time to go home." Jafar said, mostly to himself but she heard him.

"I don't have a home." Alice protested.

"You do for now. In Agrabah, at my palace." Jafar began walking and Alice followed slowly behind.

She absolutely hated being dependent on someone. Especially Jafar of all people. She had to get free. She couldn't stay like this.

Jafar snapped and instantly there was a carpet in front of him. He stepped on it and waved Alice to follow his lead.

She stepped on the magic carpet, eyeing it suspiciously. She'd never trusted such contraptions. Her foot had barely touched the carpet before it took flight.

Alice had no choice but to grab tightly onto Jafar's arm to keep from falling off.

He completely ignored her. In fact he stood there as if she wasn't even there.

She wasn't sure why but suddenly she was very angry with the man…sorcerer…prince…king. Whatever he actually was. She finally decided on Prince.

He had begin intending to kill her dead for her wish's, then was suddenly helping her and saving her life, and now he was treating her like she didn't exist.

What was the matter with him?!

Alice gripped his arm tighter as the carpet did a nosedive and then swerved upward.

He looked down at her then. His eyes were cold and emotionless just like the Jafar she knew well. So he hadn't really changed at all.

He couldn't want to kill her anymore. She was too valuable alive. Alice had a feeling she was going to be enslaved to him for a long time.

Finally the carpet stopped and Alice was aware they were on a balcony. She had never seen the palace of Agrabah. She wasn't expecting it to be this beautiful. It was much more extravagant than the Palace of Wonderland.

Still the beauty of the Palace didn't keep her from dreading what was to come.

Jafar shrugged her hand from his arm and he stepped off the carpet. "I will show you to your rooms." His voice was so flat and emotionless she wondered if he was even human.

Alice didn't respond and just followed after him. She had a bad feeling. It was settling into her stomach and she felt sick.

The halls of the Palace were so big they intimidated her as much as the palace owner did.

Jafar went up a few flight of stairs, not saying a word. Alice was fine with that. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what he was thinking about.

Alice felt they going really high up. Just went she thought they were at the very highest point of the Palace there was another flight of stairs. And then Jafar stopped and unlocked a heavy wooden door.

Alice stared into the room and immediately tried to run away.

Jafar laughed at her efforts and struck her with his scepter. Instantly he was immobile. She couldn't move an inch. Jafar walked close to her. "Where do you think you're going, precious? Do you think you can run from me?" He taunted and ran his index finger across Alice's lips.

She closed her eyes to keep him from seeing her reaction. She didn't want to feel anything for this cold hearted man. Why did he have to stir such things inside of her?

Jafar yanked her into the room where cages were hanging. They were all empty. Except for one where a skeleton laid.

Alice screamed but couldn't move or struggle. He threw her into the closet cage, roughly.

He slammed the cage door shut firmly and walked away; leaving her in the dark.

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