I thought I'd post this while I can. I don't know if I'll be able to post for a while or not. I won't have internet the rest of the month. I don't have wifi at home so I use my smartphone's data and hotspot. I only get 2 gbs a month and I'm on my last few Megabytes. Sorry guys. I will be writing I promise. Except to get a few chapters in a row in April.
Chapter 6:
Alice's shackles were tighter than the genie bands. They both circled her wrists. The shackles began chaffing her arms.
Jafar was angry. His eyes were cold and she kept her distance.
The next moment he was dragging her into the halls. He dragged her so quickly Alice stumbled and he was yanking on her chains. If she hadn't kept her footing she was sure Jafar would've dragged her body along the marble. She made sure that wouldn't happen.
Whatever had made Jafar so livid she hoped she'd never do it again.
She found herself dragged into a room surrounded with bottles and such. It reminded her of the asylum. Without thinking another moment she ripped herself away from Jafar and fled down the hall. It wasn't long until she was yanked back hard. Right into his chest. Alice didn't have anytime to think about what it felt like to be this close to him if she even had wanted to.
Jafar all but carried her into his lab. Alice fought hard against him, but no amount of beating against him made him release. In fact it made his hold grow tighter.
He pushed her onto a metal table.
Alice felt panic rise up into her. White hot fear settling into the pit of her stomach and it turned into a high pitched scream.
"No! No!" she bucked against Jafar as he strapped her firmly to the table. "No!"
Jafar either wasn't listening or only ignored her screaming. He left her lying on the table and picked up a vile. Examining it between his long fingers. "This should take care of it." He was talking to himself.
"Take care of what?" Alice tried to keep from trembling. She didn't like feeling like she was reliving her asylum days. She wanted to get away!
Jafar turned to look at her, his eyes were cloudy but it was gone in seconds before he turned away. He picked up not one but two needles. He filled them both up.
Alice struggled against her bindings. Her body was visibly shaking. She didn't want him to know how frightened she was. No matter what she did she couldn't stop shaking. Not even when he walked toward her with the two needles in hand. The sight of him only made her shake harder.
He set one of the needles down as if it wasn't meant for her.
"Please don't do this." Alice strained but the bindings held fast.
Jafar bent down toward her and her heart quickened. What was he doing?
He smoothed a piece of hair from her face then stroked her arm, soothingly. "It'll be alright."
It wasn't long after he began stroking her arm that Alice relaxed. She didn't understand how the person that she was frightened of was able to calm her as well. It didn't make any sense.
She wanted to be scared but as he continued stroking her arm, her hair and then finally her face, Alice knew she couldn't be. She forgot about the needle in his hand. All she could think about was Jafar and how he made her feel. Safe once again and the strangest feeling of all…love. It was confusing and it didn't make any sense. She couldn't love him. How could she love such a cold man? Hadn't she loved Cyrus? Didn't she still have feelings for him or were they all false? She hadn't once thought of him since he had forced her to become a genie.
Alice found Jafar leaning over her until they were unbearably close that their noses touched.
She stared up into his eyes almost losing herself. She saw the same emotion in his brown eyes. There was love. Underneath his hard exterior there was love…for her.
Jafar pressed his lips to hers. She felt electric shock run through both of them. It was a wonderful feeling. She kissed him back putting all the words she could never say into the kiss.
Alice felt her face become wet and she didn't know why at first. That was until she looked into his eyes again.
"I'm sorry." Jafar said against her lips. He kissed her softly again, cradling her head in one hand.
The needle jabbed into her chest quickly and Alice screamed.
Jafar stumbled back and grabbed the other needle. His hand shook as he held it. His eyes were glazed over from tears.
Alice felt as if her life was being sucked out as she stared at Jafar in horror. What had he done? What was he doing?
He plunged the second needle into his chest with a jerk, not making a noise. She could see it in his face that it hurt him as much it did her.
And then Alice didn't care any more if it hurt. She felt nothing. There wasn't anything to feel. Whatever he injected into her had made her feel nothing…
Jafar dropped the needle to the ground. His face becoming stone as he went to unstrap her from the metal table.
This was it.
Nothing…
This was a very intense chapter to write. Let me know what you think or ideas and etc.
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