When Jasmine woke, she was in her own room once again. 'I really hate him!' she thought as she stood up and looked in a mirror. Bruises adorned her face and arms. She was sure they covered her legs and other areas as well. She hurt everywhere. She lay back down. Somehow today, she was going to have to find the strength and courage to separate herself from the man she thought she loved.
Iago arrived first for breakfast. "So, what're we having today?" he wondered aloud. A servant walked over and placed a plate of food on the table in front of him. "Hey, not bad!" He picked up a bagel and tried to take a bite. It wriggled free from his grasp. "What the…" He began.
Suddenly, the bagel started growing…. And turned blue! Genie sat up and yawned. "That is the last time I sleep in the toaster!" he complained. He began tapping the side of his head, shaking toast crumbs out of his ear. A Stitch-shaped inner tube popped out. "Hey, I was wondering where I put that!"
"Genies!" Iago slapped his forehead. "Ya can't live with 'em…"
Soon, everyone was seated at the breakfast table. Everyone except Jasmine that is. "I wonder why she's not here yet." Al said.
"Ah, never mind her," the parrot advised, "skipping a meal or two is healthy for women. It helps 'em keep their figures ya know."
"She wasn't feeling very good yesterday. Maybe I should go check on her."
"Al, I'm sure she's fine. She said it was a 'girl' thing, leave it be. Enjoy breakfast for once."
"I'm going to check on her."
"OK, but don't blame me when all the pancakes are gone when you get back!"
"Jasmine?" she heard that awful voice call her name. She heard a knock at her door. "Jasmine, are you OK?" The door opened a small bit.
Jasmine sighed. She really had to get a lock for that thing. Now would be as good a time as any to tell him her decision though. "Come in", she said aloud. If he tried anything here, she could have the guards in here in an instant.
"Are you ok," he asked gently. She wasn't buying his mock concern anymore. He moved to sit down next to her.
She stopped him. "What I have to say to you won't take long." She told him icily.
"I just came to see if…"
"I'm breaking up with you." She said in a rush. "I never want to see you again. Get out of the palace within an hour and no legal action will be taken."
Her words were like a thousand poison-tipped needles all stinging him at once. "Wait Jasmine…" He put his hands on her shoulders.
Jasmine winced and pulled back. He noticed her bruises for the first time. "Jas, how'd you get these?" he asked, concerned.
"Leave me alone!" she told him, somehow managing to keep her voice from breaking. "I said I never want to see you again!"
"Jasmine, just tell me how…."
"No!" her voice was rising. "Get out!"
"Just talk to me. Tell me…."
Jasmine was fighting tears. "Get out!"
Aladdin grabbed her shoulders again, not thinking. "Not until you tell me how this happened!"
Jasmine winced in pain. She fell back unto her bed. "Leave me alone," She
said weakly, through her streaming tears. She threatened to use her last resort. "Or I'll call the guards. And," she started to shake, "If needed, they can perform an immediate execution."
"I'm going." He told her sadly. But if you ever need…."
"I won't." she said simply, and buried her face in a pillow.
Aladdin walked back toward the kitchen. When he arrived, Genie greeted him.
"Hey Al," he said cheerfully, how about we go date picking today? We're getting kinda low."
"Actually, guys, um, the palace won't be concerning us anymore." Everyone stared at him. He sighed. "Jasmine broke up with me. She wants me out in an hour."
"Wait a minute! What'd ya do? Forget her birthday or something?" The bird squawked. Genie reached over and pressed his beak shut. Abu walked over to his friend, climbed up to his back, and gave him a massage.
"I don't know what's going on,"Al continued. "She's covered in bruises, and she told me to get out. I guess we should leave now. Come on guys." He started walking to the doors that led outside.
Jasmine remained in her room a long time. She thought the breakup would have made her feel better, but she felt worse than ever. She'd watched as her ex left the palace, barefoot and in his street clothes. A pang of guilt ran trough her, but she fought it down. 'I did the right thing.' She told herself. He can't hurt me anymore now.
She went to her closet and opened it. She stared up at her wedding dress. 'I guess I'll never get to wear it now.' She thought. She closed the door and walked out to the balcony. She stared out at the streets of Agrabah. It only made her remember her first carpet ride. It had been so magical…. Ahh, she had to find some way to get him off her mind!
She decided to take a stroll in the gardens. She went down and sat by the fountain. Her pet tiger, Rajah, found her there. He nuzzled her hand and licked her face, trying to help her feel better. She was glad for his company.
She went back inside after a while and managed to eat something. She never realized how lonely the palace truly was until she was there by herself. Her father was away meeting with a king from another land about something. He'd be gone for two more weeks. She didn't have any friends she could talk to.
Jasmine sighed. She went back to her room. She felt worn out. She resisted the urge to cuddle up and sleep more. She walked back to her closet and took out her disguise. She put it on and went back outside.
It was 9:00 before Jasmine stumbled back into the palace. She'd gone to every tavern in the city that night. Of course, with her disguise, the townsfolk had thought nothing of it. Rajah had arrived to meet her at the palace gate, but was repelled by the odor of alcohol emanating from her. He had, however, helped her to her room. 'Poor Jasmine.' The tiger had thought simply.
It was nearly 10:00 before the cloud arrived for her that night. Jasmine slept throughout her journey through the city, but awoke once she landed. "What?" she asked in a slurred voice.
"My, my," a voice came from behind her. "Someone's taking the breakup hard!"
"You!" Jasmine yelled, falling over unto the bed. "I told you to… alone me leave!" she stuttered.
"WAKE UP!" Jafar waved his hand and Jasmine was sober once more.
"Leave me alone, you bastard!" Jasmine cried.
"Tsk, tsk. Someone's forgotten who 'Master' is."
"YOU'RE NOT MY MASTER! NOW LET ME GO AND LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"
"It would seem princess has picked up a bit of language from the streets…."
Jasmine began to run toward the door.
"Mmm-mmm, princess…. You've got lessons to learn.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Jasmine screamed, pleading with anyone who could hear her.
Suddenly, Jasmine was floating over to the shackles on the wall. "NO!" she screamed. "Why are you doing this?" she asked him, as tears yet again stung her eyes.
Jafar didn't answer. He cracked the whip 4 times in rapid succession. Blood dripped from Jasmine's naked form. "YOU'RE A MONSTER!" she bellowed. He grinned at her.
"If I can't teach you manners here," Jafar told her, a wave of his hand and she floated to the bed, "I'll teach you HERE!"
The shackles hadn't been removed from Jasmine's wrists or ankles. Instead, when she lay on the bed, they were attached to the floor, leaving no room for her to struggle.
"Perhaps I've allowed you too much freedom in the past." Jafar mused. "You will have none if continue to disobey me!" He walked calmly over to where the princess lay shivering. "You will remain here all week in this position. No food, no water. "No clothing. While I will come and go as I please. Your soul purpose will be to please me. Your lessons will be given every day, in an orderly fashion, once at 3, 5, 7, and 9. You will learn your place!
"For now, however," he said, crawling on top of her, "You are to perform your duty." Once more, his face twisted into a cruel grin. He began to enter her again. Jasmine couldn't believe she'd never seen how very awful this man was. She supposed she had been blinded by love. Or what she had thought was love. 'If I make it out of here alive,' she vowed silently, 'I'm going to kill him!
Jafar began thrusting hard! Jasmine choked down a scream. 'What good was it to scream?' she wondered. No one ever seemed to hear her. Besides, she knew that if the noise had escaped her lips, she'd be in for still more pain. She began to weep silently. 'Could this truly be her fate? To become a sex toy for the cruelest man alive?' She refused to believe it!
A smack landed across her jaw. "W-wh-at was that for?" she asked fearfully, her lower lip quivering.
"You're not paying attention!" Jafar growled. "Quit daydreaming and focus on ME! Now," he held himself out so she could reach him. "Do that thing you do so well."
Jasmine sighed inwardly. He was going to pay for this! She felt a swift tug on her long hair. "FASTER!" he demanded. His fingernails dug into her tender shoulders as she unwillingly met his demands. "OH, YES!" Jafar exclaimed. "Now, lick it!"
Jasmine hadn't realized she had a disgusted look on her face. That one earned her a deep scratch across the back. "OOWWW!" she exclaimed! Which got her still another smack across the mouth. She knew the less noise she made, the less he'd hurt her. Sometimes, though, it couldn't be helped.
As if reading her thoughts, Jafar managed to utter between gasps, "Women should be seen and not heard!"
Jasmine managed to nod. She looked off into the distance and prayed for her torment to end.