The heat of the sun pooling down on Jasmine s cheek caused her to stir. After a few blinks, she remembered where she was and pushed herself up to a sitting position in the middle of the bed. Her arms ached as she looked around at the devastated room. Tables had been knocked over and pieces of vases lay sprinkled over the floor. She parted what had remained of the tattered drapes surrounding the bed and came to a standing position. Pain shot through her lower abdomen and her legs, jolting her memory of last night's events. She closed her eyes and her mind filled with images of excited eyes staring into her, eager fingers roaming her figure, and a laugh...a laugh that was born out of lust and pure evil. Jasmine forced her eyes to open in an attempt to rid her mind of these images. Looking around the room she spotted the mirror...it was still intact. Tenderly she stepped toward the mirror; there was still one more piece of damage left to survey, herself. As she stepped in front of the mirror her eyes widened at the reflection. Her hips were peppered with the indentation of fingers, her inner thighs were bruised and a thin red line of blood had made its way down to her knee before it had dried. Slightly turning she saw claw marks scratched down her upper back and her arms had hand imprints bruised into them from being grasped too tightly. Her neck wore a small, red bite mark and her cheek was darkened from the first blow he had delivered to her. Jasmine lost her breath at the site of her injured body and looked directly into her own eyes in an attempt to find something familiar to her. The warm brown of her eyes seemed to let her know that she was still in there somewhere, which brought her minor comfort. As she leaned forward to look deeper into her own eyes, pain seared through her lower back and the sound of that sinister laugh returned. The sound was so loud that it pounded in her head and before she could control herself, she vomited on the floor. Her mind still spinning, she wiped her mouth, grabbed whatever shred of cloth she could find to cover herself, and carefully made her way to her bathroom.

The warm water stung against her aching skin as she fully submerged herself. As she gently began to clean herself, sadness turned into anger and before she realized it, she was scrubbing her arm with all of her might, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not rid herself of disgust, of disgrace, and...him. Throwing her hands down into the water, she pushed her face into her knees and began to sob heavily. Suddenly a long, cold finger ran down her back and she threw her head up to see Jafar sitting on the side of the bathtub, deviously smiling at her.

"Ah, I am glad to see that you are awake, my pet."

Jasmine, still hunched over, wrapped her arms around her knees tightly to cover herself.

"What are you doing in here? Get out!" she screamed at Jafar, who was still smiling.

"Why I just came to make sure that my wife was well, you did sleep rather long, after all. I am relieved to know that you are alright; however, it seems..." Jafar pressed down where the scratches were, causing Jasmine to let out a hiss of pain, "that we may need to be a bit more restrained with our passion next time."

Jasmine unclenched her hand and threw his fingers off of her. "How dare you touch me! How dare you call this passion!" Jasmine's voice grew louder and louder, "If you ever think that I will feel anything for you then you are delusional! I hate you! You monster!"

Jafar, fuming with anger, slapped Jasmine's face and pulled her up out of the water by her arm and held her against the wall. Untying his robes he hissed, "You WILL learn your place here one way or another!"

Jasmine's attempts of protest through kicking were futile. As much as she tried to remain quiet, to not give him the satisfaction of knowing how much pain she was in, she could not help but let out a small yell as he began thrusting into her. Breathing into her ear as he increased his speed, he continued, "You are MY wife, you listen to me and only me! And trust me, if you do not submit I will bestow upon you more hurt than your precious little mind can handle."

Continuing to breathe heavily, Jafar released her and picked up her robe. Jasmine went into shock and sank to the floor shaking. He wrapped the robe around her small frame, brought her to standing, walked her to the bedroom door, and opened it.

"Now, I have laid out for you a new dress. Put it on and meet me in the dining room."

Jafar surveyed the room and as he waved his hand, the vases and tables were magically fixed and the drapes once again became whole and luxurious. Turning to Jasmine who was staring in awe of what she had just witnessed, he pulled her waist toward his and kissed her deeply.

"Yes, we will definitely have to show some restraint next time." He began walking toward the door and opened it. "For if we don't I am not sure if this room..." he slowly turned around to Jasmine and stared intently at her, "or...you...can handle it."

And with his last words he gently closed the door behind him, leaving Jasmine alone with her new dress in the spotless room.