A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been forever since I updated and I am so sorry! But things have just been so hectic lately; you guys can only imagine how busy I've been! It's amazing that I found time to breathe! If I don't have tons of homework – I have a big test. And if I don't have a big test – I have tons of homework! Or sometimes, like this week – I have both! It's so irritating and sometimes I just want – ugh! I could honestly go on forever but you guys didn't come here to read me rant, did you? No, of course not! Anyways I want to give a big shout out to AladdinJasmine10, JohnDeereGreen, and mostamaziing for reviewing! Enjoy chapter 12 everyone…

*Disclaimer*: Considering the poll results I decided to add more smutty scenes. Since the story is rated T it's going be mild. How do I put this? It'll be like a PG-13 movie sex scene. Full blown smut to me would be at least rated R. If you can't handle reading any of that then please, feel free to skip it. Either way, I hope you all like it! Enjoy…

Chapter 12: Hold Your Breath and Watch Me Burn

"You're my toy…"

Jasmine gasped as she looked up into her husband's lustful eyes. She was sweating now, and she could barely speak. She was lying on her back with her legs wrapped around her husband's neck as he tenderly took care of her physical needs.

She gripped on to his black hair as she tried her best not to scream. She bit down on her bottom lip as she felt her husband continue on.

"Say it, let me here you admit to it…"

His voice sounded so distance as Jasmine lost herself in a world made of pure and utter lost. She gently ran her fingers through his hair as she tried her best to calm down. She felt a scarlet colored blush take over as he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb.

Jasmine threw her head back as her breathing gradually went back to normal. He was teasing her, and just when she thought he was done – he went at it again, and she went back to panting.

"Come on Jasmine, I want you to tell me that you're my toy…"

The ex-princess let out an extremely loud moan as he continued to please his wife. She closed her eyes, no longer able to take it anymore "I'm your toy…I'm yours Aladdin! I will always be yours!"

Aladdin faintly smirked as he instantly stop, grinning up at his physically exhausted wife, "There - now, was that so hard to do?"

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Rosemary screamed in terror as she immediately sat up from where she was laying. She was petrified, and tears pricked her eyes as she got into the fetal position.

"He'll be here any minute," she thought to herself in a panicked frenzy as her eyes scanned the room in a hurry, "I need to find an escape! Oh my God, father we'll be here soon and then I'll get it!"

Suddenly the door went flinging open, and this only made another blood curdling scream escape her lips. However instead of her father coming inside the room, it was someone else…it was Chad!

She had completely forgotten about him and what had happened. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and then she studied the room once more – this wasn't her room, this was a room she had never been in before "C – Chad? What happened? I didn't mean to scream, it's j-just that…"

"You had a nightmare?" He concluded, it was more of a statement then question but either way he managed to sit down next to her, and before she knew it – his arm was protectively around her shoulders.

Rosemary studied the man carefully. All she could do was nod her head in agreement, "Where am, I? Last thing I remember is you carrying me to your house. Is this it? Is this where you live?"

Chad nodded his head as he gently placed a loose strand of her hair behind her earlobe, "Yeah it is, my sister is sleeping in the other room so we've got to keep it down. Are you hungry? I have soup for you."

The young brunette shook her head, she placed her hand on her stomach – she could still feel the bruise his boot had left "No thanks. Not now at least… maybe a little later, but thank you though."

"Hey," he shrugged with a bit of a chuckle "I can't force you to eat can I, now?"

Rosemary silently laughed as she shook her head, "Nope you can't. Anyways, what do you want to do now? How long have I've been sleeping?"

"Just a half an hour," Chad replied as his eyes slowly wondered the room "my sister wanted to meet you but I told her that you needed the sleep. And as far as being able to do something goes, we could always see a group of friends of mine?"

She stiffened a bit, she was far from being a people person and she wasn't very comfortable around men in general. Except Chad, he was far too charismatic to be ignored so coldly "I'm sorry, after the nightmare I just had…I'm not really in the mood to go see anyone. Why don't we just stay here and talk?"

The young men smirked as he grabbed the blanket, and carefully draped it over their bodies "Whatever you say Rosemary. I'm not complaining here."

She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what he was talking about "Of course you're not..."

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"You were amazing," Aladdin sighed as he collapsed next to his wife, "you will always be amazing. I love you Jasmine."

Jasmine was panting as she gripped on to his hand, placing a tender kiss on his cheek "I will always love you silly."

The young brunette then stood up as she untied her hair, allowing it to cascade down her shoulders. She shot her husband a cocky smirk as she caught him eyeing her nude body, "I think I'm going to set myself a shower. And this time – I'd like to take it alone, if you don't mind."

He only nodded his head, laughing at the thought as he rested his head on the ground "Fine but don't take too long because I need to take a shower too."

Jasmine only remained silent as she grabbed the tub, and the bucket of water next to it. She then rapidly began to fill the tub, and once it was full – she gradually stepped inside with a content smile on her face. The way the warm water caressed her body, it made her beam with joy.

She closed her eyes, allowing all her worries to melt away for a moment. She rested her head against the edge of the wooden tub as she felt darkness begin to consume, everything around her…

Ten- year-old Jasmine was sitting in front of her vanity mirror as she diligently brushed her long, black hair whilst singing a sweet lullaby to herself. It had been her mother's lullaby, a song which would only bring bad memories when she turned eleven.

"Darling dear, whatever are you doing?"

The young princess's face lit up as she turned around, she was always so happy to see her mother "Momma!"

Serena twirled around in her evening gown as she merrily skipped over to her little, dove. She grabbed the hair-brush as she gently started to brush her daughter's hair, "So how was your day my little, angel?"

Jasmine only shrugged as she put some thought into it, "It was alright I guess? Papa was busy all day, and Mr. Jafar thinks I'm annoying."

"Now why would he think that?" Serena questioned with a bit of a raised eyebrow expression.

The young ten-year-old merely frowned at the thought as she let out a saddened sigh, "I have no friend's momma. Papa is always busy, and Mr. Jafar doesn't like me and you're usually busy giving to the rarities."

"I think you mean the charities," Her mother laughed as she shook her head playfully "and please don't say you don't have any friends dear. You're going to hurt Raja's feelings."

Jasmine was suddenly hit with a pang of guilt as she gasped, her eyes quickly landing on the small tiger. He was just a kitten at the moment; he was orange with black stripes, and he was fast asleep on the marble ground.

Serena once again laughed as she placed the comb down on the table. She then planted a tender kiss on her child's forehead, "Oh dear don't worry – I'm sure Raja didn't even hear you. And I promise you that tomorrow will be a better day."

"Sure it is," the ten-year-old muttered in a bored tone as she plopped her arms on the table, and the rested her head on her arms "just like today was supposed to be, remember?"

The Queen sighed, nodding her head in response "Come on Jasmine – let's get you in bed little one."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and they both simultaneously turn around. In the doorway is no one else but the Sultan's advisor – Jafar. He was all and very slender, with haughty eyebrows, and cold brown eyes. He had a twisted goatee beard, and he wore long robes, a turban, and in his hand was a golden, snake staff.

"Mr. Jafar," Jasmine whispered, feeling a bit awkward considering the fact that she was wearing nothing but a nightgown "w-what are you doing here? Did my father want to see me?"

Jafar only shook his head as he eyed the Queen carefully, "Actually I came here to have a talk with your mother."

Serena instantly nodded as she turned around, quickly leading her daughter over to the bed "Come on dear, lie down and rest your head. You have a busy day tomorrow."

Jasmine wondered why her mother was suddenly in such a rush, and considering how naïve she was – she had been far too young to realize what was going on, "Alright momma – I'll see you in the morning, goodnight!"

The Queen placed a loving kiss on her daughter's cheek and then she sprang off the bed, and then gracefully ran out of the room, giggling as she exited her daughter's bedroom chamber.

The young, eleven-year-old could only watch as her bedroom door closed, leaving her in complete and utter darkness. The dear child whimpered, she had a bad feeling about this and the fact that the room almost as dark as night – well, it didn't make things any easier.

Suddenly there was a loud thump, and a nervous knot formed in Jasmine's stomach. Something was wrong, something was dangerously wrong…

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Jasmine opened her eyes, only to find herself submerged out of the water. She haste fully sat up, coughing and spitting water out violently. Even though the bathtub wasn't steep it was rather wide, and she had accidently swallowed some water.

Aladdin was kneeling by the tub in a matter of seconds as he comfortingly patted her on the back. A worried look graced his features, "Jasmine are you okay? What happened?"

"It's nothing," she reassured him with a bewildered expression – she hated herself now "I – it's just that I had a nightmare. But it was more of a flashback as well, and I – it just was so…I saw my mother again."

Straightaway his features hardened as a regretful almost mournful expression graced his features. He gently grabbed a hold of her hands as he wrapped his arms around her wet shoulders, "Do you want to talk about what happened in the dream?"

Jasmine nodded her head as she stood up from where she was sitting; she was trembling due to the fact that she was so cold. She stepped out of the bathtub and a shiver went shooting up her spine as her bare feet came in contact with the stony, rock-made floor.

Aladdin gently wrapped a spare blanket around her body, and then he sat her down, his hands still holding on to her hands "Now, what happened in this dream – exactly?"

"My mother, she was…" she could barely remember what had been going in; it all just seemed so fuzzy now "she had been putting me to bed, and I had told her that I was lonely and sad. Then Jafar came in, and she – oh God…"

"What? What happened then?" Her husband questioned with the utmost concern. He knew that Jasmine hardly ever dreamt about her mother, so when she did it was more than important to listen.

Jasmine bit down on her lower lip as tears started forming in her eyes. She cupped her face in her hands as she began shaking her head repeatedly, "Aladdin, I-I think my mother had an affair with Jafar. N-none of it made sense back then, and I – I never really paid much mind to it b-but now it all makes sense! He killed her for God knows what reason but he did it!"

Aladdin's jaw dropped as he comfortingly pulled her into a warm hug. Eventually he found himself holding her in his arms as he cradled her fragile body, he hated the sound of her sobbing more than he hated Jafar himself "Shhh…it's okay Jasmine, it'll all seem like a bad dream soon."

"But it wasn't a bad dream," she argued through choked and frustrated sobs "he and my mother had an affair, and I just know that he's to blame for her death! She had been murdered, and we all just assumed that some murderer had snuck into the palace and assassinated her! That's why…"

Aladdin didn't interrupt her or disagree with her. All he did was listen as she continued to repeat the same words over and over again. He wouldn't grow weary of hearing her voice, just her tears. So much pain…too much pain for him to handle but he tried. He'd always try for her sake, anyways:

"He killed her!"

"He killed her!"

"He's the one to blame, he killed my mother!"

A/N: Well guys I know this chapter was pretty short, and I know it didn't have as much in it as it should but I have a really big idea for this story, and this chapter was used as filler! Thanks so much for reading guys – you are all the best! Until next chapter everyone…