JASMINE’S DISOBEDIENCE

Jasmine hugged herself as she lay hurdled in a corner of the dark cell she has been thrown into.

Was this going to be the end of it all?

Would he kill her?

She felt the cold against her legs and she shivered pulling her dress up to her feet trying her best to endure.

Back home this was nothing, she was used to sleeping on the cold hard floor sometimes as punishments and it was something she had gotten used to.

But after being in the crescent pack for a while now and how things had been so different from home, she could not help but admit the fact that to her it was strange.

She had become accustomed to a softer life where she could sleep under a blanket without worrying about being kicked.

This was where she was supposed to be a slave, but she had gotten so used to her new life she had forgotten who she truly was.

She looked at the cold dark wall that held nothing for her to see.