Jasmine looked through the distorted pane of the hourglass that Jafar had trapped her in. She could feel the sand flowing down her back as she saw her beloved Aladdin wrapped in chains against the far wall of the palace. Jafar was cackling from his throne as he sent a blast from his staff shattering the glass around her. Crash. She hit the floor, looking up at her new captor.
“One more chance, princess,” Jafar sneered, “or your father and the street rat will suffer a fate worse than death”
“Please,” begged Jasmine, tears forming in her eyes, “I’ll marry you, just spare them!”
That was the moment that she realised what a mistake she had made.
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