Princess Jasmine's Flame of Hope
Princess Jasmine resisted the urge to shudder or scream as she felt a gaunt hand stroking her bare shoulder. She dared not look behind her, as she knew who was caressing her. It was Jafar. Not too long ago, he'd made a deal with the wicked Ayam Aghoul: Three days of life to snuff out the flame of hope that burned in the heart of the Princess of Agrabah. Jafar had wasted no time in recovering his Snake Staff and brainwashing all of Agrabah's Royal Guards, turning them against poor Jasmine and ordering them to bring her before him. Now, as Jasmine sat with her wrists shackled before the new Sultan, feeling like nothing more than a plaything as Jafar caressed her against her will, she scanned the area, looking for some kind of weapon she could use to her advantage, or any magical artifact that could help her escape her torment. Unfortunately, she found nothing. "Now, now, little Princess, you should be proud to be chosen as my new toy," Jafar told her as he used bot