Thread: Roses and Jasmine (Victorian and Whisp)

Jasmine was sitting with a handful of the tribes young women, all of them giggling and chatting about the previous night if the blushes on their faces were any indication, when the blast of a machine gun echoed through the village. For a moment it seemed the world had stopped. The circle of women froze, hardly daring to breath until a shout rang out in the distance. After that, panic ensued. Watching the women scream and run in terror made Jasmines heart race. She couldnt understand what was being said, everyone reverting to their native tongue in the chaos. She knew the gunshots and reactions meant danger, but did the tribe have any plans for when they were attacked? Would they all stand and fight or run off in every direction? Looking at the women with her, she thought dismayed that the last was most likely. Taking a few deep breaths, trying to remain calm even as every worse case scenario the Professor told her about popped into her head. She tried to tie her hair up but was shaking so hard that it was impossible, she was terrified. Looking around she saw a scruffy looking man with a gun in his hand rounding up the villagers. Turning slowly, she spotted like men at every corner repeating the scene. Women and men were being restrained and separated, any attempts at struggling were quickly subdued as more villagers were caught. No one wanted to be the cause of one of their family coming to harm. A small group of the attackers had the chief and tribe queen surrounded. Both were attempting to remain stoic, but when the chief was hit in the face with one of the guns and collapsed, the queen let out a cry and tried to go to him. She too was grabbed and shackled, they drew her away from the wounded leader and forced her over to join the women huddled together, taking what little comfort they could from each other. During all this, Jasmine had slowly and quietly made her way to the hut containing her baggage. She knew running would just attract attention, slowly and calmly making her way around the shadowed edges would give her the best chance of reaching her target. Her fingers were knotted in the long flowing fabric of her skirt, trying to keep from drawing attention. She had made it into the hut and was desperately scrounging through everything for something that might help them. Maybe if she had something of enough value the others would leave..ya, right Jaz thought to herself. Just as she got her hand around her phone, an arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her off the ground. A deep laugh and victorious statement followed when Jasmine squealed and was tossed across the hut, a machine gun pointed right at her. Her hands came up instantly, as though she would be able to ward off bullets with the palms of her hands. He waved his gun from her to the door, motioning that he wanted her to lead the way outside and she reluctantly climbed to her feet, her entire body trembling. It was a good thing it hadnt been long ago that the queen had lead her once more to relieve herself because she didnt think she was easily going to get the chance again any time soon. Once out of the hut and down the steps, Jasmine walked towards the other herded women but was grabbed and guided towards what she took to be the attackers leader. Stumbling a few times, her heart pounding in her chest she was posed in front of the tall man. She noticed the chief was kneeling on the ground but conscious once more. A dark bruise covered one side of his face already, a trail of blood dripping from his forehead and off his chin. More of the enemy men came and surrounded them, laughing back and forth to each other...some lifting her hair, smelling it, while one grabbed the back of her skirt. She smacked the hand and a chorus of laughter rang out from them. Smiling the enemy tribes leader came closer, his hand gripping and knotting in her hair tightly, pulling her head to the side as he growled out something or other. He slowly lifted her skirt, staring down into her eyes as if daring her to slap him as well. Jasmine knew she was in more danger now than ever before. Biting her lip and fisting her hands at her sides, she tried to ignore what was happening. He growled something and the wounded leader answered him reluctantly, she had no idea what was being said, wasnt even sure she wanted to know. Where did you get a hold of such a treasure? the warrior demanded from the southern tribe leader. She is just a visiting american, doing research on our customs and rituals, the answer was slurred. The hit the chief had taken to the head had left him dizzy and he had a hard time concentrating. He stared down at the young women, his hand wrapping tighter in her hair, just to see the pain on her face. When he finally got the irritating river of fabric lifted so he could view his newly won property, the chastity belt intrigued him. What is this now he grabbed the side of thick cotton and jerked upwards, listening to the girl yelp and cry out while he did. Why does she wear this? He gave it a few more tugs just to hear the girl complain and jerked her head further back so that she knew she shouldnt be complaining at all. Answer me! the warrior barked down at the kneeling man. She is property of the Rose, he...he wanted it well known to everyone as some of the men expressed an interest in her. Yes, I imagine they did. the fact that this woman was the Roses only made her that much more interesting. But she is not his property anymore. Now...she is mine, his final words were spoken loudly enough that he ensured his own men would hear. Letting her skirt fall back down, he shoved her towards his brother, the man that had brought her to him. This one, I am keeping for myself, take care of her brother. Jasmine was glad to be away from the savage leader, almost grateful to the man she was tossed back towards. He grabbed her upper arm tightly and pulled her after him. They still werent headed towards the other women and she was getting more panicked for every moment that passed. What was going to happen to her? Would the Professor be able to find her or would she become one of the statistics he told his students about during his lectures? Tears gathered in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She would think of something, somehow she would get out of this.eventually.