Jasmin gasped as cold water hit her entire body. Her wounds stung as she recognized it as ocean water. The bucket crashed into her head and fell onto the stone floor.
The eels caught in her horns, wings, tail, and legs. They thrashed for a bit, and then started emitting dangerous blue sparks.
Jasmin let out a scream as white-hot pain slithered through her scales and entered her veins. She hung from the chains, thrashing and twitching uncontrollably. Wasp watched on, grinning cruelly as Jasmin writhed, half in the air, half on the ground.
Jasmin beat her wings hard as she could, flinging off the electric eels. She slammed her tail against the wall, forcing off any eels that landed on it to fly off. She shook her head violently, and let out another piercing cry of agony. The puddle of water around her was a pool of death and electricity.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the eels did their last flop on the sizzling wet stone and fell still, dead at last. Jasmin heaved, her entire body shaking.
"Now you know what happens to dragons that lie to me," Wasp smirked, and turned away, shutting the barred doors. Jasmin stared blankly after her, her throat rubbed raw from screaming and salt.
"Next time, do not say the wrong things, or the punishments will continue."
Jasmin rested her head against the wall, her wings instinctively covering her weak, injured body. She felt exhausted and pained all over, her wounds stinging from the saltwater. She still felt the aching prickle on her scales, and Jasmin closed her eyes, wishing away the strange sensation of being so vulnerable to harm and pain.
Maybe sleep will fix this all.
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Assassin in Pantala (Completed)
FanfictionJasmin wakes up in a strange continent with tribes that have four, not two wings. When she saves a group of dragonets her age from a patrol of yellow-and-black dragons, the world flips upside-down for her. How will she get back to Pyrrhia? More impo...
