Egyptian Night

Untitled Part 10

The sound of Ahmose slamming the heavy, gold inlaid door echoed through the large, elaborately decorated chamber. What a complete Ass! Jasmine's chest heaved up down, up down rapidly as she fought to gain her composure. Who exactly did he think he was? Treating her like that. In reality all she was worth to him was maybe a higher class slave. It really depended on how he looked at it, though, as he might see her higher because she was his personal present, but he might just find her more disposable in that way. To be honest she was kind of afraid to find out how little he probably valued her.

Shifting her arms against the shackles she tried to test the strength. The delicate looking metal had incredible strength, though, despite how many times she struggled, trying a new approach each time. By the time she was finally willing to call it quite the skin enriching her wrists was red, irritated and probably on the way to swelling and turning a nasty, bruised color. Probably just another reason for Ahmose to be pissed at her.

Leaning back against the bed post she slowly started to survey the room. A fluffy, white comforter was spread kind of neatly around the bed, only crumpled where Ahmose had attacked her. Her lips were starting to swell a bit from his rough kisses. Right about now she probably looked a hot mess, not that she really wanted to find a mirror to confirm her suspicions. They could punish her if they caught her, but now she needed to focus on escape. If she didn't at least try dying here wouldn't be a question of if, it would be when. Looking above to the bed post she was tied to she noticed a small gap between the top of the canopy and the post. At least it was in her favor that he hadn't fixed that yet. If she could only get herself high enough up she could slip free from the post. In the next town she could probably find a blacksmith to cut the shackles. It was a thrown together plan, but it was all she had.

Slowly standing on the bed she grabbed onto the post with her hands hands and started to half pull half climb up the post. Within a couple minutes of struggling and slipping back down to the bed she finally made it up high enough. Stretching her hands high above her head she gave a final push and her hands were free of the post. From exerting herself on that, though, she fell on the bed in an ungraceful heap and a soft 'oomph' escaping her swollen lips.

'Get up, Get up!' the voice in her head screamed at her as she laid there, slightly winded from the climb and the fear of getting caught. If Ahmose walked in on her right now she was completely and utterly dead.

Slowly lifting herself with her bound hands she rolled off of the bed and landed on a fluffy rug. From there she headed towards the balcony. It looked pretty sheltered back there. It was a chance on breaking something if she just jumped down, but with her bound hands she really didn't have much of a choice. Climbing off of the side she tried to find the shortest fall before she let go.

~Sorry for the cliffhanger. Please vote and comment =)~