Jasmine's POV:
Sitting on her bed writing in her journal
"Day 23...miguel..well this "sir" doesn't do much...only giving me slop..of..food...I just wish I was with papa...that little piece of shi.."
Raising her head seeing him standing right at the opening as she sighed softly shoving her journal under the soft pink covers as she blinked
"...."
Miguel: "here...you're gonna be my date tonight..don't talk or make eye contact with anyone...got it?..."
Placing the white dress on the counter as he soon stood by
"Go on get dress...."
She was stunned, she quickly got off the bed slowly wobbling her steps towards the big mirror seeing her tired eyes with blood vessels detailing her light eyes her skin still pale as ever, wanting to vomit, swallowing her barf feeling the punching throb in her gut soon she softly undressed, down to her panties and bra her eyes staring at the reflection of his body figure stiff feeling the glare behind her.
Miguel: "mm..you're thin...have plenty of food at the ball tonight..you might need it.."
Placing a wooden brush and soft fresh pair of a bra and panties soon walking out shortly
"And don't waste my time...hurry up will yea?.."
Hearing the door slam shut, she sighed soon changing feeling softly refreshed repeating soft brushes against her hair before she swallowed ,fixing the white bra beneath her white dress soon softly slipping on the white heels by the door, walking out seeing him with another women as she stared seeng the soft smile across the women's face.
Lucy: "awww she's beautiful! Mm..so this is your partner...?!.."
The old women came up fiddling with her soft cheeks as she smiled looking back at the suited men
Miguel POV:
"..She does..look..swell...surprisingly..."
Speaking in a cold tone as a small smile crept along his face as he reached for a whip on top of his shelves leading the two girls out shortly after reaching outside of the carriage
"Get in..."
Pushing her in after the old lady dropped in on the side as he sat close by her his hand on his leg slowly glancing at her
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**showing up at a big building with the streamers of "the royal ball"**
Jasmine's POV:
She was amazed her eyes shifting around the other people with their "partners" slightly scrunching her expression, seeing many women on chains or leashes.
"W-why are they on leashes?.."
Miguel: "purposes..."
A collar was tied around her as she kept obey glancing away as he stared softly soon being tugged by the neck out of the carriage soon entering, the tall glass building feeling the crowd of old people with their fine of dresses, and jewels. she was nervous feeling soft bumps whining as she kept close to him
Miguel POV:
Dragging her to the theater of rows, as he softly sat placing her on his lap with a force as many crowded the large stadium feeling her squirm he pinched her waist making a whine escape, smirking softly.
"Be quiet..or they'll choose you.."
Jasmine's POV:
Without hesitation she kept quiet, watching as the light flickers below the gravel ground hearing the speakers blast music with lines of the weak men and women with their hold of screaming and crying children, her eyes widen her lip curling up as her eyes lighten, with her stomach having a nervous impact seeing soldiers soon come across the field as he music goes faster against her heartbeat.
Miguel: "watch...it's how I saved you..you freak.."
Being hold tightly as her gaze was forced to be upon the misery people, soon hearing shooting and screams and aches of people dropping to the floor one by one, a pool of liquid spread across the fresh smell of rotting flesh of the poor population, she started to cry and scream, only having a strong grip around her lips, soon closing her eyes feeling the wave of cheers, and screams die down.
**the time of 8:00 pm sharp**
**everyone in the ballroom with fancy chimes of music playing of violins, and harps**
Miguel's POV:
Chatting with the rich men as he kept glancing at the chained jasmine , with old Lucy as a locking impact of guilt rose between him as he soon turned.
"I'm gonna dance with her..."
Richmond: "that's rare..you sure Miguel...?...people might judge.."
Soft laughter risen as his fist held high tight, soon turning walking softly over to them as he softly loosened the chain around her neck, softly placing his hand on hers.
"May I...have this dance?.."
Jasmine's POV:
She was frustrated for not being able to directly to say "no" as she was soon spun around the middle of the dance floor as she felt being pulled close against his hard chest having a soft blush spread across her face, still avoiding eye contact, feeling them step slowly against the soft melody.
Miguel: "you're wearing my mother's dress..you look so well in it..."
She was nervous to speak soon feeling his hand on her waist, giving a soft squeal, as she swung around her dress swirling as she soon was forced her hands upon his shoulders giving a soft squeeze surprised as her eyes led onto his dark chestnut brown.
Miguel's POV:
"You're suppose to touch there...have you ever dance?..."
Laughing softly as his eyes stared more deeply into her eyes as he held her more close, nervous as his heart beaten softly against her head as he soon had eyes all over them as he kept going slow before dipping her as he swung her once more, softly chuckling almost dropping her.
"C-clumsy..me...heh..."
Jasmine's POV:
She softly squeaked between the tight squeezed he pulled her back up as she was more squished in his hold as she felt the vibrate of his shaking hands as she smiled softly closing her eyes, feeling more than sympathetic, her heart swelled not knowing this feeling as she soon hummed quietly against the melody as they kept dancing for hours, more and more people staring as they walked off to their carriages leaving.
For once, she didn't want this feeling to stop, having the warmth touch around her fragile body as she kept that weak smile, for once, she felt loved, and loved him, dancing she didn't care about the pain and aching of her feet stepping each around the room, having droppings of the blood spreading across the ball room.
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Author's note: sorry, this was mostly the relationship between miguelxjasmine Cx. Next chapter will be about the next party between loganxnekoo Cx-ttyl Xoxo. ❤️😍
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