Darkness Descends

Hailey's grip on Jasmine's arm tightened as she pulled her down the corridor, Jasmine's protests muffled by the cold stone walls. The torches flickered, casting eerie shadows on the floor as Hailey dragged her towards her chambers. Jasmine's heart pounded in her chest, fear and panic rising with each step. As they entered Hailey's bedroom, Jasmine was struck by the stark contrast to her own chambers. Hailey's room was dark, the curtains drawn, and the only light came from a single candle on the bedside table. The air was heavy with the scent of perfume, and Jasmine felt a sense of unease wash over her. Hailey slammed the door shut behind them, and Jasmine heard the sound of the lock clicking into place. She was trapped. Hailey's eyes gleamed in the dim light, and Jasmine saw a hunger there that made her blood run cold. "You're mine now, Jasmine," Hailey said, her voice low and menacing. "You've been grieving for so long, and I've been waiting for the perfect moment to take you. And now, you're mine." Jasmine tried to struggle, but Hailey's grip was like a vice. She was pinned against the bed, Hailey's body pressed against hers. Jasmine felt a wave of terror wash over her as Hailey's hands began to roam over her body, unclothing her with a brutal efficiency. Jasmine's mind went numb as Hailey's assaulted her, her body and mind reeling from the shock and horror of what was happening. She felt like she was floating above her body, watching herself being violated, unable to do anything to stop it. As the assault continued, Jasmine's thoughts became disjointed and fragmented. She remembered her husband, her grief, and her vulnerability. She remembered the way Hailey had touched her before, and how she had tried to brush it off as affectionate. But now, she realized that it had all been a ruse, a way for Hailey to gain her trust before striking. The assault finally ended, leaving Jasmine feeling shattered and broken. Hailey's chest heaved with exertion, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. Jasmine lay there, her body aching, her mind reeling with the horror of what had just happened. Hailey leaned over her, her breath cold against Jasmine's ear. "You'll never be able to rule, Jasmine," she whispered. "You'll never be able to escape me. I'm your sister, and I'll always be one step ahead of you." As Hailey rolled off her, Jasmine lay there, feeling like she was drowning in a sea of despair. She knew that she had to get out of there, but she had no idea how. She was trapped, and Hailey had her right where she wanted her.