**A Fury Unleashed**

She held Jasper close in her arms, her heart racing with worry as she gazed at the bruises on his face. "Who hurt my Jasper?" Cruella said, her voice trembling with anger as tears ran down her face. Jasper groaned in pain, trying to sit up, but Cruella held him firm, not wanting him to move. As she looked up, she saw John, one of Jasper's friends, standing in the doorway with three men she didn't recognize. "Did you do this to him?" Cruella demanded, her eyes flashing with anger. The men looked nervous, shifting their weight from one foot to the other, but John just shook his head. "No, Cruella, I didn't," John said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "I came to find Jasper, and I saw him like this. I don't know what happened." Cruella's gaze narrowed, her eyes boring into the three men. "And who are they?" she asked, her voice cold. The men looked at each other nervously, but one of them stepped forward. "We're... um... friends of Jasper's," he stammered. Cruella laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Friends don't leave their friends lying on the floor, battered and bruised," she said, her voice dripping with scorn. Jasper stirred in her arms, his eyes fluttering open. "Cruella... don't," he whispered, but Cruella just shook her head. "Tell me what happened," she said, her voice firm. Jasper hesitated, but then his eyes locked onto hers, and he told her about the argument with the man, and how he had been kicked and beaten. As he spoke, Cruella's anger grew, her eyes flashing with fury. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her mind was racing with plans for revenge. She would find out who had done this to Jasper, and they would pay. The men standing in the doorway shifted uncomfortably, sensing the storm brewing inside Cruella. John cleared his throat, trying to intervene, but Cruella just waved him off. "Don't," she said, her voice cold. "This is between me and them." As she looked at the three men, a plan began to form in her mind. She would use every resource at her disposal to track them down, to make them pay for what they had done to Jasper. And when she was done with them, they would be sorry they had ever crossed her. The men took a step back, their eyes wide with fear, but Cruella just smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "This isn't over," she said, her voice dripping with menace. "Not by a long shot."