Chapter One Hundred & Twenty Seven

—JASMINE.

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I open my eyes, and darkness envelops me, suffocating. Panic sets in, my mind racing with the terrifying thought that I've gone blind. But slowly, light seeps in, followed by colors, and I become aware of my ragged breathing. I realize I've been holding my breath for what feels like an eternity.

As my vision clears, I open my eyes properly, and my gaze falls upon movement. My body is being carried, cradled in someone's arms. I try to lift my head, but a wave of exhaustion washes over me.

The woman carrying me is imposing, tall, and athletic, with breasts that feel like hardened muscle against my cheek. I attempt to move, to struggle, but my body betrays me, lacking even the slightest hint of strength.

I'm trapped, helpless, and at her mercy.

Despite my vulnerability, the fact that women are still tending to me offers a glimmer of hope. Denzel must still retain some semblance of sanity, some shred of humanity.

My thoughts are interrupted as the woman gently places me into a