Chapter one hundred & Twenty five

JASMINE

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Alison's voice drips with sarcasm as she begins, "Never thought we'd end up like this." She takes a deliberate step forward, her blonde hair bouncing with each movement. Her tired eyes betray her otherwise composed demeanor, but I know she'll never let that weakness show.

She's here to taunt me, to revel in my captivity. I refuse to give her the satisfaction of a response, instead letting out a dismissive scoff.

"I never thought seeing you here would give me so much joy," Alison continues, her voice laced with false enthusiasm. But I see right through her. She's bluffing.

I rattle the chains binding my hands against the bed frame, the sudden clatter making Alison flinch. She jumps back, her composure momentarily shattered. I laugh, the sound echoing through the room.

Alison's expression twists into a snarl. "Shut up!" she spits.

But I won't be silenced. "For a captor, you have no balls," I say, my voice steady. "You're shaking in your boots."

Alison's eyes flash with anger,