Jasmine grinned widely, visibly feeling relieved that the gamble of bringing her mother to this trauma-inducing place worked as she had hoped. The merchant girl's eyes began gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "I know, right? I've been using this trash as my punching bag for days now. At first I didn't think I'd enjoy it… But Mom, torturing him is the true meaning of liberation. I think this is what you need to properly start your life anew. Please… I'm begging. If you feel your heart is ready, give it a go."
"There's no need to beg me, daughter… I might look like a fragile and miserable old woman, but you have no idea how long I wished to return the hurt this man gave me."
Tears of joy formed in Jasmine's eyes as she whispered, "You haven't lost your fire through the decades of torture and captivity, have you, Mom?"
