The shackles bit into Jasper's wrists and ankles, cutting into the flesh as he pulled against them. The shouts from the crowd fell on his ears, making them ring. He doesn't remember what he had done to get Lord Draco to do this, had he fought again? Lashed out at another guard who had overstepped their orders? He bared his fangs and hissed as a man used a sharpened stick to jab at his exposed torso, batting it away with a bloody hand.<br/><br/>His ears flattened against his head, pulling on the shackles in a vain attempt to get away, away from the jeers and taunts of the people, the stern look and smirk from Lord Draco. From the corner of his eye Jasper sees a girl approach and focuses on her. She isn't shouting, isn't trying to get him to act more feral than he is. Instead she somehow releases him from the chains and pulls him close. Instinctively he tries to pull away.<br/><br/>As she leads him through the door his memories shift and he recognizes the girl as his new Mistress. He hears the door close and turns to Kate. He hears what Kate has to say and feels a sense of calming overcome him. He allows himself to be led and lulled back into the reach of sleep. His eyes half closed, Jasper turned his head slightly towards Kate.<br/><br/>"How did you do that? Changing memory to dreams?" He asked, a little braver in this dreamland than he was in the waking world.