Jasmine didn't know who this Yam person was.  Or why she was in this cage with someone that had enough pull to warrant a kidnapping.  But she was and there were men yelling for them to wake up.  Curling up tighter she wished she could just disappear.  Wished she wasn't there.  Wished she'd not let her pride get the better of her and just paid the damn shakedown.  There was no one that would miss her.  No one that would go looking for her.  All she could do was hope they'd forget about her and she'd be able to escape.  Not that it was all that likely.  That shithead went through a lot of trouble to catch her.  Shivering in the wet clothes she was feeling sick with a chill deep down in her bones.  One borne from terror rather than illness.