Jasmine woke to the painful jabbing of a jet of water hitting her stomach.  Any attempt to scream was killed by the breath being knocked out of her.  Skidding along scratchy metal floor of the cage she tried to curl up, tried to protect herself.  Finally managing a gasp of air it was lost as she landed atop...a body?<br/><br/>A body that moved.  Trying to twist around and scream and wake up from the nightmare all at the same time, she managed none of them.  She couldn't figure out why she was there.  Last thing she remembered was running from a man.  She finally managed to curl up into a ball, hands over her head.  The bare arm that had been scraped along the cage floor was starting to throb and burn.  A sure sign it had cut her up.