The next two weeks passed uneventful. I only saw Blake in the mornings where he'd give another list of agonizing work to do.  It seemed this was his way of getting back at me for what happened the other night even though that wasn't my fault. I still wonder what the heck happened that night. I wonder why I felt immense pleasure in stead of intense pain. But if there is one thing I know for sure...It was not normal. After that day Blake seemed to give me work that would take three to four people to do. Its way too much for just me. I practically drag myself around to finish. Other slaves would look at me in pity. Not that I wanted their pity. But I can see why they look at me that way. I had a bath just the other day and when i looked in the mirror I wanted to cry. My hair was a dull brown. It didn't hold the life it did before. My face has faded bruises from the beating he had given me. I have dark blue circles under my eyes. My skin  is so pale I should be dead. And I'm way too skinny. I practically look like a zombie.

I finally finished todays work and I was so dizzy I could barely stand. I hurried as fast as I could back to my chambers where my food and water is. I felt myself run into something hard and I gasped. "Are you ok? You look terrible." I scowled and stepped back. "Hello to you too Jason!" I hissed. He frowned. "No. I mean you really look sick Jasmine." "You think I dont know this? I feel sick too. Its not like it has anything to do with the fact that Blake is working me to death or anything." I sneered sarcastically. His frown deepened as though he was offended by my temper. "He's never worked a slave this hard before. What did you do to him?" I glared at him. He WOULD assume it was my fault wouldn't he? "I didn't do a damn thing. Now if you'd excuse me. I'm tired, I dont feel good and I want to go lay down." I pushed past him and hurried the rest of the way to my room. Once I got there I collapsed on my bed breathing heavily. Once I got my breathing calmed down I sat up slowly and grabbed my water. I downed it quickly and did the same to my bread. Something told me I should have been a little slower.

A few minutes later I felt like I was going to be sick. I jumped out of bed and started to the bathroom. Sadly I tripped over something before I even made it out of the room. I managed to pull myself to my knees before I got sick. After I got rid of basically nothing I started to crawl to my bed. I tried to get up but I just collapsed gasping on the floor. What the hell is wrong with me?!?!?! I felt myself slowly go unconscious.

"Jasmine! Wake up! can you hear me?" I felt someone shaking me and I opened my eyes slowly to see Blake above me with a blank expression on his face. "What the-" I tried to sit up only to collapse again. I moaned as a headache made itself known. My skull felt like it was about to split open. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!" Blake demanded. I opened my eyes and glared at him. "I'm sick obviously." I said hoarsely. He groaned something under his breath. "Do you think you can walk long enough to get to the infirmary?" "I guess I could try...Just help me get on my feet." He grabbed my limp hand and managed to pull me to my feet. I felt like I was hit with a wall of dizziness and my legs started to collapse. "Dammit!" Blake cursed. He wrapped an arm around my waist to stop me from hitting the ground. He pulled me into his arms bridal style and started walking quickly to where ever he was taking me. "Now are you going to tell me why you are so sick?" If I had the strength to glare I would have.  "I have no fucking idea. You tell me and we'll both know." I muttered. I felt myself slipping back to sleep as his walk gently rocked me. Just as everything was about to go black I felt something jerk me upward. My eyes flew open and Blake was glaring at me. "Stay awake."

It was really hard to do as he asked. He rushed me into a room and layed me on what seemed to be a hospital bed. "Jason!" He yelled. A few seconds later I heard more footsteps enter the room. "Yes master?" "Find out what is wrong with her!" I opened my eyes and saw a frowning Jason. He looked me over and sighed. "Yes sir."

After checking all my vitals and asking a few questions about what happened Jason seemed to know what was wrong. "Well?" Blake asked. "She seems to be suffering from severe exhaustion. It seems she's been working her body way to hard and she isn't eating enough for how much she works herself and she's dehydrated. Therefore her body is starting to shut down." Blake scowled. "And just how do you plan on fixing this?" Jason shook his head. "The only way to fix it is to keep her here and hook her to an I.V to get the fluids her body needs back into her. As for her exhaustion I think its just best to let her rest until she feels alot better." Blake sighed. "How long is she going to be in here?" "Until she's fully hydrated and rested again. Unless of course you dont want her to stay." This seemed to be the wrong words to say. Because the next thing I know Jason was against a wall and Blakes hand was around his throat. "Dont ever question me! If I didn't want her to get better I wouldn't have brought her here in the first place. Now I suggest you get to work on doing just what you need to do to get her back into full health." My eyes widened as Blake pushed away from him. Jason seemed to be just as suprised as I was. He sent me a shocked look. "Y-yes sir!!" Blake nodded. "I have things to do. I'll be back later. If she doesn't look any better when I get back your ass is grass!" he growled. He shot me a smug look and left the room.

I closed my eyes and sighed. A few seconds later I felt something prick my arm. I opened my eyes slowly and looked over to where Jason was putting an I.V into my arm. "Hey..." My voice came out as a weak whisper. "Hey there Jasmine. How are you feeling?" "What kind of dumb question is that? If I was feeling ok I wouldn't be here now would I?" He chuckled. "Sick as hell and you still have the strength to tell people off." He finished hooking the I.V up. "That should be good for now." I smiled weakly. "Thanks..." "No problem. You know...I've never seen Blake act that way before over a slave. Usually when a slave gets sick he doesn't care. He doesn't bring them to the infirmary until they're dead. What did you do or say to him?" My mind flashed back to the day where he bit me. I decided I wouldn't tell him that. "I didn't do anything...." My voice came out really low and weak. He looked even more shocked. "Well then. Consider yourself special Jasmine. I have to put you to sleep. You really need it." I barely managed a nod. I barely felt the prick of the needle. A few seconds after I felt it I was pulled into a peaceful deep sleep.

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