She was outside, sitting on a stump outside of the orphanage, whenever another kid came up.

               "Hewo." The girl looked at the kid. "Oh. Hello." The kid stared for a bit before finally asking, "Can I sit down?" "uhm.." The girl looked down at the stump and then at the kid and said, "You can sit beside me." "Okay." The two kids were both halfway on the bench, swinging only one leg.

               "My name's Jasmine. But you can call me Jazzy." The girl said this, looking over to the kid. "What's your name?" The kid opened their mouth but closed it quickly. "Well? What's the matter?" The kid sighed, "I can't weawwy pronou..pronounce it cowwectwy." Jasmine giggled. This kid was funny.

               "You mean correctly?" She laughed, but the kid just blushed, hiding their face. "Well..that's alright. There is nothing to be ashamed of." The kid looked up at Jasmine. "How about I call you.." She looked around, then spotted something, looking back at the kid with a big smile. "..Bug!" The kid giggled and nodded. "Bug, it is." 

               Jasmine was sitting on the table in her 'lair' as Conner patched her up. After all, she had stab wounds. "Ow, Conner!" She seethed. It took every fiber of her being not to punch him on the spot. "Sit still, boss." Conner sighed, gripping her hip so he could stitch up the wound. Jasmine huffed and looked around.

               Her lair wasn't very evil. It was her basement, after all. It had aluminum around the walls and just a bunch of weapons—nothing very fancy. "Golley, Conner! Could you stop stabbing me? I think I've had enough stab wounds for one day." Jasmine groaned in frustration. Conner just laughed and rolled his eyes, finally just bandaging it up. He stood up, and she put her shirt back on.

               Jasmine headed upstairs whenever she heard the phone ring. She slid towards it, answering. "What's up?" It was her security guard. "We got Orion." Her eyes widened, and she smiled. "Bring him in."

                Jasmine went to get ready again, changing into a non-bloody shirt. If she was going to torture someone, she didn't want to look like a slob. She went to the guest room, instructing the guards to drop him there. They slammed the door as they left.

               Jasmine turned on the light. Orion, the lovable hero, was tied up. "Well, well, well." She laughed as she circled around him. "Look what the cat dragged in." Orion was pretty hurt and already looked exhausted. Good. 

               "Can't get enough of me, huh?" Orion chuckled weakly, "You just love seeing me tied up. Don't you?" He whispered in between breaths. Jasmine knew he was just trying to make her uncomfortable. It kind of worked. "Don't flatter yourself." Jasmine stopped in front of him, looking him up and down as she brought out her knife. She analyzed him, her mind labeling all of the joints and nerves, mostly the places she could hurt the most.

               Jasmine crouched down, cutting the side of his thigh all the way to his ankles, making him yell. She stood back up with a smile. "I've waited too long for this." She laughed sadistically. "How long have you, um." Orion swallowed hard. His eyes widened as she stared at his bloody leg. He didn't have any comments to make.

               She slashed the knife across his face, making it hurt more than it really had to. Jasmine was about to stab him in the chest when Orion stopped her. "Marshall would be disappointed." Jasmine narrowed her eyes. "First, you killed him, and now me? What kind of twisted?" She threw the knife against the wall and held him up by his collar. "It wasn't my fault." She barked. His eyes just narrowed. "You knew what you were doing." 

Jasmine threw Orion against the wall and wiped her bloody hands onto her shirt.