~IN A CAVE ON DATHOMIR~
I spat blood.
The sithspawn standing in front of me only laughed; a deep, rumbling chuckle as crimson blood splashed across his face. He had been human once, I think, altered by dark, corrupted magic that manifested physically in the form of wicked black spikes and horns protruding from his forehead, shoulders, and down his back. His eyes glowed with orange fire, the veins beneath his skin black and pulsing gently as the dark side coursed through him.
He lifted a hand, wiping the blood I'd spat at him off his face with a wicked grin. I was held up against a wall, pinned with his other arm holding both my wrists against the wall behind me. Struggle as I might, (and I did) he was far stronger than me physically, his unnaturally long arms able to easily hold me in place from just far enough away that I couldn't land a kick to his groin. Not that I suspect it would have made much of a difference... I just wanted to kick him in the groin.
"Well well, little thing... are are becoming just like your mother, aren't you?" He grinned wickedly, his entire face seeming to split in half to reveal rows of deadly sharp teeth.
My stomach dropped. My heart froze in my chest, like an icicle had dropped directly into my core. For that moment there was nothing; a stillness that seemed infinite as I processed what he'd said. I had been angry before, but now, I was livid.
"Don't you DARE talk about my mother!" I hissed, my hands growing warm as magic began to swirl around my fingertips, despite being unable to move.
This seemed to give the creature pause. It was only for a moment, just a second before he quickly buried whatever thought he'd had under another devilish sneer. But it was too late, I'd seen it. I knew, he hadn't expected me to be able to summon my magic.
Whatever affect I'd had, he swiftly shoved aside, his impossibly long tongue sliding out of his mouth to lash at my cheek. I shuddered, trying desperately to rid my mind of the awful stench of decay that accompanied the move to demoralise me.
"Mmmm" He sneered, "He's right... you are becoming very powerful indeed, little witch."
Another shiver racked my shoulders as I fought back the wave of emotions that threatened to overcome me. That's what he wanted. He wanted me to give in to that rush of rage, of fear and remorse, all the things that made the dark side stronger. I bit my lip, so hard I tasted fresh blood. My cheek still stung from where the creature had struck me. I had been so foolish, lured so easily into this cave by the promise of answers. Mother would be disappointed.
Not that it would matter, if this creature ended up dragging me away to... wherever it was from.
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