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Naked. I stood there, within the empty room, naked. The walls were almost all white, a few were black, but the room itself was very bright. I could hear nothing but my own breathing as I stood there - waiting. When was he going to enter through those doors? The droid who undressed me and tended to my wounds, told me that this mystery 'Master' would be in to inspect me shortly. I hoped he would be, as my hands clenched in tight fists and homicidal impulses rushed through my blood. I would kill him, whoever he was, who had bought me. The sheer notion of such an outrageous scenario of being purchased put a disgusting bitter taste in my mouth, I nearly wanted to spit upon the floor. I, the royal Princess of Smuir - a planet known for it's brutal though stealthy warriors and frost covered lands, could be purchased like a lowly little droid. This shouldn't have happened, it was all father's fault - if he didn't turn down that deal with the Trade Federation I wouldn't have been kidnapped.
I couldn't remember anything but black. One moment I was in the hallway of the palace and the next I was waking up in a crate on a black market ship, being trafficked by some unknown scoundrel who would profit from my pain. I was raised a fighter, trained by the best masters of assassin on Smuir, and I would not be held captive by this unknown mystery 'Master'. Oh no, this buyer just purchased much more than he bargained for no doubt. I continued to stand there, naked, tense, and ready for the fight for my life.
The doors suddenly opened, the metal hatch automatically rising to reveal a dark figure marching into the room. My eyes widened but I didn't move, the doors would need to close before I could begin to act on my aggression. The figure walked briskly straight up to me and stopped inches from my face, yellow eyes stung into me from under the black hood of the figure's cloak. It was male, the creature who stood before me, taller than I would have liked to admit. After what felt like a long moment the doors began to automatically close again and I tensed preparing myself for battle, even going far enough to raise a fist at chest level, when he removed his hood and I stopped dead in my tracks unable to move.
He was terrifying to look at but my eyes widened none the less at the male before me, a multi horned creature with scathing yellow red eyes peering out of a red and black face. I had never seen one of his kind in person before but I had heard about this race, the Dathomiri. The vision of the large intense male was a shock to take in but fear was not the reason I had frozen in place. Something was holding me back, invisible forces keeping me in place as I struggled to fight back through these unseen chains. His black gloved hand was ever so held palm towards me, fingers outstretched upward, nearly hidden amongst this black cloak. My eyes wide and fierce towards him I desperately tried to resist his incredible power as the realization dawned upon me in horror - he was a Jedi. A force user, but one clad in black - that was a different type I had been told about. My mind scanned feverishly quick for the term when I finally remembered. He was no Jedi, this man before me was even more fearsome, he was a Sith Lord.
His eyes moved over me for a moment, before they shot back to my own purple orbs. "Impressive reflexes, even for a Volnol. Nearly as impressive as your blind stupidity that you no doubt consider fearlessness, or worse; courage." He spoke in common language, his voice surprisingly calm in comparison with the low aggressive voice I had expected from his outward appearance. I could do nothing but look back at him in my paused pose. Narrowing his eyes he continued, "Any other creature I would have killed by now after that sort of outburst, but this is a rare occasion and the imperial credits I've spent for this were not for the immediate death of my purchase. No matter how tempting." he nearly smirked.
I'm not sure if my eyes expressed my thoughts in a way I hadn't known them alone to do, since my face muscles couldn't even move I knew my expression hadn't given signal of my confusion, yet he knew immediately that I didn't understand. I was confused by what exactly the situation I had found myself in was, now learning this new information. I was purchased by a Dathomirian Sith Lord who was holding me suspended in movement without so much as touching me or showing any sign of strain to use his power to do this. No matter how hard I struggled against it, I couldn't budge. His face, though covered in unique skin design, held little expression but he seemed somehow passively irritated yet willing to explain.
"When I had heard a native from Smuir was on auction I wasted no time in collecting you, it isn't everyday when a Volnol is for sale. First time in millennia as a matter of fact. But when I found out that it was their royal heir to the throne - well the purchase turned out to be almost too good to be true. A truly rare specimen of exceptional bloodline quality. The first Smuir royal to ever be sold into slavery. Slavery now to the Sith Order, specifically slavery to me." He finished his words calmly yet severely, as he released me from his force grip.
My body instantly dropped to the floor, embarrassment flooded my mind but took second seat to my awe at his incredible supernatural like power. My chest rose and dropped repeatedly as I tried to catch my breath while looked up to him. "Who are you?" I managed to get out.
"Do not speak unless I allow you to do so." he answered sharply, "To your feet."
I licked my lips bitterly as I stood up from the floor, my eyes never leaving his in a challenging exchange. He looked over me again, his gaze examining my naked body to an uncomfortable degree. Slowly he began to circle me, my head turned to follow his movements with a disgusted expression on my features.
"Eyes forward. Don't move." he commanded.
I did as he told me, turning to look back forward as my left eye nearly twitched in internal protest to my own actions. "And if I don't?" I challenged him again.
"Do not disobey me, slave." his voice answered from behind as my throat was painfully tightened.
My hands jumped to my neck but there was nothing restricting me, it was his force power again. I choked on nothing, fighting for air to no avail. After a moment worry began to sink in as my vision burred and my chest tightened painfully. Suddenly he released his grip again and my air ways opened, gasping for breath.
"I don't repeat myself so best you listen the first time an order is given to you, Volnol." he hissed. "Understood?"
"Yes." I answered in shaken breathes.
He continued to look over me, gandering at me like I was an animal or an object, as he slowly circled around me. After a few moments he found himself back directly in front of me, our eyes locked.
"You will address me as Master. That should be simple enough for you to remember. I own you. I have sole authority over you. I am your Master while you are my servant, and will be addressed as such. You do not get a name, not until you've earned it. You are not a person, you are property. You are mine. You are an object and I can do with you whatever I please any time that I please, and if you resist me or continue to attempt to fight back, then you are going to be punished. Painfully. Mercilessly. Worse than anything you've experienced in your meager little life on Smuir. And repeatedly, until you understand fully the consequences of your actions. Do I make myself clear?" his eyes burned into me.
I tried with all my might not to show emotions but my brows grimaced regardless at his cold and intensely delivered words. I felt desecrated. I was embarrassed, humiliated, disrespected, and dismissed of any sense of worth aside from being an object owned by the powerful Sith Lord before me.
I regretfully nodded in reply, knowing not what else to do.
"Good. You'll find that I'm a very driven and clear cut person. When there is something I want, I get it. My life wasn't always what it is now and I'm proud to say that through rigorous work, discipline, and swift unforgiving conviction in my duties - that I have earned it. And that I've earned you."
A shiver ran along my spine as he looked me up and down again, my body and skin exposed still.
"However, we'll see in time if you've earned me, to be your master. Or if you are indeed not worthy of such a title. In which case I'd be inclined to earn back some of the imperial credits I've spent on you by selling off pieces of your body for animal feed. Slowly. Piece by piece until your soul finally bleeds out of you. Like others before you who have failed me. You wouldn't fail me, would you?"
I shook my head no.
"Good answer." He nearly chastised, before turning and moving across the room. "Come, sit."
I followed him to two grey square shaped high back chairs, and sat in one as he took the other.
"Of course, you should know your duties. After all if you don't quickly learn them you'll die regardless. You do as I say, whatever I say, whenever I say it. You do not question me, you do not act on your own accord, you do not resist. If I tell you to clean my robes, you clean my robes. If I tell you to ready my bath, you ready my bath. If I tell you to dress me, you dress me. If I tell you to undress me, you undress me. If I tell you wait silently, you wait silently. If I tell you to do anything, you do so promptly and with gratitude. I will make it very clear, and if you ever don't know what you're supposed to do - don't ask me. Don't bother me, do not leave the room I left you in to come searching for me. If you can't learn what you have to do then I'm going to have a lot less patience with you, and if I don't have reasons to keep you then you are gone. Sold as feed for animals. Understood?"
Again I nodded. He was deadly serious, there was no question to his threats and what with his warning strikes against me before - I would need to rethink how best to get myself out of this predicament, and going against him would literally spell out death.
"Good. Now, let me ask you, are you cold?" he questioned, his voice now more sociable than threatening.
I blinked at the sudden change in demeanor before glancing down to my very erect nipples. Fleetingly I attempted to hide my flushed face behind my hair as I looked down to my bare feet.
I nodded.
"You don't need to feel embarrassed when exposed before me. You have a good bone structure, your shape and body form is ideal for your stature, and your attributes are well balanced." he explained casually, "Look at me."
I looked to him instantly.
"Even your eye hue is the exemplary for your race. You are mine. By taking ownership of you I have approved you by my standards, and my standards are very high. I do not deal in defects or faults. I'm interested only in satisfactory results and ideal specimens. I have examined you and taken ownership of you, this means that you are acceptable. You will need to become accustomed to being fully exposed before me as well as becoming accustom to me being fully exposed before you." He shifted comfortably back into the chair a bit as he finished his words.
Become accustomed to being fully naked around each other? On Smuir males and females were never fully exposed to each other unless for medical purposes. Even during intimate rituals there was customary attire worn during The Great Union of consummation, which was a spiritual practice among the Volnol race.
"Now that isn't to mean that you will be like this all of the time. You will wear clothes that I choose for you. Suitable attire that are to my liking for you. All you need to know is that it pleases me, and if it pleases me then it pleases you. Do I make myself clear?"
I nodded. Thank the heavens, there would be clothes.
"Good. You will wear what I give you and you will thank me for it. Besides that, we'll get you on a new diet. We don't have readily accessible goods from Smuir so you will have to do with the food we do have easy access to. We'll be sure to keep it to the standard that your health requires, I wouldn't want my slave to be vitamin deficient after all. Something to raise your energy levels..." His eyes locked on my own again, in a grave way as he continued, "I have a high level of endurance and stamina, and I need someone who can last as long as I."
I gulped silently, afraid to move too much in case it could provoke him to choke me again.
"So I'll get that taken care of first, have my medical droids come up with a dietary plan for you that meets our criteria and have the kitchens prepare for it. Then by tonight you shall have your first meal, providing you've earned it. Now I think we've shared enough words. I have business to attend to and so do you." He stood up and began towards the door again.
The doorway opened and a droid was waiting on the other side, now looking to us from the open doorway. I rose to my feet and scurried to match his pace along side him.
"This is one of my RIC droids, it will show you to my quarters. Once you are there see yourself to my personal washroom. Once you are clean and the washroom is clean, you will have robes delivered to you. Put them on and await my further instructions from there. Do you understand?" He glanced to me.
I nodded looking forward.
"You have permission to answer my questions with a yes or no." he allowed.
"Yes, I understand." I nodded again, answering his previous question.
He stopped short and turned to me, so I did as well and looked to him with concern. What had I done wrong now?
"Yes, what?" he prompted.
"Yes I understand, Master." I corrected, now realizing his insistence on being referred to as master.
"Good. Do ensure you don't slip up again." he continued walking through the doorway and turned to the droid. "Take her to my quarters and ensure that she stays there."