Redemption

Chains

It's 21BBY, 2 years after Order 66 and the fall of Anakin Skywalker.

Disclaimer: I don't promote violence in anyway in real life- do not fall for a man like this irl please... when i say Anakin/Vader is a bipolar asshole, i mean it! This book contains a lot of dark themes, so please please please read with caution. And again, don't fall for a man like this. this is just different- it's fictional.

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And it's anakin...

Villains just fuck better.

Enjoy!

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The clinking of the chains restraining my hands echoed, intensifying the atmosphere in the dimly lit corridor. Unwillingly, I moved forward, each step resonating in the hallway. Blindfolded, I was deprived of sight, but I had a sense of my surroundings. The frigid air stung my lungs, and the hands on my arms tightened their grip.

"I want her brought to me immediately. Alive." A strange voice resonated in my ears. I found myself in unfamiliar surroundings, with no recollection of how I had ended up there.

"Consider it done, my lord," one of the men gripping my arms affirmed. With increased urgency, he pulled me along, hastening our pace.

In an instant, darkness enveloped me, and everything went black.

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I awoke suddenly, disoriented and perplexed. As I gradually lowered my gaze, I discovered metal restraints encircling my wrists and ankles. My attempts to break free proved nothing but failure. Before me stood a cloaked figure, their eyes a vivid shade of piercing yellow. The intensity of their gaze bore into me, raging with fury.

"Where am I?" I demanded, my voice quivering with unease. The man rose from his seat and approached me. His face remained concealed, hidden in the darkness, with only the unsettling glow of those piercing yellow eyes as a point of reference. All I could help but think was who he was. How I got here.

"You're my prisoner," he declared, his voice cold and measured, as he continued his deliberate advance. My eyes darted around the room, fear coursing through my veins. The chamber was dark and cold, yet the immense glass window exposed a mesmerizing expanse of stars, their beauty in stark contrast to my dire circumstances.

Despite the difficulty of concealing my fear, I was determined not to let it show. I held his gaze, refusing to break eye contact with the eerie yellow glow seeping from beneath his hood. He stood mere inches in front of me, and I maintained my stare.

"Why am I here?" I demanded once more, my determined gaze locked onto his. I narrowed my eyes in an attempt to discern more about this mysterious figure, but his features remained elusive, hidden within the depths of that impenetrable hood.

"You don't remember?" he whispered, drawing as close to me as possible. He leaned down to meet the side of my face, and a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead as I attempted to assert control by turning my head slightly. I maintained my silence, fixing my unwavering gaze into his eyes. "You're a traitor," he whispered in my ear, his gaze fixed upon me as his breath grazed my face. I averted my eyes, rolling them away from his penetrating stare. Slowly, I directed my gaze upwards to the ceiling, scanning the room one last time, my eyes wide as ever.

"Where am I?" I yelled in reply to his accusation. He slowly stood up and looked down on me.

"Your in my quarters... Located on the death star." He said slowly, waiting for my reaction to the last few words he let fall from his lips. The death star is never somewhere I expected to be, and now I was wondering what I did to get here. Everything was a blur. I couldn't remember anything, almost as if my mind was a blank slate. The only thing I knew was this room, and fear.