Redemption

Ultraviolence

tw: violence

The ship came to a gradual halt in the expansive hanger after we landed. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest, resonating with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. I felt his familiar presence surge my senses. It was soothing, comforting almost. And even though his proximity was reassuring, butterflies were flocking in my stomach, unsettling me. I was nervous, almost like my body was telling me to turn around. Doubt echoed throughout my mind to just turn the ship around and leave this instant.

He doesn't want you.

The hangar buzzed with workers running around frantically as soon as we touched down. Amidst all the chaos, I spotted one girl in particular, one with ice blonde hair. She stood out to me because she was the only woman around this part of the Death Star, and the only one I had encountered so far. Fear etched across her features, and a desire to assist her ignited within me.

Not too long ago, I was just like her- lost, yearning to be discovered by the right person. I was found, although I struggle to label it as the right person.

Abruptly, the frantic running and panicking ceased. The hangar had an eerie calm state. Each person found where they were so desperate to be, and began working. It was odd, they had all panicked at the same time, and were now all calm like nothing had even happened. My gaze remained fixed on the ice blonde girl, who had immersed herself in the difficult task of tending to one of the docked ships.

I'm assuming she was a mechanic. I smiled watching her talent, but that smile quickly faded away as I watched as some of the men around her checked her out. I abruptly stood up from my seat, watching them look at her like prey. My eyes were locked in on her and these men. Their predatory glances and intrusive advances toward her triggered an immediate response within me.

The all-too-familiar sensation returned, as if I were stepping into her shoes, sharing the distressing feeling of constant scrutiny and predation that women often endured. The men closed in on her, scrutinizing her every move, and my heart raced with the unsettling resonance of her experience. I felt Rex's gaze on me in my peripheral, but I was too focused on the blonde girl.

"I'm going" I demanded and stormed to the exit of the ship. My eyes remained locked onto the unfolding situation, my investment evident in the intensity of my gaze, refusing to look away until it was no longer within sight. The echoes of my own heartbeat resonated in my ears, a drumbeat matching the urgency of my actions.

As I stepped out into the hangar, the familiar presence of him surged through me with heightened intensity. It wrapped around my senses, attempting to anchor me, but I forcefully pushed away that comforting familiarity. My focus was unwavering, directed solely toward the distressed girl in need.

Her tits are just waiting to be cummed on

Her lips will be around my cock whether she likes it or not

Their thoughts were storming in my brain as I became closer to them. It disgusted me. The girl was becoming more and more uncomfortable as she noticed the situation she was in. My footsteps were echoing throughout the hangar, and although the loud noise of metal clanking and machines working was masking it, I knew they could hear it. The two guys turned to me, judging my every move.

The urge to react impulsively, to abandon composure and confront them head-on, surged within me. But I needed to keep my cool, a thought repeating in my mind like a lifeline. Losing control would not only jeopardize the current situation but also risk exposing aspects of myself that needed to remain concealed. Just for a moment, I forced myself to rationalize amidst the emotional storm brewing within.

The hangar's ambient sounds formed a backdrop to the internal struggle. My gaze remained steady, a mask of composure concealing the turmoil beneath. I needed to navigate this situation the right way, ensuring that my intervention didn't unravel the layers of secrecy I maintained.