Threads of Silver

Caught

The shadows of the boots revealed the figure outside was standing still, but facing the door nonetheless. You pressed yourself back farther against the steel shelving unit. Praying to the gods that you hadn't been found missing, just yet. You had barely made it to the end of the hall, for gods sake- you can't get caught just yet.

The breath in your lungs stilled as the door slid open. 

You didn't have to see who it was- you felt him. 

Commander Ren.

Your heart was pounding so loudly as you remained hidden in your little crawlspace, you were sure he would hear it. The boots continued into the room, slow, every step calculated. As if he already knew. 

Sweat dripped down the side of your face and your hand moved slowly to your mouth, begging your breaths to quieten. The black military boots came into your view, stopping briefly, before turning to directly face your hiding spot. 

You silently begged the universe to spare you, remaining frozen to the spot, quivering. 'This was it- I'm going to die.' 

"You will come out from there. Now." The modulated voice ordered, confirming your fear that he found you. Even through the mask, you felt his words tinged with anger. He remained unmoving, his boots still directly facing you. You didn't move a muscle. 

After a brief pause, you felt a Force grab hold of your uninjured leg, yanking you out from under the shelf, dragging you across the floor. A whimper left your lips, and you looked up to see him standing over you. The Force was still latched onto your leg, and now your entire body, rendering you immobile. You couldn't tear your eyes from the mask as he continued to tower over you. 

Slowly, as if approaching a cornered animal, he crouched next to you. The mask was now mere inches from your face.

"I see you're feeling... much better." The voice was now low, sarcastic but barely above a whisper, smooth like black velvet. You didn't answer, and tears threatened to flow out of the corner of your eyes. With a sudden movement, you were grabbed, picked up and thrown over his broad shoulder. At this, you discovered your body was still released from it's immobility, and just as he turned and exited the doorway, you started thrashing in his grip, landing fists upon his broad back, kicking out your legs in a last bit attempt to escape his grasp. He seemed completely unaffected, and cooly opened a large door with the pass of his hand on a keypad. 

"You fucking asshole- let me go!" Your voice was shrill, near screaming. With an annoyed huff, he shifted and you were roughly tossed onto the hard floor of the room you were now in. In your struggled, your thin hospital gown had shifted, the neck nearly draped off of your shoulders, revealing your collarbones. And much to your burning cheeks, it had also ridden up way above your stomach, leaving you completely. You stood quickly, pulling your gown down to hide yourself, and huffed, eyes glaring up at Commander Ren as the door slid locked-closed behind him. He didn't seem bothered by your indecency, but then again, you weren't able to truly read his emotion. 

Your eyes darted around the room, coming back to rest on Commander Ren. The room was the one you had been brought to prior, your first meeting with him. You had two working legs this time, and refused to go down without a fight. Your fists clenched at your sides, and you could have swore his chest huffed in a chuckle. 

Fuck this. You weren't going to be manhandled like this- you did nothing wrong. If anything, you were an innocent bystander! You bit your tongue; you did try to steal their ship. But they were the ones raiding your ship, or what was left of it.

"Make no mistake, the fact that we haven't yet disposed of you does not guarantee your life." The Commander took a step forward, and you took four large steps back. Your eyes darted around the room, and you ran to the other side of the table, placing as much space between you and this monster.