Hey all. I've got a new Kotor 2 fic for you. Word of warning: this is a bit darker than my usual stuff. If you think the rating is wrong, please tell me and I might fix it. DSF Exile/Atton. Dark sided Atton point of view.
Beta: Nah
Disclaimer: *Sigh* How many times must I say this? I don't own a single thing!
The large circular room was shrouded in darkness. The soft bed we were lying on was covered in black silk, with the black handcuffs to match. There were no windows, and even if there had been, no amount of light could piece the darkness that Jesa Sharp created. Trying my best to not wake up Jesa, I slid out of the bed and walked across the ice cold floor. I didn't care that I was tired; I just didn't want to go back into that bed. I glanced in the mirror and cringed at the sight. My hair had grayed out on the sides, and my eyes were a piercing yellow. My once tan face was now deathly pale, and the marks of her corruption marred my features. Turning away from the mirror as fast as possible, I looked back at Jesa. I called my lightsaber to me, and clicked it on. The only faint glow in the room now came from my red lightsaber, and it cast a bloody shadow over my lovers gray body. Sighing quietly, I clicked the lightsaber off and turned to the wall. With no other choice, I rested my head against it a thought back to how we had gotten here.
After Kreia's defeat, the Ebon Hawk crew had gone back to Korriban to rebuild the Sith Academy. After we had completed that task, the remaining Force Touched flocked to us. They had all quickly accepted Jesa as the new Dark Lord. She had taken over the training of the new Sith, and the crew was the teachers. Jesa (as I still called her in private) had eventually killed them all off. I was the only one left, but she never killed me. She had hurt me, tested me, tortured me, and broken me, but she had never killed me. For months I wondered why. Why wouldn't she just kill me and end this paradise of torture that was my life? Eventually I figured out why.
I was a slave to my addiction: a slave to her. Of course she wanted to use that to her advantage. She would use anyone, even me, and when they held no use any longer, she would toss them aside like yesterday's garbage. Even though I knew this, I still followed her every command. If she said kill, I killed. If she said torture, I tortured. If she said destruction, I destroyed. If she had every said death, I would die for her. You must be thinking that I love her, but I don't. She doesn't love me either, for we have no love to give. Hearts such as ours are too charred for such emotions. We can give each other plenty of pleasure and pain though. When I heard Jesa's sweet, poisonous voice echo through my mind I walked back over to the bed. Shaking my head, I lay back down with her. As I try to get as comfy as possible, I remove her ice cold hand away from my chest. Maybe she needed me just as much as I needed her. The thought makes me smile. Closing my eyes, I braced myself for the upcoming day. I was going to need plenty of strength if I was going to be able to please my addiction again.
Well, there it is folks. I hoped you liked it, but no matter what you think, please leave a review. No flames or anything, but constructive criticism is highly appreciated! Until Next Time!
-LunarMaiden7
