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Warning, the following content is dark...
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The air was cold and the sound of nearly restrained weeping could be heard over the static charges emanating from the fingertips of the Sith Lord, Darth Baras. Malavai rounded the corner, walked confidently through the doorway and was forced to pause, as his eyes met a sight not commonly found among the more prestigious classes. What he saw before him could only be described in one word: perverted. Though most of the deranged spectacle remained overshadowed, behind the bulbous body of the Sith, what Malavai witnessed brought the taste of acid to the back of his throat. A young woman was bound by the neck and abdomen, her limbs held apart, spread. The majority of her face covered by a dark cloth, whereas the rest of her body remained exposed, bleeding, broken.
"Ah, Lieutenant," the Dark Lord assessed without turning around, "timely as ever."
"Indeed, my Lord," was Malavai's quick response, the only response fitting enough to be given to a Sith Lord.
"Have you met my newest apprentice?" the Darth chuckled, almost pleased with himself. "Her skin was flawless before…" electricity erupted from his fingertips once more and Malavai could almost see a smile portrayed across his face through that expressionless mask of his. The apprentice, whoever she was, was strong. Holding back the urge to scream as she bit her lip. This was someone Malavai could respect, whereas Baras; the man was clearly enjoying himself, if he could be considered a man. Malavai struggled to hold back his disgust. "Say hello apprentice," the Darth demanded with another shock, but the acolyte held back her screams, biting her lip once more. "Not to worry, we'll return your body to its original state when we see to it that you complete your training," lifting his hand once more for another sizzling blow.
Malavai couldn't bear it anymore, "My Lord," he prompted, "is there a reason for which you summoned me here today, or am I to merely observe as you torture the restrained?" A ballsy move on the Lieutenants part, if he did say so himself, and Malavai hoped he hadn't overstepped his boundaries.
A breathy cackle exuded from the Siths lips as he smirked at the Lieutenants bold comment, "Indeed there is Lieutenant," amused, the Dark Lord stepped aside to reveal the full body of his apprentice, "but since you mentioned your lack of participation," Baras motioned to the girl, "I implore you take part in the festivities."
Shock, Malavai took a step back, "My Lord, by take part you can't mean-"
"Are you questioning me Lieutenant?" Baras bellowed, all traces of amusement leaving him as he stepped toward the younger man. "Would you like to return to your lowly position under your previous employment of the Moff?!" The sith needn't say the name, they both knew who he was talking about. "Or would you prefer to be in her position as well?"
Malavai paused to recollect his composure, "No, my Lord. I need no further encouragement… I will do it," he responded, picking up one of the many syringes placed on a nearby table, taking note of its reddish tint, and injected himself with it. Malavai wondered why the Darth even had these when he was clearly turned on by the prospect of torturing those who could not fight back.
In several moments Malavai grew hardened, while remaining unaroused, as he reluctantly stepped forward, placing himself between the legs of the young woman. Malavai could hear the soft tapping of fingers on a keyboard, and the apprentice whimpered as her legs were spread even further apart. Undoing his zipper and buckles, his pants dropped to the ground. Settling his hands on both of her inner thighs, Malavai wondered if the girl had ever been placed in a situation like this before; but as she squirmed underneath him in discomfort he realized with regret that she had not.
When he was finished, Malavai breathed the cold air deeply, but the sound of nearly restrained weeping could still be heard.