"I love you, Padmé."
"Stop it, Anakin." Padmé looked away. She was going to die...chained to a chariot with this whiny child. The only person she ever loved was likely to die in front of her.
"I can't deny my feelings! And you can't deny yours!" He pulled her to him possessively.
"You're right." She said trying to get away, but he was too strong. "I can't deny how disgusting your unadulterated infatuation is!" She finally punched him in the jaw, the metal of her chains breaking his skin.
"How dare yo-" that earned him another slap. He caught her hand and fixed a wolfish grin on her face. Did he really enjoy being rejected? He leaned forward and kissed her, not caring that she didn't kiss back.
She never thought she'd be grateful to be strung up on a pole in what looked like a gladiatorial arena. Obi Wan's presence by Anakin made her heart constrict, so she hadn't saved him after all. He didn't seem too worried and that gave her some hope.
She pulled her lock pick out of her hair, they never checked the hair. Even if she wasn't a jedi, wearing those gowns really built core strength, she could climb up to the top of this pillar. What she wouldn't give for a blaster. This chain was going to have to do for a weapon.
Something resembling a giant cat was trying to eat her. In an effort to see how Obi Wan was doing she missed the cat making a swipe at her. At first it just felt like something warm had been pressed to her back, but the next second the pain hit her and her back arched as she screamed. Both her Jedi companions looked at her with concern but she didn't notice because she was beating the crap out of kitty.
It was time to teach the people of Geonosis a lesson about diplomacy.