WARNING: This chapter contains rape. it is majorly non-graphic however it is more then just implied. Therefore if this subject matter disturbs you do not read.
The streets were dark. The desert night air cold and biting, clouds of sand rising up to choke those who were unprepared. The sand clouds grew thicker, the coarse sand settling on anything and everything, covering the world with its itchy, coarse blanket – the beginnings of a sand storm.
Obi-Wan looked outside the cantina into the uninviting half-empty streets of Mos-Eisly from where he stood near the entrance and decided that he now had a good idea as to why Anakin hated Tatooine. It wasn't a welcoming place to say the least.
He felt fidgety for some reason. He really shouldn't have had as much to drink as he did but his contact on this mission had insisting that he try some of the nicer alcohol here. The man even paid for him. Maybe this was what was making Obi-Wan so uneasy. It wasn't everyday that someone you didn't know offered you drinks and didn't want anything in return.
Obi-Wan shrugged, deciding that he was being unreasonable and stepped out into the night. He walked through the streets, encountering different beings from time to time and starting to feel relatively at ease.
The part he hated most was the maze of alleys that were supposed to take him back to his quarters. They were dark and isolated. Obi-Wan paused, wishing that he had a speeder with him, or at the least Anakin. He sighed and started down the narrow streets, the alcohol in his system helping his relax so that he didn't really expect an attack…
It came before Obi-Wan's dulled senses could fully alert him to the danger. Something hit him in the back – hard. The air was sucked out of his lungs and he fell to the ground, face first, with a muffled grunt.
They were upon him then. Five of them, tall, bulky, smelling of alcohol and cheep whore perfume that they had picked up earlier in the evening. Obi-Wan found himself pinned to the ground, his lightsaber discarded, and a cold mettle band snapped onto his neck. The Force screamed out of existence and Obi-Wan felt himself go numb. No this couldn't be happening. How could he have fallen into such a simple trap? His so-called contact straddled him as his goons gathered around to watch the show. Obi-Wan winced as his wrists and ankles were bound and his outer robe ripped off.
"Oh look, boys!" the young man on top of him, Shad, sing-songed in a sugary voice. "We have ourselves a pretty little Jedi I see." The goons laughed. Shad slammed Obi-Wan's head against the ground making him inhale sand. He chocked on it and was thrown into a raging coughing fit. Shad laughed. "Stupid, gullible, Jedi whore."
There was a touch of cold metal to Obi-Wan's neck and then a ripping sound as a small sharp knight cut neatly through his tunics. The cloth fell around him and he could feel cold, rough hands on his back. More ripping and his trousers were split open too. Obi-Wan felt the world spin. He tried to struggle but only received sharp pains from his wrists and ankles. "You will pay for you nosiness, Kenobi," Shad muttered into his ear, making Obi-Wan shiver. "My friends like a good night of sex. I hope you like having your brains fucked out of you."
Mounting horror built up in Obi-Wan and he felt himself go numb from the implication. No, Force! Anakin! Anakin, where are you? But of course his partner wasn't there. Anakin was back on Coruscant.
"What do you say, boys? We all have two turns each?"
"I thought I was getting a blow job?" someone said huskily. "And he's a pretty one."
"We'll see about that," Shad grinned. "I can tell this one's a virgin in every way. This is going to be more fun then I though!"
Obi-Wan tried to shut the world out, to disconnect. He had stopped struggling by now, seeing that it was useless. Force! A pressure against his entrance made Obi-Wan squeeze his eyes shut. Then there was pain. A sharp burning pain. The world blurred – the images, the sounds.
Pain.
Humiliation.
Queasiness.
Blood.
More pain.
A seconds' emptiness.
And then it started all over again.
Then, after what seemed like an eternity, there was complete emptiness. The world returned to some form of clarity. And now all that remained around him was the sand, a cold night, and an empty street with no one there to see him cry.
