Chapter 4: Tug Of War

Ridiculous, no other word could Anakin use to describe the legend Tarkin had told him about the young widow. No, it is just not possible. True, there might be something mythical, addictive and odd regarding Amidala's beauty… but it didn't fall on the supernatural, of course.

That men could kill for her? It seemed likely. After all, brutes murdering in the name of romantic obsessions wasn't unheard of. But to think a curse or magic prompted that?

Anakin shook his head, hating the fact that the woman he so despised had occupied his thoughts for so long. He desperately tried to think of other things, of whatever, yet it didn't help. She completely dominated his mind.

You need to get out of the Palace, he heard his own advice within his troubled head. Leave Theed for at least a few hours.

He took a long shower, feeling fresh and rejuvenated afterwards. He dressed in his best robes, and with a trying attitude, left his bedchamber.

Nothing could go wrong; he had a plan that was sure to make him forget.

But fate had other things in mind.

On the way to the hangar, he ran into her.

Damn her!

She was so perfect. Her dark auburn hair ran loose, giving her a youthful look, sweet and enticing. Her clothes weren't particularly fancy—they were almost simple, which took nothing from her appeal, if anything, it made her easier to appreciate.

"Are you going out, Skywalker boy?" she asked in a soft, melodic voice.

"None of your business," Anakin grumbled. "And I told you not to call me boy." His heart was beginning to race, the proximity affecting him immensely.

She laughed, softly. "Oh, well all right. May I call you Anakin then? And you can call me Padmé; that is my maiden name."

"We don't have to call each other anyway," Anakin frowned and looked down. Another second looking at her and he might break down. "Go back to enjoy the richest and power you found in my home—and do make the best of it since you are soon to leave them forever," Anakin smiled wickedly.

She was unperturbed. "Oh keep holding on to that dream. It will be so awkward, though, when it happens the other way around."

"Amidala, you could never remove me from my Palace."

"You wanna bet, Anakin?"

Anakin stared at the floor, knowing that facing her would be his doom.

"Whatever." He turned around and left her. Very nervously, he realized she was following after him. He chose to ignore it.

"May I accompany you?" Amidala asked Anakin as he was boarding his speeder.

"You may not," he shook his head, still avoiding looking at her at all costs.

"Hmm," Padmé grinned when he had gone. "He is one tough cookie. But no matter. I will get him."

There had never been a man she couldn't have—though she had chosen to never take any— save for that one very necessary case. He would fall in time. They always do. And when he does… Skywalker would be destroyed.

"What is she up to?" Anakin wondered like a madman within his troubled head.

What could she mean by this change in attitude?

How could she gone from that shy, mute, shadow-like bride and widow to this femme forte? She used to hide her face from his prying eyes, now she displayed it for his pleasure. For his obsession to bloom.

She's out to get me, he thought, paranoically, though not entirely wrong.

He was determinate to made her a victim, and not the other way around. He might have been too obvious in is physical attraction, but he could fix that. He could show her he had no feelings for her. It would not be hard.

He growled, angry and annoyed. Again he had dedicated her too much space in his mind. He looked around, at the large crystal clear pool in front of him. At the scarcely-dressed bodies that surrounded him, and decided to order another drink and enjoy himself in Moenia's beach club. Moenia was Anakin's second favorite city in Naboo, after Theed. And the beach club had been a place he frequented since he was a young boy.

He searched around for some company, anyone that could drive his stepmother from his mind and soul—yet they all paled in comparison. Despite the fact the place was rattling with models, film stars and beauty queens, he could not find one that awakened in him the raging storm she could create with one simple glare.

Padmé enjoyed the tranquility breathed in the Palace while Anakin Skywalker wasn't there. She heard from the servants the boy had gone to the club in Moenia City, and that when he went there, he usually stayed for days, sometimes weeks away. She prayed that would be the case. Her at the moment twisted mind even entertained the idea that he could have a sort of accident while in his resort and die; saving her the trouble of avenging herself.

When night came she retreated to her bedchamber in the most relaxing state she had known in weeks, but she had barely welcomed the sweet freedom of sleep when loud noises made her jump and rise from bed.

She immediately went out to inspect, and wondered why no servants did the same; till she found the cause of disturbance.

The Skywalker Boy had returned, and he was not, by any accounts, alone. A blonde beauty hanged by his left, a pink sequenced dress on its way of falling. A stunning redhair was being dragged by his right, naked from the waist up; she was sucking at his right ear and his neck. Padmé could almost had missed her but upon observation noticed there was also a black skinned young girl, clad in white underwear only, walking behind them.

Anakin had the three beauties in a strange embrace; he had an evil face of pleasure and dominant power which unable Padmé from looking away from the scene.

Her eyes had never seen such a spectacle, and she didn't know what power came over her as she followed them, entering Anakin's private chamber. The door closed behind them by itself. Padmé stood by a corner and watched…

The three girls threw Anakin to his wide bed. They each climbed and kissed him in different places while also undressing him. He meanwhile moaned out loud, and worked to get the girls naked. The four begun mingling and rubbing against each other. Anakin caressed the body of every single girl, capturing at all times different breasts, which he squeezed without an ounce of delicacy. He bit at the thighs of the blonde; his lips licked at her insides and made her scream as if someone was slashing a knife through her skin. The other two were also moaning and screaming, making noises which filled Padmé's mind, the whole thing giving her an inexplicable desire to also scream like that.

Anakin next took each of the girls. Padmé saw, amazed, as he grabbed them with ease, one by one in different ways…

She realized she was breathless, she was sweating as if she had run Theed's plaza in its entirety.

She didn't know what to think—a sort of clarity came over her when Anakin glanced from his place in the bed, and to her with a triumphant smile.

She wanted to die, but simply found she still had feet and could run.

She fled from his bedchamber, feeling like she would never be able to get him, after all.