Authors Notes/ *Le gasp* I updated! I have a confession to make...I've been procrastinating for the past couple of months, don't kill me! I've been writing this chapter for a bout two weeks, because it's been sort of on and off with writing. I believe the first part was written when I had my first hang over last year, I blame family!

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Chapter 8: Count Dooku enters.

Obi Wan's chest sunk, a sick feeling building in his stomach. He wanted to sink into the ground, but the pressure of Kia's hands around his arms kept him up. He wanted to keep his eyes from connecting with Dooku's but felt his neck involuntarily turn upwards to face Dooku's dull eyes.

"Kenobi" he began walking towards himself and Kia slowly, using the force to wretch Kia from him. Obi Wan leant back onto the wall, attempting to stand tall, not to back down from the man, no animal who had brought so much damage to the Republic and the Jedi. "How the mighty fall" Obi Wan's eyes rose, this time not to avoid the contact of Dooku's eyes but to meet them. "I see old scars have gone…deep."

His hand reached out, enclosing around his neck, lifting his underweight body as though it was a rag-doll and pushing him against the cold wall. Obi Wan's body made no protest, though the pained stare he got from Kia burned him slowly.

"STOP IT" her voice suddenly cried out, her body frozen to the spot and her eyes wide with fear.

"Take the woman out" Dooku whispered darkly, the shadows underneath his eyes becoming more visible. Kia began screaming, shivers went down Obi Wan's back as she reached out for him only to be grabbed from behind by the guard, picked up and hauled out of the cell, her screams still echoing down the corridor. "You will see her soon enough" he stared at the Jedi hard, getting an equally hard look back. He had lost weight over the week; his bones were becoming visible underneath his flesh, the dirt caked over wounds, new and old.

He tightened his grip around his neck, letting out small shocks and feeling Obi Wan's shocked jolts "Now tell me, what is a Jedi like you, doing in a situation like this?"

"Tell me, why is a Sith like you, visiting a place like this?" Obi Wan retorted, controlling the appeal to spit in his face.

The grip around his neck lessened and he watched as Dooku stepped back 'I have a bad feeling about this' he though grimly as he pushed himself up to a straight position.

Fire burns, but not as much as the burning of electricity as it crackles across your skin does. He could smell his flesh burning away, the putrid smell reaching his nose and making him gag. He'd held his tongue for as long as he could, but began to scream as Count Dooku's hands slipped around his wrists and the electricity poured through his body. All he saw was Dooku's grin, his face wouldn't move from it as his eyes strained.

"Now, you will help me."


Kia sat alone; the silence spoke for itself in the darkness. She wondered what could have happened if she'd been made to stay, would she have been made to watch Dooku's torments and torture, or be tortured herself.

She didn't know.

She heard footsteps but didn't turn, she already knew who it was from the way the feet hit the ground.

Slaver.

He moved behind her and placed a hand around her shoulders, the fabric of his gloves were noticeably smooth, leather.

His head was around next, his breath gliding across her nose, an acrid smell spread across it, alcohol.

Fantastic, a drunken zygerian slaver.

"You're a pretty slave girl, aren't you?"

'Fuck' she thought to herself, slowly etching away from him. His grip on her tightened, his arm pulled her into his chest and forced her head into his lap.

"You can't be a slave pretty one" his drunk tongue swelled with his drunken language, his hand brushing through her hair, making her back stiffen.

There was nothing she could do.

She was a slave, he was a slaver.

In a sudden motion she was on her back, her wrists were pinned to the ground tightly, his mouth inches away from hers. "You will learn not to defy your masters" he purred, sliding a hand down her cleavage. His lips began glide across her bare neck, each of her hairs stood on end as she tried to push the man, no creature off her body.

"Get off me" she hissed, trying to push him from her body but only succeeding in having him push himself further into her. "You wouldn't want your master finding you were kissing a slave" she whispered, leaning into his ear as far as she could.

"He wouldn't care" he whispered back.

Fuck.

"Maybe you will follow your new master" a husky voice spoke from behind them, Kia tried to turn her head but still couldn't move, the weight from her body moved from her as he rolled to the side.

"Young Jedi!" she gasped, pushing herself up from the ground and flinging herself into the shadowed body and clasping her arms around his chest. It felt strange; he had more bulk than Obi Wan, was colder than him, had more muscle.

She remembered when she first saw Obi Wan entering the hall towards the Queen, he had bulk, muscle and yet a week or two of slavery and torture and changed him. She moved away from the body and looked up towards his face, her eyes lit up and she stepped back further.

"No, I'm not Kenobi, but soon you will be with him" the husky voice spoke again, coming from the shadows "Hello there Kia."

She wanted to spit in his face, but decided to resist, after all she was speaking with the 'great' Count Dooku.

"What do you want from him?" she asked, stepping forward in a defiance of speaking towards her new master.

"The same as the Jedi want with me, information."

"But why me?" she asked, bowing her head towards the Count like any obedient slave, though she wasn't obedient to her new master.

"Because you know, because he needs trust before it is taken away."


Ouch.

The smell of burning continued to seep from his skin and clothes as he lay on the cool ground. He rolled over and gasped, his back stung but was cooled at the same time as he relaxed his muscles.

He opened his eyes to darkness, well not entirely darkness. There was a small seep of light shining on his face making him wince as he sat up.

"I wouldn't get up young Jedi" the sound of Kia's voice whispered in front him as she moved forward into the light. She had been crying, her eyes were rimmed red and her voice cracked as she spoke. "We won't be leaving here until we arrive."

He sat and faced her, wiping away at the undertones of her eyes "Where are we going?"

"Sereno."