They returned to Coruscant.

The journey seemed to Anais very little or at least, much less from the outward journey.

They out of the Scimitar, covered in their black cloaks, Anais turned to watch the ship became invisible. They entered in the elevator, remaining in silent. The girl felt the heavy gaze of her master on her, but she did not have the courage to raise her head to look at him.

Zelda greeted them behind the black door.

Lord Maul entered without greeting or glancing at her. Anais started to go to the kitchen, but her master's voice stopped her immediately:

-Anais! -he said sternly: - Follow me! - the girl threw a desperate look at Zelda, who immediately understood that something was wrong, but she could not imagine what. She also tried to say something, to somehow come to meet Anais:

-My lord, can I help you?- But he gave her a look so hard and stern that it made her shiver, thus preventing her from doing anything else.

Darth Maul went on, Anais behind him came to the door of his room.

They went inside.

The girl took a few steps towards the window, distancing herself from her master as much as she could. It was late afternoon. The light coming from outside was starting to be dim, so the room was poorly lit.

-Undress! - he suddenly ordered.

She stared at him with wide eyes.

Anais felt right. She kept telling herself that it wasn't her fault that General Seth had touched her and that therefore she didn't deserve to be punished. Faced with her master's attitude, she began to be a little angry.

He perceived her emotion of anger and began to feel pleasure: "Fear and anger ... an exceptional combination" he thought satisfied.

Anais did not move from there.

-I said ... undress! - he repeated in a tone still quite calm, but always very harshly.

Anais made no sign of obeying.

Darth Maul began to be seriously angry, he could not tolerate his slave behaving like this.

-I said undress Anais! - he shouted angrily and with the use of force, tore off her black cloak making it fall at her feet.

Anais looked at him scared, she knew that if she didn't obey, it would make the situation worse.

But she didn't want to!

She didn't want to undress in front of him, she was ashamed, she didn't know what he meant. She was afraid that he wanted use her body for his pleasure and this was certainly not the best time for her! In other situations, she would also agreed to share her body with her master ... even though she knew very well that it would not be okay, that it was not what was supposed to happen ... But Anais wanted it, however she managed to keep these desires far and well hidden.

But now she was terrified.

She clearly knew that she had no way out, no one would come to rescue her. In this moment, there were only she and her master and she had to do what he wished … if she had not done it, he would do it, with the use of force, finishing up tearing off her clothes and in order to avoid feeling pain, at the end, Anais, very bitterly, decided to do as he ordered.

First, she took off her black boots, then pulled down the small zipper behind her back ... she hesitated for a moment ... she knew that if she went on and took off the shirt, her breasts would remain naked in front of him ... she threw a look: Lord Maul was a few meters in front of her, looking at her impassive and insensitive. She understood that she could only go on and so she did: she dropped the shirt to the ground, revealing her shapely breasts.

Lord Maul felt a shiver of pleasure begin to run down his spine until it reached his head, beginning, like a worm, to suggest he the most indecent desires.

Anais felt a little ashamed and her cheeks turned pink. However, she continued with this perverse game, this time slowly lowering her pants: she had not worn the panties and therefore, once she took off the pants, that fell over the shirt, Anais completely bared her private parts.

She always looked at her master with a veil of shame. At that point, he moved in her direction, removing the gloves from his hands, letting them fall to the ground. As he approached, he looked longingly at Anais's body: her skin was white, smooth, he could smell her perfume now even more intense ... her body was tiny, but perfect. Her breasts were curvy, Anais was probably cold because her little pink nipples were out. Darth Maul swallowed, tried hard to get his desires out of his mind before they prevented him from overriding his will.

When he was a few inches from her, his gaze fell on her private parts: Anais was completely hairless, she was perfectly smooth and inviting. He had to exert even more control over his instinct that, like a wild animal, if he let it go, It would take Anais, drag her onto the bed, and for her, it would be the longest night of her life.

But no.

Instead, he once again had to put aside his desires, his instincts, his passions, because that was not what he had to do at that moment. Anais had to be punished for disobeying his orders, for being touched.

He looked at the girl. Before him. She was so small ... so ... frail, but extremely beautiful and desirable.

Her scent ... was intense ... and she was naked, completely naked ... only her long blonde hair covered her back, brushing her butt, partly descending on her breasts, forming soft golden curls.

He knew that if he asked Anais to follow him, she would not move from there: Darth Maul clearly perceived her emotions although… damn! he couldn't read her mind and in that moment, he wanted so much to do it! Her eyes were filled with fear, she was cold, he felt she was scared because she didn't know what he wanted to do to her.

Suddenly he grabbed her around the waist, touching her soft white flesh with his hand, lifted her up and loaded her onto his shoulder. Anais found herself leaning on her master's strong right shoulder with her head turned behind him. She instinctively grabbed his black cloak for fear of slipping to the ground, but that would never happen because Lord Maul's right arm held her around the waist, preventing her from falling or moving.

Lord Maul had Anais' butt level with his right cheek.

He smelled the delicate scent of her private parts…. Closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing his face against her right buttock, breathing in her scent and pleasantly feeling how smooth and delicate her skin was. One of his pointed horns cut into her flesh giving her a small scratch that bled: Darth Maul greedily licked her blood, continuing to rub on her buttock, getting even more excited to smell the blood and its taste.

Meantime he set off and was entering the hologram room, but he was not headed there.

When Anais saw that he did not stop in that room, she began to fear the worst.

Darth Maul entered the hall where he trained. Merciless, he went to the wall where he kept the handcuffs hanging from that long chain.

He placed Anais gently on the ground.

The girl willingly put her feet back on the ground, but when she felt the cold metal floor of that room, the shivers returned. Standing on her master's shoulder, at least she had been able to enjoy his warmth, but now she was starting to feel cold again.

Darth Maul with the use of force called the handcuffs into his hands which, once grasped, opened in front of Anais' eyes: Anais was horrified! It was as she had imagined! Her master had taken her to the hall where he trained because he wanted to punish her with a whip and to do so, he would first tie her to that chain!

The girl was terrified: she would never wear them !

She looked him in the eye, but her master's gaze was unyielding.

He would never have pity, he would never give up doing what he had in mind ... Anais wanted to cry, but she didn't want to be seen so weak in front of her master. If that was what he wanted, then she would have satisfied his will, after all she was his slave, but she would have done it with dignity, without showing weakness.

She brought her hands close to the metal cuffs which he closed firmly around her small wrists. Anais felt those big, long and cold metal bracelets tighten around her flesh. Soon after, with the use of force, Darth Maul slid the chain upward and Anais's arms were over her head.

He grabbed the thin waist of his slave making her turn towards the wall, against which he gently pressed her small body. Anais felt her body make contact with the cold metal wall and at the same time, immediately felt her master's lean gently behind her back, pressing his groin against her butt. Darth Maul grabbed Anais's buttocks with both hands, squeezing them tightly, indulging for a moment his desire to possess her, to hold with his hands, that young flesh, so soft, so fresh and inviting. Anais moaned under that grip, she felt his manhood press against her ass and for a moment, she felt a perverse pleasure in feeling bound with those handcuffs, forced into that position, while the powerful body of her master was resting just behind her back, making her feel how big and vigorous his fellow was at that moment.

Then he walked away, leaving Anais motionless against the wall, but first, he took her hair with one hand, gathered it up and brought it to the front, baring her back.

With the use of force he called the black whip into his hands. He held it in his hands taking the necessary distance from Anais's body who, looking at her again, thought about how beautiful it was ... perfect ... he slipped the whip to the ground ... now he had to concentrate, he should have hit Anais only in certain points of her back. In this way, she would feel bad, but moderately. One blow in the wrong place and the pain for that small, frail body would be unbearable.

He knew what it meant to be punished with the whip ... his master had done it so many times making him terribly suffer because he was going to purposely hit the most painful points of his body ... but this was not what he wanted to do with Anais. His little slave didn't have to suffer so much, no!

He cracked the whip on the ground, Anais closed her eyes, she knew the next blow would be against her back.

Fear returned to predominate, taking the place of that initial and fleeting emotion of pleasure that she had felt shortly before.

Darth Maul looked at Anais's body, focused his attention on the girl's lean back, and then sent the whip over her shoulders, high up. Anais felt the blow coming on her back, at first she didn't even feel pain, but after a few seconds a terrible burning sensation spread over her shoulders, high up near her neck.

Anais gritted her teeth, but felt her eyes fill with tears.

Darth Maul fired the second blow, this time low near her butt ... Anais felt the same kind of pain. At first, when the whip touched her skin almost nothing, but soon came that terrible sense of burning.

On Anais's white flesh, Darth Maul saw some blood come out, although he had calibrated we'll his strength, she was so delicate and frail that those two blows had still managed to make her bleed. He prepared to send another one that went to strike on the right side. Anais closed her eyes and tears began to fall silently down her cheeks. But she didn't complain and said nothing. Darth Maul fired the fourth shot, this time on the girl's left side. The red blood began to run down her back, to the curves of her butt and then to the back of her thighs. He felt a deep and perverse sensation of pleasure seeing the blood of his slave, perceiving its smell ... now it was difficult for him control his instincts, he had in front of him the naked and wonderful body of the girl he desired, which put like this ... bound and immobilized, he knew he could do anything to her and the idea of owning her, stained with blood ... was something that aroused in him such wild and primitive emotions that he could hardly hold back and control.

He cracked the whip on the ground and then hit Anais for the fifth time. The girl threw her head back, gritting her teeth. Darth Maul did not hear her scream, he expected her to do it, to beg his mercy, his forgiveness ... but nothing. This surprised him: Anais was much stronger than he thought. And this experience would remain even more tenacious, even more self-confident.

Anais felt a terrible pain behind her back, felt her master move back and forth, heard the footsteps of his boots on the metal floor.

Darth Maul went to Anais's body to remove some strands of hair that had returned behind her back and which in the meantime, had become soiled with blood. He saw her deep pink cheeks wet with tears. Her body was supported only by the handcuffs and the chain, Anais had completely abandoned herself, physically she had no longer strength to stand up on her own.

He moved away again because so close, between the vision and the smell of blood and the desire to possess she, he would have risked losing his control.

The whip smacked on the ground again and the sixth blow hit Anais' back, causing her to feel pain. A pain mixed with anger, but also with a perverse pleasure. Anais could clearly feel, in a remote and hidden part of her brain, the pleasure of being tied up, touched by her master's strong hands, the same hands that held that powerful lightsaber, and although the lashes were painful, she knew that he was looking at her, longing and feeling for her who knows what emotions and feelings. It was a very perverse thing, perhaps the fruit of that desperate situation she was in, but she was really feeling it.

Darth Maul prepared to strike one last time. Seven shots were enough.

Anais's back was marked with short red cuts full of blood and the same blood was staining the floor as well. The whip snapped in the air and reached the girl's tender flesh for the last time, but this time the blow came with more force than the others. Anais tipped her head back again, clenching her teeth and eyes, while more tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't know when her master would go on and she felt her strength fail, her heart was struggling to beat regularly, her mind, disheartened by this punishment that she still did not consider right, abandoned her.

Darth Maul sensed Anais' feelings, he clearly felt that the girl's strength was abandoning her. He dropped the whip he still held in his hands to the ground, went quickly to Anais's body, with the use of force he opened the handcuffs that held her wrists and took off his cloak. Before the girl's small body could touch the floor, Darth Maul supported her by taking her in his arms, wrapping her delicately in his black cloak. He looked at her face, marked by pain and tears, but he felt no pain, even knowing that this punishment was not due. Anais's heart should have hardened especially towards him, only in this way, she could truly accept he, in all his aspects because he was also that, pain, suffering, wickedness.

He lifted the girl up in his arms and walked towards the infirmary.

Anais saw nothing for a few seconds, then felt the warmth of her master's body and felt safe and protected again ... although she must hated him, at that moment, she was happy to be in his arms.

Darth Maul entered the infirmary, gently placing Anais's body on the cold hard metal table in the center of the room.

The type 2-1B medical droid activated and came towards him.

At the same time, Zelda also entered and put a hand to her mouth dismay for Anais.

-You - Lord Maul said to the droid with a tone full of contempt: - You know what you have to do and you Zelda ... - he immediately looked at her with aversion to avoid that the woman could ask him some questions: - Take care of her-

Having said that, he left the room and Zelda approached Anais's body lying on that hard metal table, covered by her master's black cloak. She tried to shake her slightly, persistently calling out the girl's name:

-Anais, Anais ... answer, tell me something! -

Anais didn't answer her at first, she felt Zelda, but she was too busy to contain the physical pain behind her back and the moral pain inside her that didn't stop her crying.

The droid gently tried to move Lord Maul's black cloak to verify the type of intervention it should have done. But Anais held it tightly, wrapped around her body and opposed the droid that instead, was trying to remove it.

Zelda noticed this and urged Anais to allow herself to be healed by the droid:

-Anais please let me see, tell me what happened! -

Anais finally gave in: she began to cry letting Zelda and the droid uncover part of her back.

-Why did he do it ...? - she said crying: -Why? -

Zelda did not answer her, looked at the girl's back and when she saw, on that small and frail body, the obvious signs of the whip and all that blood, she closed her eyes for a moment, sighing.

Then she opened them again and went to Anais's ear:

-What did I tell you, my baby? Do you remember? The day will come when you will feel only hatred for him and you will regret having felt even the smallest emotion of affection and love towards him ... - Anais opened her eyes looking into the emptiness of the room. Her head was resting on the hard metal table and she felt cold because her master's cloak now covered only her legs, while behind, on her back, the medical droid had begun the necessary operations to clean up the blood and close the cuts, with the laser scalpel.

Zelda was once again right.

Lord Maul had betrayed her feelings, she, who had always done everything to be kind to him, honest, respectful, she, who had always tried to smile at him even in the most difficult moments when she did not understand why he was behaving in a certain way towards her ... she had been punished by him and for something she didn't deserve.

She felt the anger rise inside her, she felt the hate, the contempt, but although she was furious ... there was a part of herself that couldn't hate and despise him. It was the same part of her that, during the punishment, had felt pleasure, that when she was in his arms, aching and bleeding, was happy to be with him and felt protected.

Anais closed her eyes again as behind her, the droid began to use the laser scalpel:

-It wasn't my fault ... -Anais tried to explain to Zelda: - I didn't do anything ... it was the general who took my hand, without my being able to avoid it-

Zelda listened in silence: she didn't understand who was the general that Anais was talking about, but she understood what had happened. Someone had touched her, against her will and above all, against that of Lord Maul. Twi'lek thought about how perverse and evil he was: thus punishing this young girl for something she hadn't done, just to show her how powerful he was, only to root in her poor mind that she would always obey him, respect him, fear him. At the same time, she thought incredibly how, a ruthless creature like Lord Maul, felt such a strong desire to possess Anais until pretended that no one could touch her! Anais was his and no one could touch her. Only he could have touched her.

This awareness made her sad ... for her, he had never had this kind of attitude, certainly Anais would preferred the opposite, but she did not realize what was being created in the soul of Lord Maul towards her.

But Anais was not a "thing" , she was a living creature and she had feelings. Now she would be very confused: if before she felt some feeling of affection or love for her master, now Anais would felt anger and hatred towards him. And she would walk away from him. Maybe this punishment was what it took to bring her back to ground permanently. But Anais had to be careful because she shouldn't have exaggerated. Lord Maul would never accept different Anais's attitude than she had shown up to now. He would not tolerate arrogance, insolence or rudeness in her attitudes. However, Zelda imagined that Anais would never be able to become like this ... maybe she would finally be able to distance herself from her master, from a sentimental point of view, but she would continue to smile at him.

Zelda looked at the work that the medical droid was doing on Anais's back: three cuts were perfectly stitched up, only a red halo remained around them, due to tissue inflammation that would fade within a few days. But the thing that most struck her, was that the blows were given in specific points of the back and not by chance:

-If he wanted to make you suffer, he would have hit you differently- she said to Anais. The girl opened her eyes trying to understand better. The Twi'lek continued: - He hit you in a precise way, reaching the least painful points of your back, a master's work! - Anais did not know whether to answer badly or not ... masterwork? But if she had suffered the pains of hell! And even if what Zelda said was true ... that didn't take away the fact that he punished her for something she didn't deserve, forcing her to undress, to humiliate herself in front of him ... but then ... again, a part of herself (that Anais now began to hate because It was on Lord Maul's side) told her to appreciate what he had done during the punishment and that he hit her in a targeted manner, so as not to make her suffer too much.

Anais closed her eyes sadly.

Medical droid had finished its job, all seven cuts perfectly stitched up.

Zelda removed the bloodstained black cloak from Anais's body and covered her with a white sheet:

-Let's go Anais, let's go take a nice hot bath, it'll do you good you'll see ... Charlie has prepared dinner for you, if you eat something you'll see that you'll be better afterwards-

Twi'lek help her get up.

Anais said nothing, just looked quickly into her eyes. Then Anais -supported by the woman- and Zelda left the infirmary towards Anais room.