Anais and Darth Maul

by kriskris8069

The young slave Anais survives a massacre and becomes the personal slave of the Sith Darth Maul: he will take care of her, but she will have to respect some rules if she does not want to be punished. However Anais is not only a slave, but she hides something mysterious inside her, which dates back to when she was very small.

1. Meeting

It was an evening like any other. Anais sat on the legs of her master, a wealthy bounty hunter member to the Hutts clan. She had been serving him for nearly a year. She had been his latest buying while the other two slaves were at his service for years. They spent their days serving Ganorhe and his thugs for whatever they needed, even sex if it was required. They were not allowed to go out of the bounty hunter's houses, to frequent other people. But at the slaves of Ganorhe, nothing was missing, they had food and clothes, some, like what Anais wore that evening, were also very expensive. What the girl had to do for her master was very simple: apart from serving him, Anais had to stand by him and try to be the most beautiful woman possible, in this way, her beauty would glorify Ganorhe's power and greatness. More beautiful Anais was, more richer and more sumptuous were the clothes that she wore and more people looked at and admired Ganorhe.

For Anais it was a job like many others: she had been sold as a slave at the age of eight, separating herself from her brother -who now didn't even know where he was and if above all, if he was always alive. She had gone through the worst moments of these: not all her masters had limited themselves to using her as an "ornament" to be admired, many had taken profit of her because she was very beautiful. Others masters had treated her badly, she was often left without food, dirty and badly dressed, so the service at Ganorhe was not so bad.

Anais was a girl who did not ask many questions: she had learned to never ask for anything, not to protest, to accept whatever was given to her without ever complaining. And perhaps, that was why she had grown to seventeen without being mutilated anywhere in her body. Many of the slaves she had known in the course of his life, had suffered terrible humiliations, sometimes even being mutilated because they were caught stealing or because they had tried to oppose their masters, to react or to escape.

Anais accepted her reality for what it was, even if sad and painful, without objecting.

Sooner or later, she was sure, things would change and perhaps fate would offer her the chance to wield a sword on the right side rather than always be with the blade pointed at her chest. But until then, she had better shut up and wait.

That evening, the dress she was wearing bothered her: it tightened her thin hips too tightly and restricted her breathing. In addition, the skirt, too voluminous, full of embroidery, was heavy, warm and concur to suffocate and to limit her movements. The dress just covered her breasts and left her shoulders uncovered: even the precious and expensive necklace she wore seemed heavy and it was like a chain around her throat, which prevented her from moving away from her master, on which she was sitting at that moment.

Luckily, her hair was gathered in a ponytail that ran down behind her back: in this way she could occasionally feel a little refreshing when fresh air entered in the large crowded room from the central door, which opened and closed every time when a new guest, made his entrance into the room.

Anais would have liked to get off Ganorhe's legs, to go to the bathroom to freshen up her face, but the man's arm was firmly fixed around her waist and did not allow her to move from that uncomfortable position.

Ganorhe laughed and drank along with other bounty hunters and for this reason, he would shake poor Anais who would otherwise have fainted in his arms.

Suddenly, the great central door opened and a tall, physically powerful figure appeared, wrapped in a black cloak, with a large hood that completely covered his face. He attracted the attention of most of the people present in the crowded hall. Anais too, although a bit stunned, gave him a quick glance and that was the last thing she could see.

Immediately, the black figure slowly lowered his hood to reveal a red head, with his face covered in black tattoos and a crown of small, stout horns protruding from all around his head. He drew from the black cloak a lightsaber with a long handle from which two red blades appeared.

Immediately the room fell silent: Anais could not see the gesture of the man and what happened immediately after, because Ganorhe pushed her to the ground, on one side, while extracting from the belt his two blasters and began to shoot.

Everyone in that room began to shoot: anyone who possessed a blaster or any form of weapon, fired at that black figure who, like a ghost, quickly disappeared from the central door mingling with the panicked crowd. There were people screaming, others firing in all directions in a desperate attempt to hit him, as he moved silently from one side of the room to the other swinging her lightsaber with unique agility and precision. The sword threw small red flashes and mercilessly hit anyone who came within range. On the floor the bodies of beheaded, mutilated and gutted men and women began to pile up, while that black figure continued to hit without error anyone who was present in the room and who happened in front of him.

Pushed to the ground by Ganorhe, Anais suddenly came to and immediately understood what was happening in the great hall: this was one of her fears after Ganorhe had bought her. Being the slave of a member of the Hutt clan could only mean problems, too many rivals, too many struggles between them for dominance and supremacy, so she knew that sooner or later her master would fall victim to some ambush. Anais did not exactly understand the dynamics of the shooting, she had sensed that that black figure must somehow be linked to the chaos that had arisen, but there were too many people running in every direction, too many shots of blasters that passed over her head a few inches from her ears, in order to stay there on the ground to reflect, so she did the first thing that came to her mind and that was to hide.

Although the heavy skirt and the shoes were an impediment, Anais moved away from where Ganorhe had pushed her and approached the ventilation duct of the room which, sliced in two and opened following some explosion, allowed her to climb inside. Anais walked on her knees and hands until she was fully inside.

Then she stopped, curled up bringing her legs to her chest trying to become as small as possible: she was afraid of being hit, some blaster shots pierced the ventilation duct passing them close to her body. She trembled and put his hands to his ears to avoid hearing the cries of the people still killed and to avoid hearing the gunshots whose sound filling the room.

Then little by little the situation began to calm down.

Anais removed her hands from her ears and realized that there were no more shots. But there weren't even more people shouting: "Are they all dead?" she thought terrified.

She waited a little longer before starting to move. She took off her shoes, because if she needed to run, shoes didn't allow it. She did it slowly, without making the slightest noise: she knew that the black figure was still in the room listening.

Darth Maul had finished his mission. He had eliminated all members of the Hutt clan as ordered and had left no witnesses. It had been quick, quick and accurate, as always.

He looked with satisfaction at the carnage inside the hall and slowly approached the door through which he had entered. This swung open, penetrating a faint light. Although it was night on Gerik IV the sun never set completely and there was always a faint glow as if the night, were an eternal sunset.

Darth Maul covered his head with the black hood again and was about to cross the threshold of the door when a noise caught his attention. He stood still and turned his head long enough to see in the distance, towards the air duct, a small, thin girl descending from the hole above, dragging a richly decorated black dress. She had long, slightly tousled blond hair and a face, albeit dirty from the dust in the duct, with small and delicate features.

He clearly perceived that the girl was very frightened.

Anais looked around putting her feet on the ground, or rather, on some piece of corpse since there was no place on the floor where there were no fragments of people or blood. This vision made her want to vomit and if she did not, it was because her gaze ended up on the black figure that stood still, tall and powerful, against the light coming from the open door of the room and who was looking with two terrible yellow eyes. They seemed to burn with their own light, a light fueled only by hatred and violence and he looked at her. Anais realized that if she didn't run away, she would end up like those hideously mutilated bodies.

So she picked up the skirt with her hands lifting it slightly and then with all the strength she had in her body she began to run towards the secondary exit of the room. It wasn't the first time she'd frequented that place with Ganorhe so she knew exactly where to go.

When Darth Maul saw that the girl began to run, he quickly leapt in her direction: no witnesses were to remain alive and she would be no exception.

Anais reached the door of the secondary exit: she would have torn off that damn dress, but she didn't have time to stop and do it. She had clearly seen that the black figure was following her and that he would quickly reach her if she wasted time. She was afraid, but she removed fear because she had to concentrate on his escape: when she reached the door of the secondary exit she pushed it forward, but then she closed it locking it with a lever, naively hoping that this thing could stop the running of the black figure behind her.

Darth Maul ran towards the girl, savoring the emotions of fear and terror that she clearly felt in her mind without being able to penetrate her thoughts "Strange!" he thought but at that moment he didn't give much importance to this aspect. He was more drawn to the fact that the girl ran away from him and that he was chasing her. This gave him a physical excitement: hunting in general, both animals and its victims, was extremely exciting for him, above all when he could clearly feel, as in this case, that his prey was afraid. When he found the secondary exit door blocked, he used his strength and with a gesture of his hand he managed without too much difficulty to break it down and push it away. Anais heard the sound of the door breaking open behind her and she started running again.

She tore the necklace from her neck throwing it to the ground and after a while, she decided to stop to tear off a part of the heavy skirt that prevented her from running faster. Now she was out of the club, but she still had to get through the gate -which was obviously closed- and had to be climbed over. And climbing over that gate in that dress wouldn't be a simple thing! However she succeeded in the enterprise better than she thought, perhaps it was fear that led her courageously, but when she got to the top, she had to pay attention to the sharp points with which the gate ended and which served to discourage people who intended to climb it, just like she was doing at that moment!

Arriving at the top, Anais noticed that the black figure was approaching again.

This time, he no longer ran as before, but he walked at a brisk pace. The cloak around his body moved rhythmically with his long stride and made him look like a ghost. Seeing this image, Anais slipped and one of those spikes stuck in her right arm giving her a long, deep cut. She did not even have time to feel the pain: the blade opened her flesh and let out a great quantity of blood. Again in fear, Anais thought she had made a superficial cut so she started running again.

After passing the door of the secondary exit, Darth Maul had stopped running because he had found on the ground the necklace the girl was wearing and a little further on a part of her dress: he had picked up the necklace from the ground and brought it close to his face trying to smell it and he had done the same with the shreds of her dress. These traces of his passage were more than enough for him to understand the direction she had taken, without having to continue running. He was also able to perceive her scent, warm, soft and enveloping, but that was not her smell. The smell of his flesh was different, it was hidden by the perfume she wore and reminded of that of the flowers just blossomed, it was fresh and delicate.

Darth Maul took a deep breath through the fabric of his dress thrown on either side of the road leading to the great gate, trying to smell her true scent. In distance, he had seen the girl groped to climb over the gate successfully and then end up on the other side where she had started running again towards what she naively believed to be her freedom.

Darth Maul approached the iron gate and noticed some traces of blood on the ground: he reached down to touch them with the fingers of his gloved hand. Then he tasted them and the blood excited him like a wild animal and an adrenaline rush went through him. His two hearts were beating faster, the desire to reach his prey to kill her and finish the mission was strong, but now it was also mixed with something else, now he wanted touch her, bring her close to him to be able to smell her. Again with the use of force, he threw the heavy iron gate to one side and continued, following the traces of blood he found on the ground and that would have led him directly to her.

Anais ran desperately along that road that went into the woods: Gerik IV was a planet rich in vegetation, she liked it, but surely after this sad experience, she would no longer want to set foot there, if she ever survived ...

She looked over her shoulder and with surprise, she didn't see the black figure ... she thought she had sown it or at least slowed it down.

At that point she stopped running, also because she was out of breath and her feet hurt. Although the road was fairly well-kept, there were small pebbles that, being barefoot, hurt her terribly. She stopped to observe: at that point the road skirted a small lake. It would have been pleasant to stay and watch also because for the first time she realized that she was really free and alone ... before escaping from the hall of that damned club, she hadn't thought of checking where the corpse of her master, Ganorhe, was, but assumed was dead.

Besides, she honestly hadn't had time to do it!

She decided to approach the lake because she needed to clean her right arm from the large amount of blood that covered it and evaluate the extent of his injury. She looked around one last time to see if the black figure was coming, but nothing at the moment.

This thing worried her: she was not very sure she was able to sow it, it was more likely that at any moment it would pop out suddenly.

Darth Maul arrived just in time to watch, through the thick vegetation, his young prey enter the lake to wash his wound. He stood watching her for a few moments, in silence, hidden like a ferocious animal, anticipating the moment when he would come out to kill her with his lightsaber.

However, now there was something that no longer made him so sure he wanted to kill her. It was truly a shame: such a beautiful creature, albeit human, with such a delicate and particular perfume ... but he could not disobey the orders of his master:

- They must not remain witnesses ... is that clear Lord Maul? - he had told him before leaving for the mission and he would respect the orders.

Anais felt the cold water wet her feet first and then the fabric of the skirt which began to soak. This sensation pleased her, repaying her in part, even for the terrible heat she had suffered in Ganorhe's neck a few hours ago.

She collected some water with her left hand and then poured it gently on the long cut of his right arm: the blood slipped into the water and colored the surface of this. Anais repeated this operation two more times, then raised her gaze towards the woods, so ... almost by instinct and saw him ... the black figure was about ten meters from her, motionless, with his sword laser in hand. The red glow emanating from its two blades was reflected on the face of the person hidden under the heavy hood. Thus it was that Anais first saw the "red devil" as she liked to call him. His face was in fact red, but it was covered in strange black tattoos that formed patterns on his forehead, on his cheeks, around his eyes and even on his lids and lips. She thought of the pain he must have felt when the needles passed over his eyelids and lips ... even his master had several tattoos on his body, on his arms and once she had even accompanied him to make one. She had seen him suffer and the tattooed part was a shoulder ... let alone what it could mean to tattoo the eyelids and lips ! Anais shivered, but what was in front of her, looked like a monster and the girl wondered if he could feel bad, like all normal people. Then she shifted his gaze up over his forehead because her attention was drawn to the crown of stout little gray horns that came out of his head. She was very impressed by this and for a moment she thought that it could be more than a monster, a real demon! But demons don't walk around with lightsabers in hand! Anais had no experience with weapons, but she knew that a lightsaber was something very special, her master had told her several times that they were the weapons of the Jedi, from which he obviously kept away, but what she had in front of her wasn't a Jedi! And finally the color of the sword, which was not what the Jedi usually showed, so it could only be a Sith. Anais had never seen one, she had always heard about it from Ganorhe, when he piously dedicated some of his time to her.

Their eyes met. The girl recognized his terrible yellow eyes that burned with a peculiar light. His face, although covered with tattoos and although those tattoos gave him an angry and demonic expression, was the face of a mature man of a certain age, deeply lived. Anais could see him behind all that external aspect that was frightening just looking at him. Darth Maul instead noticed for the first time the color of the girl's eyes: it was such a clear blue, that it seemed almost transparent! He had never seen a color like that in any of the female creatures he had been with!

This aspect of the girl struck him very much and once again he thought with regret about having to kill her. He felt her fear, he felt her little heart beating strongly in his chest and if this continued to excite him physically, he felt the desire to get close to her just to be able to touch her, to be able to possess her and have as "his thing ".

Anais, knew she was running out of time. She was afraid that sword would cut off her head at any moment. Although the slave inside her told her not to talk to the red devil, she still wanted to do it, so if she had to die, then she might as well do what she felt inside:

-Have you who killed all those people? -

He seemed surprised to hear her voice, he didn't expect that cute little creature to find the courage to speak to him:

-Obviously - he answered in a dry and harsh way. Anais savored the tone of his voice thinking about how deep it was.

- Are you a Sith?- she asked again. This time he didn't answer her. He got closer to Anais who remained motionless, she knew that she had no escape. Darth Maul slowly entered the water and found himself in front of the girl, just enough to bring his lightsaber close to her throat: the red light and the heat it emanated scared Anais who instinctively tried to remove her head from that blade.

-Do you want to kill me? - she asked him a little naively, with a faint voice and a little trembling.

He stared into her eyes: now that he was so close, he could better appreciate her color. The girl was afraid, she was like a defenseless animal in front of her predator, unable by now to escape. Darth Maul kept repeating to himself that that eye color was really special. The beauty of that human girl was incredible!

He thought of his Sisters, the witches of Dathomir and for a moment he realized that not even they, with their powers and their magic, could ever create anything so unique and wonderful.

Then he thought about the question that the girl had asked him one moment before. Finding his concentration on the mission -that would soon end with her death- he thinks about the answer: -Yes, I'm sorry! - leaving him from all the thoughts that passed in his mind, when suddenly an idea came to him. He could not spare her life because he would have left a witness, but he could take her away with him, using her as a personal slave. Darth Maul had sworn to himself not take slaves to his service, especially if they were of the human race, because he had never had much luck with these kinds of choices. He had killed his last slave because he tried to escape. But in this case he had nothing to lose: if the girl hadn't been up to the rules, he would have killed her, as he should have done at that moment.

-I should ... - he answered, pausing for a moment. Anais looked at him frightened: -Or ... you could come away with me and become my personal slave- he removed the sword from the girl's throat without making the red blades disappear.

Anais was silent for a moment looking him straight in the eye: she kept repeating in her head those few words she had heard.

"Personal slave of a Sith?" she asked. And what could a Sith need? Sex ... sadly imagined ... otherwise what?

And then she reflected: slave again? This time without guarantees, he was not human like Ganorhe, he would not have the vices and weaknesses of a human being. How could her life be at the service of a murderer, of an alien Sith, with a ruthless disposition?

But did she have a choice? If she had told him: -No, thanks! - would he have let her go? Would she be free?

No.

Anais glanced at the lightsaber not far from her: it waited patiently for her answer to be able to cut off her head. So she returned to look the red demon in the eyes: he had never stopped looking at her. He was waiting for her to speak.

Darth Maul waited.

He was amazed that the girl's response had not been the typical desperate prayer that every creature addressed to him when he killed them: -Please spare my life, don't kill me, I'll do whatever you want ! - This silence meant that her girl was seriously considering whether to live or die ! Unbelievable! Faced with a possibility of salvation, she hesitated! It was certainly not an easy choice: in front of her there was no creature of her kind and therefore this difference could be a problem. It was also true that in front of her there was a creature that a few minutes ago had slaughtered more than a hundred people in a few seconds and this same creature was now asking her to become his personal slave. However, the hoped-for answer came, the girl sighed and then said:

- Well, I don't have a better alternative ... -

-No, you don't have it - Darth Maul began to tell her with a stern and harsh tone, but satisfied for the answer.

However, he wanted to make sure that the girl was fully aware of this choice, so he added:

-Keep in mind that if you decide to become my personal slave, you will have to respect some rules. If you don't, I will punish you. If you are wrong, I will punish you. If you try to escape ... I will kill you ... your life will depend on me, I will be your lord and master and so you will have to turn to me. Always -

Anais swallowed ... she was no longer very convinced to go ahead with her choice, but what should she do? Accept to die? She hoped... how Ganorhe was killed, he too could be the victim of some ambush and maybe she would be free again ...

However, the prospects of slavery with this creature were not encouraging.

-Now tell me - continued the red devil - are you always convinced to become my personal slave? -

Anais looked into his eyes again: his gaze seemed to cross her, he seemed to want to read her mind, he seemed to want to dig inside her to be able to understand what he was really thinking at that moment.

-Yes, I am - she replied a little disconsolately. He gave her a sullen look, but for Anais it was enough to allow her to add promptly: - My lord! -

When she was with Ganorhe she often had to address him with these terms: - My lord, my master ... - but if she forgot to do or did not intend to say it for some reason, nothing happened to her. In this case, Anais feared that her forgetfulness would not go unnoticed and this made her worry. What would he do to her? How would he punish her if she failed one of her duties?

-We'll see ... -added Darth Maul not too convinced, but satisfied enough to have succeeded in his intent. Now this young human creature was his..

The two red blades of his lightsaber disappear, allowing Anais to breathe a sigh of relief. He hid the sword under his heavy cloak, then typed something on his thick metal bracelet that he kept above his glove.

After which he turned to her again:

- Show me - he said, inviting her with a wave of his hand to turn towards him with the injured arm. Now that she belonged to him, he had the duty to take care of her, not to make her lack anything, in this way the girl could carry out her task in the fullest of her faculties.

Anais wanted to tell him: - Oh, it's nothing, it doesn't matter ... - instead, as an expert slave, she kept quiet and obeyed: she turned towards the red devil showing the long cut on her right arm, still brightly bleeding. She approached him slightly, a little hesitant, but just enough for Darth Maul to be able to gently touch her arm with his gloved hand. He brushed the skin of her arm, staining the glove with blood to assess how deep the wound was.

After that, he put his hands under the heavy cloak and Anais felt the ripping of the fabric: when his hands came out, he was holding a long piece of black fabric between his fingers which he used to bandage the girl's wound. As he turned the fabric around his arm, Anais looked down to avoid meeting him. Now they were so close, she was afraid to look at him, although his face was still partially hidden under the hood. She was ashamed, because she was dirty, her clothes were wet and torn and compared to him, she felt small and helpless, weak and vulnerable. But the closeness to that creature, as well as the idea of belonging to him, made her feel protected.

Darth Maul appreciated his gaze lowering, he interpreted it as a sign of respect for him. With moderate force he tightened the clean fabric of his dress around the girl's thin arm trying to close the edges of the wound. Once he reached his home, his droid would take care of adequately mending the wound, once healed, no trace would remain.

After this operation, Anais felt his big hands move away from her arm: she threw a look at him crossing hers and being so close, it made her jump with fear. Darth Maul sensed her fear and was partly pleased. He continued to look into her eyes as the girl slowly moved away from him touching the bandage as if to test its consistency. The girl's face was slightly smeared with black powder, which she had come into contact with in the ventilation system, but this thing brought out even more the pale blue of her large eyes. After his attention was drawn to a noise behind him.

His speeder had arrived to take him to his spaceship.

Coming out of the water, he made his way towards it beckoning Anais to follow him.

Anais obeyed, silent. She couldn't understand what that thing was that had come there, by itself: it had a shape that she had never seen before. Once out of the lake, she began to squeeze her skirt to try to get rid of some of the water it had absorbed. Darth Maul had sat on the speeder and when she finished squeezing the last flap of her skirt, he motioned his head to sit behind him. At first, Anais hesitated: she knew that getting on that thing with the red devil meant giving up her freedom forever. If only he had waited a few more minutes inside that air duct ! Now she would be free, with no more masters to serve ... she sighed. Then she approached and once in front of the speeder she took courage, running away was useless, giving up this proposal meant only dying, so all that remained was to follow him. She lifted her black skirt just enough to uncover her slender legs a little. Darth Maul reached out to her and grabbed her arm, helping her climb up behind him. Anais found herself sitting behind his back and assessed how small she was compared to him.

- Now, hold on tight - he said without turning around.

She looked around in alarm for something to hold onto, like handles, but couldn't find anything.

-Master, forgive me but what should I hold on to? - Asked him with a worried tone: she was afraid that he could leave without her being able to cling to something and she was afraid of ending up on the ground.

-To me ..- Darth Maul's answer was lapidary.

Anais touched her back, at first she was almost afraid to do it, she was not worthy, she was a miserable slave and he was a powerful Sith, even if a killer ...

Then, she felt that the thing she was sitting on, was starting to move from zero at very high speed, she didn't hesitate any longer and grabbed his back hard. But the speed was so high and the left and right shifts so sudden, that Anais, for fear of slipping away, had to just hug her master's body instead of simply clinging to his back.

Darth Maul felt the small and thin arms of the girl encircle his waist although they could not touch each other, he sensed her fear and laughed amused inside. He picked up speed again, still feeling his terror every time he had to turn left or right. When the speeder abruptly descended from a point that was higher to a lower one, Anais felt the emptiness created under her and in those moments she closed her eyes, embracing strongly the body of his master.

She was truly terrified !

Darth Maul had full command of the vehicle that he was driving so he knew when he could increase or decrease speed without taking risks. He liked to feel the emotions of terror in the girl behind him, the way she held him with her thin arms, he would also like to know her thoughts, but once again he found it impossible to do so. He couldn't get into her mind, he was sure by now, there was something blocking him without her making any resistance. He saw his spaceship in the distance and decided to postpone this kind of thinking to another moment.

-Now you can go down, we have arrived - Anais opened her eyes and when she realized that the landscape around her was still and no longer flowed at insane speed, she quickly moved away from her master's back also removing her arms from around her body. She felt some shame for what she had done. As a slave she was not allowed to touch her masters unless they asked for it. But in this case, the fear had been stronger than her.

She also expected him to tell her something about it, while always holding her arm, he helped her get off the speeder.

Darth Maul's spaceship activated as soon as he came close to its sensors. Once off the speeder, it automatically entered a compartment of the ship as the tailgate lowered. As it hit the ground, Anais saw a red light emerge. The red devil turned to her, to make sure she was following him. During the speeder run, the girl had lost the clip that held her hair, so now it was loose. Darth Maul noted how long they were: some strands were straight, others formed soft golden curls. Some of these fell in front of her breast and near her face, highlighting the delicate color of her eyes. Once again he found himself thinking of her beauty and again, with satisfaction, he thought that now this helpless little creature belonged to him, she was his.

Anais's mind was instead crossed by various thoughts and worries: if getting on the speeder had meant giving up her freedom forever ... getting on that spaceship instead was like signing a slave contract with the red devil. Once climbed there would be no way out, there would be no more safety. Slave forever ... at least as long as she resisted, because she feared that life at the service of this creature would not be easy.

Anais followed him to the lowered ramp. She looked inside the ship and saw that it was all very dark, except for this faint red light which together created a ghostly atmosphere. Darth Maul turned back to her because the girl was not following him. He realized that she could still change her mind and decide to die rather than serve him as a slave.

If this was what she really wanted, he would have had to kill her and this began to weigh on him. So he took a few steps in her direction and before she could finally enter the ship looked straight into her eyes:

-Once inside this spaceship you will be my slave and you will never be able to go back. So, if you wish, you still have time to choose to die ... After, your life will belong to me and only to me and I will decide whether to let you live or die, is that clear? - she looked at him worried, then turned looking elsewhere. She thought she would no longer have the right to death ... Perhaps it would be better to decide now, while there was still time, but she didn't have the courage to lower her head in front of him. She knew that one day she would regret this little courage she had, that one day she would invoke death and that he would deny it to her because her life would be in his hands and he decided whether to let her live or to die. She looked back at him, though her new master's gaze never strayed from her. His gaze was hard, stern and strong, his eyes burned with that golden yellow color: he was waiting for an answer and would not have moved from there without first obtaining it. Anais sighed again and finally said what he wanted to hear at that moment, more than anything else:

-I have made my choice, my lord - Darth Maul felt a shiver of excitement, but he held his wild instinct by simply following her with his eyes as she passed him and climbed into his spaceship.

"Mine .." he thought followed her while the ship's hatch closed behind them.