Warning:This story is very dark and filled with violence and cruelty to a child who is a slave Emperor Palpatine. If such things offend you then do not bother reading. It has a high rating for a reason. –Darth Gladiator45
However, when Emperor Palpatine entered the room that evening, Anne sensed great anger. She prostrated once again, she dared not look at him.
"Stand up!" Emperor Palpatine ordered.
Anne stood as he raised his hand and lightning shot out of his hands she felt his fury and frustration, she dared not cry out. Afterwards she was ordered to kneel before him. He lifted her head and stared her down with his sickly yellow eyes. She couldn't look away as much as she wanted to.
"You want to cry don't you?"
"Yes, milord, but I won't."
"Did it hurt; wasn't the pain absolutely excruciating?"
"Yes, milord." Anne broke as he invaded her mind showing her as his slave all the orders she would have to take and the beatings she would endure.
Afterwards, Anne's eyes were bright red and her voice was gone after sobbing so hard. Emperor Palpatine dragged her into the dark closet and it remained locked. After a particular hard whack to the back of her head, Anne had passed out.
Emperor Palpatine felt better and left his chambers, he would leave for several hours dealing with the politics of warfare.
Anne awoke and she was in so much pain and she was locked in a large closet. Emperor Palpatine entered his chambers and opened the closet door and found Anne on the floor asleep.
"Get up!" Emperor Palpatine yelled.
Anne opened her eyes and prostrated at Emperor Palpatine's feet. He sat in his chair and ordered her to bring him his glass of wine and dinner. Anne obeyed and knelt before him.
"No food for a week." Emperor Palpatine intoned.
"Yes, milord." Anne felt like dying inside.
Emperor Palpatine finished eating and ordered Anne to set the cart outside the door.
"Get over here."
Anne ran to Emperor Palpatine and knelt.
"You will work in the kitchens for the next six weeks. Do not ask for anything, do not cry, and do not beg for food. If I find out that you have been doing any of those things I will make an example out of you, by publicly whipping you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Emperor Palpatine."
"You will be taken now."
Two storm troopers entered the room and she was dragged away. Anne remained silent as the cook showed her a flat with a dark green wool blanket and a small pillow. She was very grateful for that cot and the blanket. She remained silent and did her chores without complaint. She had a bowl of soup every night and a piece of bread as her meal. She washed dishes, scrubbed floors, peeling potatoes and onions.
The cook couldn't ask for a better servant, "What's your name, child?"
"Anne." She whispered.
"Good job this afternoon, would you like a bit more substantial to eat?"
"No, I ain't allowed to ask. Please I don't want a public whipping."
"Who would do such a thing?"
Anne's eyes grew terrified and prostrated herself to the cook, "Oh, I understand." The cook replied as he helped Anne to her feet. He did slip a bit more meat in her bowl than usual. She ate it and drank her water.
The next morning she was washing dishes and a storm trooper ordered the cook to hand over the servant girl.
"She's washing dishes, I'll get her."
"Anne, Emperor Palpatine is requesting your presence."
"Yes, sir." She started shivering in great trepidation and followed the storm trooper to the upper levels of the palace. Emperor Palpatine was in his sparring room when Anne appeared; she laid out in front of him face down.
"You may go, trooper. Leave us."
The storm trooper bowed and left the room, Anne was lifted and she saw the bright red lightsaber activated. She was absolutely terrified; Emperor Palpatine was going to kill her.
"You are not worthy of death. You will suffer a long time before death will ever touch you. I will not give you an easy way out."
Anne was thrown against the wall; she lay crumbled at Emperor Palpatine's feet.
"Get up."
"May I stand?"
"Kneel and do not move; I don't want to cut you." Anne kept her eyes shut as she felt the energy of the lightsaber move around her rapidly. Emperor Palpatine deactivated his lightsaber and hooked it on his belt.
"Do not move from this spot, remain kneeling. I will know if you have moved."
"Yes, Emperor Palpatine." Anne whispered.
Emperor Palpatine left the room the door whisked shut. Anne knelt for hours, her knees had long gone numb and her legs were cramping up, but she still did not move. She wiped a tear from her eye.
She still didn't understand why he hated her so much; she didn't like his yellow flashing eyes filled with anger and hate. Emperor Palpatine entered the sparring room and found Anne asleep, though she was still kneeling. He lifted her up and slapped her she opened her eyes and a pair of yellow eyes were glaring at her.
"Did I say you could sleep?"
"No, milord. I'm sorry."
"Not as sorry as you are going to be." Emperor Palpatine flung her to the wall. Anne was crumbled on the floor and quickly prostrated herself. He started to force-choke her and just as she was about to run out of air, he released her. He did this repeatedly.
Anne felt a distinct pop as her larynx was crushed. She would no longer be able to speak, she would become a mute. Emperor Palpatine smiled most evilly and left the broken girl in the training room. She lay there as tears formed in her eyes and fell onto her dress. She curled in the corner tried so hard to stay awake. She knew that if she slept, she get another lesson. Emperor Palpatine invaded her thoughts and sent one message, "Sleep."
Anne closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Author's Note:I do not own Star Wars or any of the characters, therein. As I'm unsure about reaction I'm going to receive about this very dark story, please be honest in your reviews—Darth Gladiator45