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

When Anne awoke she was in a large bed, surrounded by plush feather pillows, an ivory comforter and soft floral cotton sheets, she was dressed in a flannel nightgown that was mostly white with small purple flowers. She felt warm and comfortable; she noticed a bandage on her head. The room she was in had a large mahogany desk, a large dresser with a vanity mirror; there was a large rug in the center. She also saw a small brown teddy bear sitting beside her.

There was a large bowl of fruit, but Anne was terrified to eat, she shouldn't even be in this room, it was fit for a princess and she was merely a servant to Emperor Palpatine. He would surely beat her if he found her asleep in this beautiful comfortable bed.

She crawled out of the bed and found a corner that was perfect; it was near a large window. She could look out into the darkness and dream about other lands and people. She sighed deeply, as she felt the braid of her long blond hair she remembered the first time Emperor Palpatine had showed her such compassion. Those moments were incredibly rare and fleeting, that was why she had to tolerate so many beatings and food deprivation. She didn't quite understand it, but she knew that she loved him when he was gentle and kind. And absolutely terrified of him at the same time when his darkness would take over and dominate. Anne felt his presence coming this way, she immediately prostrated to the door. "Oh, please don't beat me; I'll be good Emperor Palpatine." Anne thought to herself repeatedly. But instead seeing Emperor Palpatine entering the room Lord Vader had found Anne prostrated on the floor.

"You should be in bed." Lord Vader lifted her up so very gently and carried her to bed, where he tucked her in between the sheets. A cart with food was pulled over to her bedside. Anne sipped from a glass of orange juice, while Lord Vader held it for her. He then started to feed her small bites of food.

After eating, Anne couldn't understand why he was being so nice; she kept waiting for her imminent beating.

Emperor Palpatine returned; Anne was still unconscious from when he had force thrown her across the room and her head smacked into a bulkhead. Whatever she was dreaming it must have been a good dream, she was smiling.

Anne awoke the next morning and found herself in her cell; she was lying on a cold dark slab. She felt her head and there was large knot on the side from where she had struck the bulkhead. Anne cried as she realized that she had dreamt the room and Lord Vader feeding her from a tray of fruit. Her stomach rumbled in protest, she hadn't eaten since she couldn't remember when.

She felt a cold, dark presence approaching her cell, she had better get ready to prostrate, she always hoped that the Emperor would be good to her and treat her like a daughter, but she knew it wasn't meant to be, there was no use in holding onto dreams as they will never, ever come true anyway.

Her reality was far crueler and since she had no hope of ever escaping it she better get used to the beatings, the denial of food and slavery conditions. Emperor Palpatine entered the cell and found Anne prostrated on the floor.

"Feeling better?" Emperor Palpatine asked sarcastically, not really caring about her.

Anne nodded fearfully awaiting further punishment for losing two days due to being unconscious.

"Kneel."

Anne pushed herself up to her knees and as they cracked she wiped a tear from her eye.

Emperor Palpatine stared at her allowing her to absorb his hate and anger. It overwhelmed her and she tried so hard not to cry.

"What did you dream about, that caused you to smile?" Emperor Palpatine asked.

Anne opened her mind to his and shows him.

"Oh you poor thing, do you really think that this could ever happen? That Lord Vader would give a damn about you? He murdered younglings, younger than you in fact. He loved it; it fueled his fire and passion for the Dark Side. You are a foolish, stupid, idiotic slave to think that Lord Vader would ever care for you, you are barely worth his notice." Anne absorbed the words and allowed them to remain in the deep recesses of her heart. "You are worth less than dianoga in the garbage chute."

Anne felt her arm being grabbed and she was lifted to her feet, his grip tightened around her upper arm, but she didn't dare cry out. He took her to his private library and ordered her to start cleaning his leather bound books with a cloth and some chemical compound. Emperor Palpatine left but not before giving her another full dose of lightning; she worked very hard to do a good job so maybe he would feed her something to eat. The library was cold and her dress was barely keeping her warm as the day progressed.

She found an old black cloak lying on the back of one of leather chairs and wrapped it around her shoulders as she tried to fight the cold, hunger and pain simultaneously. As she worked; underneath the book shelf she found a leather gauntlet it was black and some of the clasps were missing she wasn't sure who it belonged to, but somehow it gave her comfort.

She put it in her dress pocket. After making a make shift bed underneath the long conference table, she curled up with the cloak and held onto the glove, she smelled the leather and even the slight hint of some kind of cologne. She fell asleep; Anne worked nearly fifteen hours straight dusting Emperor Palpatine's books. She still hadn't eaten and her stomach was hurting something awful.

Anne thought to herself, "Maybe he'll like what I did for him and he will let me eat. I even eat his scraps; I just hope I don't get another beating."

Emperor Palpatine entered the library and saw that one of the large bookcases was completely dusted. He saw a barefoot sticking out from underneath the conference table and pulled on it. Anne awoke to find herself upside down dangling from the Dark Lord's hand. She was holding the cloak and the glove to her tightly.

"Did I say you could go to sleep?"

"No, milord, I'm sorry." Anne replied in her mind.

"Not as sorry as you are going to be." Emperor Palpatine put her over the table and she received another beating. "Please, milord. I only want food, I'll be good." Anne cried in her mind as she received another lash. Anne's beating ended and she fell to the floor, she prostrated herself to his feet. "My kitchen staff needs your help, you will do precisely as you are told or I will toss you in the garbage chute, understand?"

Anne nodded.

Author's Note:I do not own Star Wars or any of the characters therein, just like playing in the Lucas' sandbox.—Darth Gladiator45