Chapter 12, Cold Love
Charlie woke up with cold metal arms holding her, and fingers rubbing the top of her head. Grievous was laying on the table with her still in his resting chamber. He must have been holding her there for hours, because her body numb and stiff.
"Do you remember anything?' he asked, as he watched her waking up.
"What do you mean?" asked Charlie.
"Do you remember me drugging you and me questioning you?" asked Grievous.
"No, what did I say?" she turned her head and looked into his cunning evil yellow eyes.
"I didn't think you would remember, but you told me a lot of interesting things. You can say now that I'm not willing to let you go back to the Jedi. But don't worry, I'll save you memory and I'll take good care of you," said Grievous.
Charlie looked disappointed and turned away form him. Grievous pulled her close, pushing her into his chest plate.
"Don't be so sad Charlie, I have something else to tell you!" said Grievous.
"And what's that?" asked Charlie as grievous turned her around to face him.
"I want you to become my apprentice!" said Grievous.
"What? You are being serious?" asked Charlie.
"Yes, I'm being serious. I'll teach you my self on how to fight with a light saber, and teach you what to do during battle," said Grievous.
"I don't like wars!" said Charlie.
He stroked the side of her face, "Wars can be hard to get used to with your kind of background, but I'll fix that for you!" said Grievous.
"I'm still worried about it," Charlie started to notice a weird smell coming from Grievous, she realized it to be his bag of organs. It made her stomach turn and her sleepy.
Grievous noticed her odd behavior, "Something bothering you?"
"Not to be rude or anything, but you stink!" said Charlie.
"Sorry, I never really noticed it!" laughed Grievous.
He let her go, she rolled away from him getting fresh air.
"I think I should change the lining of my bag," said Grievous getting to his feet.
"You think," she glared at him, he looked at her.
"First thing that's got to go is your temper, it is getting you into trouble." Said Grievous as he stepped towards her. Out of natural fear Charlie backed away into a wall. He gently clasped some of her shirt to keep her from running away.
"But how should I deal with it?" asked Grievous.
"I-I'll control it," stuttered Charlie.
"Good, now let's get you some better clothes," said Grievous.
Charlie frowned as she changed, because Grievous watched her, she tried her best to not show off any of her areas.
"Do you have to watch me?" she asked him covering her breast.
He walked over to her, "You're scared of being raped, which is something I can not do. Don't fear me that way," he pulled her arms away and set them at her side.
"See that's not so bad. Now take off the rest!" he said folding his arms behind his back, showing off his light sabers. Charlie whined as she dropped her pants.
"Don't worry my dear, I'm just studying. When you start your training I'm going to catalog the damage. So I have to see what shape your body is right now. Looks fine other than what's been done." He said, then handed her a black and blood red suit.
Charlie felt better now that clothes were on her. Once she got it on, she thought she didn't look half bad.
The top half was like a vest shirt, the vest was black and the long sleeves were blood red. The bottom was black pants with a red belt for holding blaster and light sabers.
"Cool" she looked back at Grievous, "how bad is training going to be?"
"It won't be to bad if you are a fast learner!" said Grievous sighing evilly. He grabbed to poles, "We'll use these instead of real light sabers." He handed one to her, Charlie took it.
She was a little scared that she was going to fight Grievous. She backed away slowly holding the pole readying herself to fight.
Grievous watched her for a moment then readied himself as well.
He jump towards her and swung from the side. The pole cracked her upper arm. He quickly spun again and knocked her feet out from under her. As fast as lighting he brought the pole up under her into her stomach before she even hit the ground.
She landed a few feet away and rolled out on the floor.
Charlie grabbed her stomach and fought back tears.
She assumed that Grievous gave her a break until he cracked the floor getting her attention. She jumped to her feet.
"Give me a chance!" she begged.
"Then I'll be teaching you how to be weak! Now block me" he warned and swung around behind her, Charlie turn and managed to block, but Grievous had tricked her.
He grabbed her by the back of her shirt and threw her. She rolled on the floor a few meters and got back on to her feet and hauled ass.
"Don't run from me!" he yelled at her.
But she didn't listen, she wasn't about to let him beat her because she didn't know how to fight.
Grievous sighed and took off after her.
He caught up with her in no time, he caused her to trip. Charlie fell forward on the floor.
She tried to crawl away, but Grievous bent down and picked her up.
He held her by the front of her shirt. Her head rolled back and her body went limp. Grievous cocked his head to the side and watch a signal tear escape her eye.
He stroked her face, "Don't run from me again! Do you understand?" Charlie nodded.
He sat her back down on her feet, "Now block me!" he swung at her again; Charlie whipped her pole up in time to block.
"I knew you would learn eventually!" he swung again, instead of blocking this one she dodged out of the way. But he turned and hit her hand with the pole.
Charlie yelled and dropped her pole grabbing her hand. Grievous growled then hit her back sending her forward and bashing her head along the floor.
"Get up and fight me Charlie!" he hissed at her.
Charlie backed away on her back side trying to get away.
"Please just stop!" she whined.
She pushed up against the wall and started to cry.
Grievous towered over her, then bent down so his face was inches from hers.
"GET UP!" he grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her to her feet.
Charlie yelled in pain and tried to pull free, but made it worse.
He let go and picked her pole and forced it into her injured hand. He noticed her now black and blue hand, but didn't do anything about it.
"You best block me!" he raised his pole and got ready to hit her.
Charlie fell forward on to him, "Please stop!"
Grievous cocked his head to the side, "You want to stop?"
"Yes!" she cried.
He lowered his pole and tossed it aside, he held her face with his six fingered hand. Charlie closed her eyes in prayer in hopes he would stop torturing her. With his other hand he rubbed her face and wiped away her tears, "Alright we'll stop for today!" he pulled her close.
"Don't disappoint me tomorrow!" Charlie nodded.
Grievous let her go and walked over to a computer and grabbed a heath chart, he turned back to Charlie.
"Strip!" he demanded. She nodded and did what she was told.
Charlie sat in a corner of Grievous chambers, he watched her as she rubbed the different spots of her sore body. Her hand was the worst. She had wondered if he had broken it, but he showed her many different tests and found it wasn't.
He found her so pitiful at times, which made the desire to have her even greater. He had to get her memory saved.
Luckily, his spies had told him that the Jedi had found Charlie's power crystal.
He was simply going to hold her hostage until the Jedi gave it up. The only problem was Charlie; he knew that at the first chance she got she would run. But he had a plan for that too.
He got up from his chair and walked over to her. She straightened her back and started shaking when she saw him coming to her.
He bent down beside her, "Relax Charlie you won't get hurt if you cooperate with me," he ran fingers through her hair. He took her shaking beaten hand and started stroking it. He looked at her then pulled her to him.
"I'm sorry. I really don't know my own strength!" he said taking her face in his hand while the other was wrapped around behind her.
His cold metal skeleton like fingers drew on her face, around her eyes over her lips. Charlie felt her face warm up and her eyes getting heavy.
Grievous cocked his head to the side, "Time for bed!" he carefully picked her up so her wouldn't hurt her.
He wrapped her in his cloak and laid with her in his sleeping pod. However, Grievous never used it to sleep, he would just look back on his memories.
Grievous continued to pet her, making her more tired.
Grievous tucked her tightly next to him, she was now getting warmer from his cape. He pulled her face to his cold chest plate. Her warm face clashed with the coldness of his plate.
"Just sleep Charlie, you'll feel a whole lot better!" he said as he lifted her chin to look at her face. He watched her eye's close and her head titled inward. He pulled her back to him and allowed her to sleep.
I hope you all don't think Grievous is perverted, well he isn't. He just wants Charlie.