Shortly after Darth Maul had pinned Nata-lin against the side of the alley in a display of force that made it obvious that she wasn't going to be able to escape him, he half-dragged her back down to the mouth of the alley that she had run from. This time though, one of his hands had remained shackled to her arm, ensuring that she got no more ideas about running.

As it turned out, Darth Maul had left a small ship at the end of the alley; but it was no consolation to Nata-lin that she had been right about that being her only chance to escape. Not since she'd so failed in the attempt.

There was no one around to see him push her inside the ship, his captive. And no one around to see them disappear, leaving the body of her sadly defeated protector behind in the alley.

Darth Maul left her in a tiny, windowless room of the small ship. Clearly she wasn't supposed to know where they were going. With a sigh, Nata-lin looked around the room. It was basic, and, by that, she meant really basic. The only thing in the room was one ledge protruding from a wall, that Nata-lin assumed must have been an attempt at a seat, or even a bed.

It was, for all intents and purposes, a cell. Which worked perfectly, she supposed, because, like it or not, she was now Darth Maul's prisoner. Nata-lin perched on the edge of the possible-bed, rested her elbows on her knees and dropped her head into her hands. She wasn't the crying type, so no tears fell as she sat there; but she was the depressive, angry type.

How did I let this happen? she scolded herself. How could I be so stupid? And, while she chastised and ridiculed herself for everything idiotic she'd done that led her to this situation, a small part of Nata-lin told her that she deserved to be where she was. That she deserved to be a prisoner to this Sith Lord.

Nata-lin groaned. Shouldn't being a seer have meant that she should know what to expect of this imprisonment? Nata-lin thought so anyway. But she knew from past experience that it was impossible to force herself to have a vision, no matter how hard she tried. And even if she could have done, there would be no guarantee that the vision would even be about her.

With her luck, it would be something about a Saurin crisis on Durkteel, millions of light years away from her- and, yes, it would be something she'd wish to change or stop- however, having a vision like that while she was trapped by Darth Maul was no use to anyone.

Nata-lin noticed that the ship they were in had taken off; and they'd, in fact, been flying for some time- or so she'd thought; without a window it was hard to tell. Where is he taking me? she wondered, but she didn't have to be a seer to know that she'd not get an answer if she asked Darth Maul.

She shrugged to herself and only then noticed the slight pain in her arms. She looked down at them, to the places where Darth Maul's hands had formed manacles over them. Already, her pale skin was red and showing signs that it would bruise. Great, she thought sarcastically. He's had me for about twenty minutes and I'm already getting hurt... This is promising.

Nata-lin knew what it felt like to be captured; and she knew what it felt like for her captor to think that they were supposed to have complete control over her. She knew how it felt to be a slave. And she was apt enough to notice the signs when she saw them. She could only hope that she was wrong.

Nata-lin was left alone in that room for quite some time longer, and when Darth Maul returned, she had shifted on her uncomfortable perch and was now sat cross-legged with her back resting against the wall behind her. As the door slid open, her eyes flashed to him. Neither of them spoke a word for a moment; they just stared.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

As she had expected, Nata-lin received no answer. In fact, not only did Darth Maul ignore her question completely, he stepped further into the room, stopping only when his legs hit the ledge Nata-lin was sat on. With him directly in front of her again, Nata-lin couldn't help but look away from him slightly. He's so... intimidating, she thought, glad, once again, that her thoughts could not be read.

"Stand."

The command was given quietly, but Nata-lin heard it well enough. She looked up to the Sith Lord, who's proximity to her was stifling. She didn't even try asking him to move, and instead attempted to shift herself around him to step off of the ledge. But as soon as she started to move, he stopped her.

"No. Where you are."

She stared at him, confused. He could try making sense, she frowned to herself. She wanted to say something, but Nata-lin knew that she had to pick her battles. The best choice she had would be to act compliant now so that she had a better chance to escape later.

Her frown not lessening, Nata-lin stood. Somehow the intimidation levels radiating from him didn't lessen as she stood, even though she was now effectively taller than him. In fact, it was almost worse that she still felt so vulnerable like that.

And she felt even more threatened when his hands reached out and took hold of her hips, his fingers running lightly under the edge of her shirt. At that she could help but jerk sharply back away from the Sith Lord- so quickly that she smacked her head against the wall behind her.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. What do you think you're doing?" she asked, her cheeks reddening.

Darth Maul didn't even look up at her. Somehow he had managed to keep hold of her and he didn't stop in his ministrations as he lightly touched his fingers over the skin of her stomach, moving on to one arm and then another.

"As appealing as you may think yourself, do not think that is my intention," he replied, feeling her panic and rising embarrassment.

Her breath slowed slightly as she scowled at the Sith Lord and his fingers that were roving over her body all too much for her liking.

"Well what are you doing then?"

Darth Maul did not answer her, he just continued with his virtual frisk of her. Could've at least bought me dinner first, she grumbled to herself, more than slightly disgruntled that he was basically feeling her up. Especially when he forcefully turned her around so that her she had to push against the wall to avoid smacking her face into the wall.

Nata-lin scowled and turned her head to try and see what he was doing, as his fingers now traced over her back. He paused when his hand brushed over a tiny lump on the skin of her back at the base of her spine. She barely had time to react as Darth Maul pushed her closer against the wall, and she could feel herself beginning to panic.

The feeling was made no better when Nata-lin watched the Zabrak reach into a fold of his dark robes and pull out a small knife. She didn't even know that those that used the force used normal weapons like knives. She always thought, if you had a lightsaber, what would be the point? But that wasn't really the right thing to go through her mind when he withdrew that small weapon, and she knew it.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her tone shrill with fear.

"Do not move," Darth Maul replied.

"Like hell! You feel me up and now you're waving a knife at me- fat chance I'm going to stay still!"

"If you don't stay still there is a chance that I could damage your spinal cord. It makes no difference to me; your being able to walk does not affect my plans."

Nata-lin blinked, her mouth hanging open slightly. She had no idea what he was doing, but as she felt the knife break her skin, Nata-lin was sure that she wasn't going to move a muscle. It hurt though, whatever he was doing. It hurt a lot. She bit her lip so hard in an attempt to keep still that she started to taste blood.

The fact that it hurt seemed to fade into the back of her mind though, when she saw him take out the knife quickly. But it wasn't that that distracted her, it was the tiny, what looked like mechanical, object that he pulled out along with it.

"What the...? What the fuck is that?"

Nata-lin watched as Darth Maul dropped the minute object to the floor and crush it beneath his boot. She turned around and climbed down to inspect whatever the broken thing was that Darth Maul had just found beneath her skin, ignoring the twinge of pain from the still-open wound in her back.

"What is that?" she asked again.

"It seems your Jedi friends sought some insurance in keeping you," Darth Maul replied with no readable expression.

She stared at the broken object for a moment before she realised what it was. A tracking device. She didn't even know that they'd done that. And, staring at the tiny tracking device, Nata-lin couldn't help but feel a little violated. Did they really think they'd need this? Did they really think I'd try to leave the temple after we'd made our agreement?

"Come," Darth Maul said simply.

She looked up at him for a second, slowly standing up. As she stood next to him, Nata-lin still couldn't hold back that nervous feeling. It still felt to her that he was likely to lash out at her at any second- that he'd just gouged a hole in her back wasn't making her feel any better about the situation either.

"Where?" she asked tentatively.

"So many questions," was his only answer.

Darth Maul merely took hold of her wrist and pulled her after him, out into the corridor beyond.