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Chapter Five: Big Man with a Gun
She could feel him inside of her head, more so than she could feel his tongue in her mouth. Not even the neck brace could make unclear what she was, especially a man as powerful as he.
This became more apparent when the soft touch that she had felt on either side of her face turned into a rough grasp. Even his kissing became more abusive when he had started letting his teeth through his lips.
Uriael had enough and her body as well. Her senses told her to make distance between herself and her company.
The Jedi bent her legs and shoved her knees into his stomach to lift him off of her body; at least enough for her to crawl out from under it. With all of the strength she could muster within her arms and fingers, she grabbed onto each of his wrists and detached his bruising hold from her face.
As immediate as it was for her lips to be free of his, his eyes opened back to the real, filled with a now doubled rage that had burst to life within her mind.
You little BITCH!
Oh no… Her breath hitched from fear, as she began to crawl speedily towards the opposite side of the room and grabbed the dress on her way.
Maul went from crouching on the ground to rapidly standing straight and his heavy feet slammed onto the floor. Maul was no longer smiling or smirking; his face was now contorted with hatred.
Azazul gave me a damned Jedi!
His arm extended outward as he went into a leaping jump. His double-ended saber twirled from his tunic and belt on the couch into his grasp.
Uriael backed herself into a wall while shielding her nudity with the dress. Her thighs kept it in place to cover her crotch, and she overlapped her chest with the rest of it.
Right then, she felt his body disturb the air violently and could hear the sound of a powered lightsaber, like a crash diminishing into nothing but a whooshing purr.
Her legs recoiled closer to her as he landed and towered over her frightened form.
His saber glowed of garnet and filled the darkness with its eerie presence. He leaned in close with his weapon, just to be sure that she could feel the torridity of its touch.
It was then that they both saw each other, for the first time.
She couldn't see much, even with the light. The only thing that her sight could take hold of was his eyes. They were styled with a wild yellow and a vibrant orange that shot away from his black pupils. The demonic optics dug inside of her and held her down with his eternal gaze.
His hairless brows angled downward and folded over to show that he was fuming. His look matched greatly with his supposed occupation.
May the Force help me… Uriael could feel her impending doom.
Maul took in the Jedi's sallow face. Her incensed, gray eyes were almost colorless, having been overtaken by the red glow. Strands of mulberry lay messily over her cheeks, almost hiding the markings that coordinated with one another as if they were a reflection of the other. They were the same markings that he had seen on the little girl not long before.
He knew that she was under his mercy, or lack of, as of now.
"You are a Jedi," Maul explained almost to himself, with hatred.
The two stared at one another for a long period of time, him with hate and her with an untamed foreboding. She felt like an injured lamb that had been surrounded by a pack of starved wolves.
"You hide your ties with the Force well," Maul commented, calmly out of his anger. "I haven't been in the presence of a Jedi in a long while."
He sized her up, finding the dress clenched to her body. She was not as attractive as before, now that she was a Jedi.
"So how often do Jedi females turn into whores?"
"Your words mean nothing to me," she replied, no longer concerned with upholding Volutta's or anyone else's wishes.
The fact that she was able to act defensively surprised even her.
"You are full of deceits, Jedi."
"Flattery never was becoming of a Sith."
Maul snickered to himself, humored by the Jedi's courage with words and disregard for the authority that was clearly his. He could do to her things that most wouldn't live through. He knew that she was well aware of this.
He wondered why she did not fight back against him, as he had her pinned down with the lockdown that his eyes made. He also wondered why he could not feel the Force act as one with her.
"Tell me why I do not sense a connection to the Force in you," He growled.
"What does it matter?" she asked frustratedly.
"It matters because I say it does," He cachinnated.
"I always thought that Sith held no interest in sacrificing a kill- especially that of a Jedi," Uriael explained, ill-tempered by his constant humiliating words.
Uriael shut her eyes and looked to the side, not wanting to look at him.
He wasn't some dark Jedi like Azazul, but must have been trained as a true Sith. Even Azazul needed chains and his power to block her from the Force just to have his way with her. This guy did not. His eyes were the proof of it.
"So, what are you waiting for?"
Maul knew that she was terrified of him. At first, it was just the discomfort of a girl who hadn't been used to sex. Now, it was the fear that a young Jedi had towards a veteran Sith.
"Tell me why the Force does not run within you," he commanded whilst pointing his lightsaber straight between her eyes. "If you don't, I will kill you."
As much as she didn't want to obey his whims, she couldn't hold up with the constant slander that she had already dealt with for the past three months.
"It's this," she answered quietly.
Her hand touched the brace around her neck, only to fall back to hide herself from him.
Maul felt naïve from not noticing the strange thing around her neck before. It was too simple to really grab onto someone's interest. He thought that it was nothing but a choker.
He became even more infuriated.
This little thing tames the Force?
He would give anything at that time to meet the person who made the device, just so he could rip their limbs off.
"Who made this?" He vociferated.
"I don't know," She answered.
"This makes the Force seem like nothing, this foul device."
Maul snatched hold of it, pulling it and Uriael over to him. With a lash of his arm, the brace was ripped from her neck.
He threw it across the room and it landed on the steps that led to the kitchen. He watched as the brace wriggled and leaked a dark substance, only to cease moments after.
Uriael's already tender body tensed in discomfort from the man's act of anger. She gritted her teeth underneath her lips and opened her eyes once again, only to find herself face down on his hard chest.
She backed away from him, in fear of the beastly man who had total control of what was to happen to her at that moment. But because she had come into contact, she could see more of him than before.
The whole of his upper torso was painted with strange markings- tattoos. They traveled over his body and had a look of arcane symbols. The tattoos were symmetrical from one side to the other. Ebony and scarlet colors proceeded over him and neither overpowered the other.
Using the wall as support, Uriael pulled herself up, only then realizing that the skin that was once covered by the brace was lightly dripping blood. She held her knuckle to her neck and tensely wiped off some of the liquid.
Even though the brace was away from her neck, she still couldn't feel any connection with the Force, and she was well aware that the Sith could tell as well.
The dress still concealed her from him, but how hard would it be for him to whisk it away? How easy he could seize her and do his work.
As the dominant person in the pair, Maul followed her movements like a lion would follow its prey. He saw that there, what he guessed, was blood lightly dripping down her neck, which must have been from him taking that device off of her.
He powered down his light saber and left her in shadow once again.
"What am I to do with you?" Maul asked dangerously into the darkness.
She continued to lean into the wall with a full hold on the dress, as he began to pace back and forth, contemplating his options.
"Tell me your name and title," Maul finally demanded.
"Heh… I guess any species of game needs a tag," she responded rebelliously.
"You are awfully proud for a Jedi," Maul claimed.
His hand flexed and Uriael's breathing was stopped. He had begun to use a force-chokehold on her.
"You should not be so proud."
While still trying to encase her nudity, Uriael's body rose into the air and her back dragged up against the harsh wall. She sealed her eyes, trying to keep her mind focused.
"You are probably the only Jedi left; alone in this universe."
The Force constricted against her breathing and began crippling every sense that she had. All the air in the room became unavailable to her.
He traversed over to Uriael and traded the Force with his bare hand. His hold on her was even more merciless than when he used the Force, and crushed down on her windpipe.
"You take up space that is needed for something with purpose."
She opened her eyes and there was still only the dark. This time, however, she didn't know if it was because the room was lightless or because she had begun to black out. Either way, she knew she was slowly being killed.
She had wanted this before. She had preferred to be dead, to be with her family once again.
To no longer have to deal with Volutta and her heinous criticism, always saying horrible things to make her feel even more disgusting than what she had become.
She wanted Farkas to be gone, so she wouldn't be told of what her fate would be for each night that she would be sent into her "master's" room.
She wanted the threat of Rokujou, Tanran, and Yu'shaa to be nonexistent, so she could defend herself without having to worry about the possibility of being tortured even more.
And then, there was Azazul. Why did she care about the other three with him around? He punished her daily and nightly. He was the true threat.
Her body wouldn't let her give in to his assaults. Why? If she was to be there for the rest of her days, having that done to her, why would her body not want to be used to it?
She had prayed, more in those months than in her whole life; she had begged for a way out. She pleaded for an answer that would explain to her why she was going through this. Was it a test, or a sign? Maybe even a trial of some sort?
Or perhaps, this was just something that was happening to her, because no person has control of what happens in his or her life. The good die along with the bad, taking the influence that could have educated instead of dominated, along with them. She was weak and therefore was not up to fighting back.
No- that isn't true. You are alive for a reason, one that you must find out for yourself. You have been put onto this path. Now, you either fight for yourself or die for yourself.
The perplexity of these thoughts and the fact that she was running out of air had sent tears from her despair.
His hand continued strangling her throat and kept the air away. Her pulse, once beating ferociously under his palm, had speedily begun to slow down from the lack of oxygen.
He watched as her face went into unconsciousness. He smiled, as if he was accomplishing something by having taken hold of a defenseless woman, who of course couldn't match up to him in strength. Should he have not been satisfied?
Come on- you can do this, she beckoned to herself.
Uriael decided that her life was more important than her modesty. She let go of the dress and allowed her naked body to show into the dark.
She then took hold of his wrist with both of her hands. This new spark of energy may not have been much, but she had to try. She couldn't let herself die like this.
She began scratching at his hand, trying to separate his grip from her neck.
Maul began to laugh inwardly at this useless fight. All that this defensive tactic made him do was restrain her breathing more. His nails practically dug into her skin.
She tried to scream, but only cried. The tears were her call out for help. It was just her luck that tears always came without sound.
He could feel the pulse in her neck grow slightly from her struggle, even through slothful attacks. He went on and forced her body to grow cold under his might, in which she soon became inert and didn't struggle against him anymore.
There was nothing that she could do. The strange feeling of death was devouring her, and she felt like she had to welcome it. She didn't want to give up, for her spirit still had strength and would have been able to fight against such a problem, if her body was not so wrecked from the past months.
Now she lost all sense from the lack of oxygen to her brain. She saw images of memories pass by her eyes, and the last was one of the worst days of her life.
Maul felt her tears trickle down the cracks between his fingers. The tears were the only bit of warmth that she had left. She was so close to being dead and lifeless in his hold. Oh how he would have loved for that to have happened. He was ashamed in himself for fondling a Jedi; disgusted was the most proper word.
As her demise was literally close at hand, something happened. Out of his control, a presence inside of him took command of his will and his mind had, for some reason, connected with her now dying thoughts.
…
He found himself in a room, much like the one he was staying in. The lights were dimmed and he could hear violent movement where his mind currently was.
He turned around and found Azazul, who had just thrown someone into a wall with his dark Force.
The body cracked and dented the wall and the sound of growling could be heard. Pieces of the wall toppled over and covered the person in concrete and dust.
Azazul walked over, with his typical snide smile, after the person. It was the same sick smile that would come on his face when he wanted something. But, something had begun stirring from underneath the rubble.
The body of a woman, dressed in a very short slave outfit, darted out, and Maul could see that her hands were tied behind her back. He watched as she jumped into the air and, seemingly, used the Force to launch herself at the man, then landing a kick on Azazul's chest, which sent him across the room.
The woman was full of energy and instead of being pleased with her attack against him, she continued after him without hesitation. Even in the risqué outfit, she ran and fought against him like someone trained in the art of fighting.
She was just about to kick his head in before a spark shock of true dark power bolted out towards her, and caused her body to convulse through the air.
Azazul got himself up, with both hands darted out in front of him. After a few seconds, he released her from the dark lightning.
Her body plopped down to the floor, and she lay almost unconscious.
The rattataki walked towards his victim and grinned wickedly, as he began to unclothe himself.
"Now, Uriael- you really shouldn't try to resist," he explained to the injured woman. "This is a very important day. You're going to become a true woman!"
He then began to strip her down to her naked skin. While doing this, the woman gave off groans of protest.
"Let us see how much one can fit into a Jedi."
Maul watched, with a mixture of discomfort and disgust, as Azazul positioned himself on top of her, as well as in between her legs. He then impelled all of his length inside of the woman in one painful thrust.
At that very moment, her eyes went from half-way closed to all of the way opened. Visually, it looked as if every available muscle in her body flexed, probably to even out the pain away from her unused opening.
Out of a pair of pinkish-brown colored lips, that looked as if they had only ever spoken softly, came out with the most terrible cry of pain and vulnerability that Maul had ever heard in his life.
Her eyes had filled with fear and anger, and the familiar yellow-grays were surrounded in pink, where white should have been. The words "no" and "stop" were mentioned at a high volume a number of times, but Azazul continued into her, as hard as he could, without a care to her objections.
Each time she kicked underneath him, which was her only means of defense, he would slam a chalk-colored fist down on which ever knee was jabbing into him. After a few minutes her persistence wavered thin and he continued to grind into her with no objections, except for choking sobs.
Finally, his face contorted with a look of intensity, and he pounded into her harder than he had before, until he caught himself with both of his palms, on either side of the Jedi's upper body.
He then placed his head against her chest and relaxed on top of her, without any complaints from his now shocked and quiet victim.
"I hope you don't mind that I didn't use protection," he mumbled against her skin, and lifted his head to see her face. "I suppose I got a little carried away with you."
Her head rested on the left side of her face, and her skin was stained with trails of tears, dirt, sweat, and a blank expression. Her face only changed as she flinchingly shut her eyes again, while Azazul had pulled himself out of her, leaving blood and a mix of his and her secretions around her bare thighs.
Maul knew that even a rattataki such as Azazul, who naturally was able to control the minds of other species, would have a difficult and almost impossible time with controlling a Jedi.
Right then he had not persuaded her to procreate or properly seduced her with his mind tricks. Right then he had done nothing but rape her.
This was the reason why she wasn't used to sex. She had never intended on having sex. She had something like that taken away from her, by force.
He looked back down to her, but was surprised to see that her gray and yellow eyes were directed towards his own. As if she could see him standing there, before her. She wasn't looking at him with resentment or hate, but rather, with pleading features.
Her still lips moved and she whispered something that, for some reason, affected him.
"Kill me," she said in the softest voice that could have been made at that moment. "Please..."
The woman- no- the Jedi presently at the mercy of his tight hold, who was also lying before him, broken and used against her will, had asked him to kill her.
"I'm not finished with you yet," Azazul laughed, through taking gulps of something. "I might just use you until you die on your own."
The words she had spoken, as well as the rest of the scene he had just witnessed, sent his own mind into a frenzy of thoughts and a conscious dilemma. What this Jedi had had done to her was something that hit him personally. She had done to her, what his-
...
Damn it.
Maul let loose of the hold on the girl's neck. Her body dropped and the room filled with the sound of amplified coughing and heavy, desperate breathing.
He turned on the lights, baffled and angered by the situation he was in.