I walked into Palpatine's office, nervous as to why he had called me in there almost everyday I've been here. "Yes?" I asked peeking through the door to see Palpatine and Sawyer talking to each other, immediately stopping as the door opened. "Rebel," The Emperor gave me a sly grin. "Do come in." He waved his hand towards him, gesturing for me to enter, which I did reluctantly. "So," Sawyer started seeming nervous, I wonder why. "Me and my dad have been talking about your…" He drew out the last word, causing me to panic, my what? "Punishment." He finished putting his hands out in front of him. "My what?" I parroted, taking a few steps back out of caution, causing the storm troopers behind me to block my route of escape. I laughed nervously, facing the guards and walking away from them and like an idiot turning my back on the enemy. I felt Sawyer's hands on my shoulders, preventing me from retreating. "Where were you trying to go?" He asked with a chuckle. I started laughing even more, attempting to cover my fear as I sunk to the ground. I heard Palpatine get up from his chair, stalking over to me. "Get up." He said in a threatening tone. I felt his patience start to run out as I didn't do what he said, but it felt like I was paralyed. "Are you deaf? I said get up!" He yelled cause me to flinch as he grabbed my wrist, yanking me up by force as I kept my gaze glued to the floor. "Please don't" I whispered as my hands started to shake, this time setting off Sawyer's temper. "This is your fault! You made me do this!" He yelled as I started to cry. "Why am I being punished, I don't understand!" I wailed as my legs started to give out on me again. "I never wanted to remarry," I explained my predicament as tenchically it wasn't my fault. "It was your father you made me." I thought it would clear my name, I thought it would soothe Sawyer's anger, but it only made him mader. "Take her to the dungeon." He ordered with yellowing eyes, causing me to panic as the guards dragged me away. "Sawyer, you don't have to do this!" I pleaded for one last time before a guard covered my mouth. The walk to the dungeon was cold, scary, the feeling of dread overtaking me and all I could see was Sawyer, his yellow eyes when I closed mine, and his rage when I opened them. I was thrown in the cell that I was all too familiar with, the scent of blood, my blood, thick in the air. I turned around to see Sawyer looming over me, his silhouette encased by shadows so that the only thing I could see were his amber eyes look down at me like a cat looking down on its prey. That's what I was to him, prey, a toy for him to play with and punish when it fights back. Is that why everyone loved stuffed dolls? Because its a thing you have complete control over from what clothes it wears, or if it wears any at all, to what condition it lives in. After saving many kids back on Coruscant they all had dolls, and everytime I saw them I wondered what it felt like to be one of those dolls. Now I know, now I realize that a toy never gets any satisfaction or joy from getting played with, instead they get pain. Why? Well, because no one every likes a happy toy, a toy that has a sense of self-worth, than ruins the appeal of it. Because in a universe where you have no control over what happens in your life, controlling another's life and making it miserable, makes life bearable. Thats what I thought as the lashes from the whip tore up my back, causing me to scream in excruciating pain. All the screams in the world wouldn't make him stop though, nothing would. "Ash!" I cried in agony as he was the only person I could thing of, the only person that would actually help me. But that was dumb as it only added fuel the Sawyer's flame. "Ha. Why are you calling his name?!" He thrashed the whip harder. "Scream all you want, sweetheart. Nobody's gonna hear you!" He yelled as the pain got worse and I was blinded by my tears. "Sawyer please stop." I begged as I was desprate for him to give me a break, even for a second. "Oh, I'm sorry, does this hurt?" He asked in a mocking tone, making fun of my pain. "WELL GUESS WHAT I DON-" He was cut off by a door being knocked down, the door to my cell. Which angel- "Rebel!" Ash yelled.