TW: Implied rape/non-con, non-con touching

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Three Years Later

Obi-Wan POV

Obi-Wan Kenobi suffered the indignity of Prince Humperdinck's hands on him with the stoicism of the long inured.

The prince fingered the collar around Obi-Wan's neck.

"If you would just agree to support me, to fight for me, my little Jedi," Humperdinck said, leaning down to whisper in Obi-Wan's ear, "things would go much better for you."

Obi-Wan did not respond, even when Humperdinck's hand moved to Obi-Wan's throat, pulling him flush against the prince's body.

Obi-Wan knew better than to fight back, to yank away, so he just let his eyes unfocus and went deeper into himself.

The prince pushed aside the frail wrapping of the diaphanous robe that Obi-Wan was permitted to wear, then trailed a hand down Obi-Wan's chest.

Thankfully the prince was interrupted, this time, by matters of state. Obi-Wan was left alone in his room.

Only after all footsteps had faded away did Obi-Wan sink slowly to the ground, wrap his robe around himself, and allow his head to drop.

It had been so long. No one had come for him. Anakin hadn't come for him.

Anakin was dead.

Obi-Wan pressed his fisted hands into his sternum, the fire of that wound still raw.

Anakin was gone. The Force was gone. It was so long since Obi-Wan had known peace.

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At first, Obi-Wan thought it was a trap. No one had ever forgotten to lock the door before.

But this servant was new, so maybe… maybe he had a chance this time. He had failed to escape so many times before, but he had to try again. He had to get out, get away.

Obi-Wan took the stairs two at a time, unused muscles protesting the sudden movement. He ought to have kept up his katas, but it just seemed so pointless after such a long time.

Snatching a servant's coat from the rack and shoving his feet into ill-fitting boots, Obi-Wan ran from the castle. Free. He was free.

Obi-Wan ran through the woods, only slowing when the castle was out of sight and his legs went wobbly.

The night was coming on quickly, and Obi-Wan knew he had to find a place to rest and hide before it got too dark to move.

Stumbling through the dark, looking for a safe place, Obi-Wan heard a branch break. He only turned in time to see a great black shape silhouetted against the dim moonlight before huge arms wrapped around him. He couldn't even scream. His ribs compressed, and as his eyes fluttered shut Obi-Wan could hear an accented voice remind the giant that they "needed him alive."

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Obi-Wan woke up in a boat, the gentle swaying making his aching head throb. He sat up slowly. His hands were bound in front of him and there were three men in the boat with him.

The giant he recognized, and Obi-Wan leaned away. The two other men were just as strange. One had long, curly hair and a dusky complexion, the other was short, bald, and had an abrasive voice; one that sent spikes of pain through Obi-Wan's head.

"Finally awake, Jedi?" the short man cackled, "I thought that you would be made of sterner stuff."

"Why have you captured me?" Obi-Wan asked tiredly. He was free for such a short time. It seemed his lot in life to suffer.

"We were hired to take you to Guilder, kill you, and leave your body to be found by Prince Humperdinck."

Obi-Wan raised his bound hands and rubbed at his eyes.

"You never said anything about killing anyone!" the giant exclaimed.

Obi-Wan looked up in surprise.

"I hired you to help me start a war. It's a prestigious line of work with a long and glorious tradition!" the small man screamed.

"I agree with Fezzik," the dusky man said with a strange accent, "I was not hired to kill anyone."

"Oh, the drunk speaks. Do you remember where you were when I hired you, Inigo?! You were so drunk you couldn't buy brandy!"

The small man stormed off to the edge of the ship and the two men looked at each other. Fezzik seemed to wilt.

"Vizzini, he can...fuss," Inigo said with a wink.

"Fuss, fuss… I think he likes to scream at us," Fezzik said slowly, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

Obi-Wan could only watch in exasperation as two of the three men who had captured him started to play at rhyming.