A/N: Words cannot describe how absolutely messed up this chapter is… idk what to say other than… yeah it's messed up. So buckle up. I wrote this last year at some point and decided to keep it for serious character development. Depending on what you all think I might pull this chapter down on fanfiction and just post it to AO3. Here, I might re-write certain parts of the chapter and mention hints of what happened. This is the first chapter where I really think posting this to AO3 is the better option because this is seriously pushing major boundaries.

***WARNING***: Dubious Consent, Depictions of rape, Manipulation.

Please remove yourself from this chapter if you are not 18 or older, I really cannot express my concerns more than – Please. Do not read if you are not old enough to handle the warnings above.

Chapter 22: Definition of Insanity

A scowl shrouded Eryx's features as he turned towards the shuttle. Even the hanger bay was freezing, he couldn't wait to be on a warmer planet. Much like Lord Vader's hatred for sand - Eryx hated the cold and ice. Growing up on Csilla would do that to anyone. Especially as an outcast, it was exasperating searching for a warm place to sleep night after night. It was the will of the Force that he survived long enough for Lord Vader to recruit him. Putting the past aside, the inquisitor trekked into the shuttle - wondering where the hell the rest of his comrades were. Speaking into his comms he reached out to his squad, "Where the hell are you?" He snapped to Sobek.

"On board the ship, where the fuck are you?" Sobek snorted, knowing the answer. Eryx was taken back a moment, Vader had sent the rest of them to above the atmosphere? What the fuck? Ending the transmission, Eryx made his way back down the cargo ramp.

"Sir do you know when Lord Vader will be arriving," the pilot wondered cautiously behind him. Eryx's eyes never left the darkness of the expansive hanger bay doors. Even Eryx didn't know, that was until he saw headlights in the distance.

"See for yourself," the inquisitor muttered, turning back into the shuttle. This was another time Vader had singled him out to stay behind with him. Even when he discovered the Jedi, that was Eryx tracking them - his comrades had nothing to do with that mission. It was Eryx alone. Even if he did fuck up and Lord Vader made him walk back to base in the bitter cold at night- the Sith still relied on him. Perhaps it was because the Sith and himself shared something in common that the others didn't. Eryx was never a Jedi - the others had been. Albeit, they were bad eggs that went unnoticed from the start, but they were still part of a way of life that was now outlawed. The inquisitor also knew he was stronger than the others, through the Force and in tactical skill. Vader had taught him everything from the start. The Sith may have beat him senseless in the beginning but Eryx was a fast learner - he could adapt quickly to any situation. It was hard finding minds with that potential. The only thing that ever made Eryx nervous was the rule of two. He was meant to be the Emperor's sword - not Vader's.

Hearing the speeder roar into the hanger, Eryx silenced his thoughts as he remained like a statue. The pilot had already raced back into the cockpit and the only ones on board in the cargo area were the three of them. The Senator's hair had fallen from her bun, now it was a mane of wind whipped locks. From her expression, she seemed more content than when she left. Seeing her gave him an idea of what was going through Vader's mind. He'd completely cut Eryx off to his feelings and the Senator's. He didn't have the faintest clue what they had done for the past hour. Whatever it was Vader didn't want him knowing. The inquisitor glanced down at his hands, the enduring silence was killing him. Not knowing made him uneasy, Vader had never cut him off completely.

The shuttle ride to the ship in pestering silence, even the Senator had fallen asleep - her head resting on the Sith's shoulder. It was a sight to see, the Lord even had his arm wrapped around her as she drooled on his robes. The first thought that went through the Inquisitors mind was that she needed the damn sleep. He wondered if Vader kept her up at nights to-

"Control your thoughts," Vader snapped at him through the Force. Eryx straightened his shoulders, blanking his mind instantaneously. When the shuttle finally landed, he hesitated in leaving or even moving. "You're dismissed," The Sith's voice rang through his ears once again. He nodded once before leaving. However he couldn't help but glance back as the Sith Lord delicately gathered the Senator - no doubt bringing her back to his chambers.

Hood drawn, Obi-Wan stalked into the club – blaring base ringing his ears the music matching the pace of the beings in the chamber. It wasn't the most proper place to meet an informant but he supposed it was better than any alternative. This was the first time he'd ever met this woman. When he spotted her, his teeth ground together. A deathstick was nestled between her fingers as she raked her raven hair back off her face. Smoke rings puffed from her lips, she seems at home… The Jedi thought to himself as he glanced over her attire. She wore ripped black jeans with a tight black tank top to match – blasters holstered to each hip. Tattoos spanned her entire upper torso – reaching all the way to her lower neck. Then he noticed that she was younger than he figured. When her black eyes reached his and a smirk tugged at her lips as she took another drag.

Noticed, Kenobi slowly approached her at the bar – ordering a drink and pulling down his cowl before he took a seat. Immediately she blew smoke in his face, her smirk never disappearing. "Nice to know you drink," she smiled, downing the rest of her own beverage. Obi-Wan's expression remained neutral.

"I'm no monk," he muttered.

"Didn't think you were but, I thought you'd be more on guard. You are in Imperial territory," she mused before ordering another drink.

"What do you have for me," the Jedi snapped, glaring towards the woman.

"Do you have what I asked for?" She wondered, resting back in her stool.

Dragging a small sack from his pocket, he pulled the rare energy gem from the case and the woman's eyes immediately lit up as she snuffed out her deathstick. "You get it once you tell me what you know," he indicated, shoving the invaluable item back in his pocket.

"Well what do you wanna know?" She smirked, resting her elbow against the bar.

"Don't play this game with me. Tell me what you know about his movements," he ordered, leaving his drink to sit without being touched.

The woman rolled her eyes with an exaggerated sigh, "Well, his fleet left Vandor four days ago. Presumably headed for Naboo-"

"I know that already," he sniped, "Tell me something I don't."

"Well those two men you sent to track him are dead. Been dead for a while now," she muttered casually picking her nails. Obi-Wan internally cursed himself, he had suspected it when they hadn't made contact. But knowing was different, he'd sent those men to their deaths…

"What else," he demanded, not showing an ounce of his remorse.

"Wow, pretty hardcore for someone who is supposedly fighting for peace," she hooted mockingly. "Anyway, that Senator your emissary mentioned is definitely with him. They are close, very close. Heard them all night long at the Tavern," the woman chuckled reaching for his drink when hers took too long. Obi-Wan immediately diverted his emotions, he didn't care if they were sleeping together. It was obvious, especially after what Yoda had explained to him. "My assumption is that she's important to you or you wouldn't be trading something like that for shit information like this," she mused nodding her head towards his pocket.

"What else."

"Hmm… Let's see, if it makes you feel any better he actually seems to like her. She's not in any danger – well – I mean she's so innocent that I don't think he'd harm her unless he truly lost it," A beat. "Which is always possible," she shrugged, "If she's an important asset, you need to start looking for information elsewhere. She's under strict guard every second of the day," the woman laughed, "she even made the idiotic decision trying to escape, she got to the edge of town and was caught. Pretty sad but, an inevitable outcome."

Obi-Wan stared at the woman, she tried to escape? It didn't make sense for her to run, the barrier that the Jedi had placed in her mind had been shattered. The crippling pain he felt when it happened was debilitating. When his own shield was broken, countless ones had replaced it – they were fortified, unbreakable, cloaking her signature completely. From what Master Yoda had explained, Vader should have complete control over her actions, reactions, thoughts even. They could no longer trust her but, how did she have the ability to run? Perhaps it was instinct, an innate action that was brought out from her subconscious. The man frowned, perhaps the bond was still too fresh and Vader didn't have complete control yet. Padmé was strong willed, her subconscious was probably still arguing with his presence's intrusion. How long would it take for him to have complete rein? Obi-Wan shunned himself, there was no point – she was gone at that point. If he was able to kill Vader or free her and have enough time for Yoda to release her mind, she'd be broken from his control… But, when that would be, he didn't know.

"Anyway, that's pretty much it – unless you have any questions," she muttered finally receiving her drink, taking a swig.

"When you say strict guard, what do you mean?" Obi-Wan probed, turning towards her slightly.

"Do you think he travels alone when he goes places? Not a chance – he always has at least one inquisitor with him to watch his back. How do you think your men were discovered? He was too busy fucking to know any better. His inquisitor killed them. She was always with at least one of them," she shrugged. It was infinitesimal, but the Jedi's jaw tightened a fraction. If that were true, it would be impossible to rescue her without being detected.

"Do you know how many of them he has assigned to his personal unit?"

"Four," she nodded. "I've worked with them plenty of times in the past. They are elite soldiers, following his command always." At the battle of Almas, Obi-Wan had sensed five signatures but he only had actually seen the Sith himself and two of his inquisitors. Ones he'd never seen previously… They were at the helm of each infantry unit. It had been obvious that they were the intelligence behind the operation, they probably even communicated telepathically. He eyed the woman carefully, there was no deceit in her presence… she seemed to only be sharing the truth.

With that, he uttered a 'thanks,' tossing the pouch on the bar.

"Pleasure doing business with you," she grinned, swiping the bag from the wooden surface. Flinging the hood back over his head, the Jedi left the club in an instant. Trekking back to ship, he needed to get off the planet as soon as possible. It wouldn't take the Empire long to discover his entrance codes to the system were old. Hopping into his commandeered Imperial shuttle, he raked a hand through his hair as the engine reeved. The shuttle was slow, he needed to get back to his fighter in neutral territory. Leaving the planet's atmosphere, his thoughts were racing. He was technically AWOL, not even Master Yoda knew he'd left. With a small sigh, he entered hyperspace, the vortex wrapping around the ship. Now he knew though, there were four soldiers Vader had confidence in… if he could track their location, make enough noise, there was a chance Kenobi could save her – from herself and the Sith.

"Why don't you come sit with me?" Padmé sighed as she soaked in the rays of Naboo's glistening sun. It was so nice for her to be finally home in the lake country where she always felt like she belonged. The flowing soft grass, the warm smooth sand, the beautiful white flowers in the distance… the relaxation of finally being home was hitting all the right places. A shimmering white bikini covered her more sensitive regions as she sprawled across Vader's cloak. Even though he had parted with his cloak, he adamantly refused to join her on the beach which was somewhat bothersome to her peace.

"I would prefer to stay where I am," he muttered from somewhere behind her, she knew he was sitting in the grass close to the lakes edge, he would never leave her side- but having him not even wanting to join her was a buzz kill. She sighed rolling onto her stomach before crossing her legs in the air.

Slowly her eyes peeled open to stare at the Sith Lord who was pulling at the grass beside his legs seemingly out of frustration. "Please come down here with me," she frowned feeling just a bit underappreciated.

"So I can get sand all in my clothes? No thank you," he mumbled in disgust before resting back on the grass, "The grass is soft here, it's much more comfortable than the course and irritating sensation of sand."

"Well," Padmé muttered pursing her lips, "Why don't we swim to the island - or does water make you irritated as well?" she snickered before grabbing a handful of sand and allowing it to sift through her fingers. She watched his eyes pull open as a taunting look appeared in his eyes.

"Are you mocking me Senator?" He questioned with a small smirk before sitting up with his elbow resting on his knee. She laughed at his response before rolling over on her back, how she had managed to obtain his cloak was still a mystery but she was thankful for the fabric either way. It was so soft, but he was right- it was covered in sand. However she always felt like the sand was soft by the lake, the water allowing for the rough edges of each particle to be tumbled and smoothed before surfacing on the bank.

"Maybe I am mocking you, what are you going to do about it?" She smirked with tease until she felt the clip of her top snap undone inexplicably, "Not fair," she groaned sitting up to fix what he'd done with the Force until the metal clip snapped off completely rendering her with no option to reattach the article. Her eyes glared back to him with playful annoyance, "You're no fun," she muttered tossing her the fabric to the side before resting bare chested with her back against his cloak.

"I would say differently," she could hear the smirk in his tone as she felt his eyes lingering on her breasts.

"I guess you're just going to have to look then because I am not leaving this spot until I get an adequate tan," Padmé teased feeling the sun kiss her body. She missed it so much here, she didn't even realize how much she missed the sun, the stars, the moon, the peace and quiet. City life would always be so hectic it made her mind spin sometimes, but this was a different feeling entirely. Being completely alone on her home planet with Vader was actually more fun than she thought it would be. He had a personality when his soldiers weren't around - he would be funny, cute, almost a complete lush for romance at times. It was a relief to know he was more than just the man the HoloNet made him to be, more than what she'd witnessed on Vandor and on Coruscant.

It was surprising - he was also a gentleman. Her parents completely surprised when he was behaved at dinner. It was a shame her sister couldn't make it. After a night in Theed they headed to her family's lake house, they'd been there for a few days now. Then they would be returning for the gala in the morning and that thought made her frown. She only had a few more days at home before being lugged off back to Coruscant. Besides that, at least it made Padmé a bit more at ease with the marriage knowing Vader had made a good impression on her parents. They weren't as freaked out that she was marrying the Second in Command of the Empire, Supreme Commander of the Imperial Forces, after meeting him. For the first time in years she felt happy, at peace; being here with someone she actually enjoyed spending time with was a wonderful change.

Padmé's ears twitched as she heard the sound of boots, slipping through the sand towards her. She smiled under the sunlight feeling Vader take a seat beside her, "I can't just leave you here looking like that," he growled seductively feeling him inching closer.

"I'm glad your mind isn't the one that's thinking then," she mused with a small smile, "But I really am happy you came to join me," she whispered more seriously sitting up off the cloak before staring into his golden eyes.

Padmé's eyes fluttered closed feeling his gloved hand glide across the side of her body. She could never really get over how tender he could be with a metal hand- he had so much control over it that it practically felt like skin across her body. Slowly she leaned in and pressed her lips against his an encouragement and prize for him coming to her. He immediately replied by deepening the kiss then rolling on top of her. He was still dressed in his tunic which almost made her giggle- the entire time he'd always wear variations of the same outfit obviously a stickler for the uniform. She found it nice to see his face during the day. He was such a beautiful man that it almost was a shame he had to cover himself all the time- not that she wanted any women swooning over him but it just seemed like a waste of having such a gorgeous man who could never show his face.

"Vader," she groaned as his lips began to trail down her neck, "Why don't we go swimming or visit the shaaks- switch it up a bit?" Padmé knew where the path of kisses would go, but she actually wanted to try to enjoy being outdoors while she was here. Not that she didn't want to have sex but she knew their time there was fleeting. He sighed against her skin before rolling to lay beside her, hearing her internal wishes.

"You want to go watch animals?" He asked with a hint of sexual frustration.

"Well I haven't been here in years, come on it will be fun," She smiled pulling herself upper body onto his chest, placing an innocent peck on his lips.

"Fun?" He questioned as if the word was foreign to him. "I wouldn't constitute watching animals frolic as fun," he muttered throwing his arm over his eyes.

"And why not?" She pressed with a small pout.

"I just can't help but think about the other things we could be doing," he answered with a sensual smirk as his free hand went to stroke the back of her hair. With a loud sigh in defeat her forehead thumped against his chest, a soft chuckle left his lips as his arm tightened around her bare back. "If you truly wish to go, we can go."

"I was going to go either way. I was just hoping you'd join me," she teased pushing off of his chest before reaching to grab her broken top from the sand. "I'm going to go change into something less revealing," she called to him as he continued to rest in the spot on his robe.

"Alright," he yawned before placing his arm back over his eyes. Padmé stared at him for a moment, besides his outfit- one could probably never tell that this man was…Darth Vader. Somehow Sobek had retrieved his saber from the depths of the river on Vandor but she hadn't seen him with it in days. She recalled the words that he spoke their first day together, 'My intentions are to keep that world and our marriage separate Senator.' When she thought his promise over, he was doing a decent job keeping her in the dark about his military duties. When she stole one last glance at him, he seemed to be enjoying his vacation as much as she was. Wondering inside, she headed to her bedroom to change, throwing on beautiful flowing dress with a woven silk corset. Tying a pair of angle high leather boots to her feet, she headed towards her vanity ruffling out her curls to let the mane roam free. Heading back outside, she yawned headed back to the riverbank.

"I'm ready when…" she began to say until her voice slowly drifted off. He's asleep! Her mind exclaimed looking down at the peaceful face of the young Sith Lord. Padmé struggled to hold back a small giggle as part of his head was off his robe- his dark blond locks in the sand. With a small smile she watched him for a moment, the color of his blond hair melted effortlessly with the sand and his face was one of tranquility. His expression was one that she had never seen before, every stress line completely gone- he almost looked like a snoozing teenage boy. She couldn't get over how utterly young he looked… Taking a seat on the grass beside the sand, Padmé's mind conjured questions. He seemed to know how to act around someone he cared about – was it possible he had past relationships like the one they shared? A frown tugged at her lips, he said she was the only woman he'd ever respected… Was that true? Or was he just natural at adapting to a situation like the one they were in?

"Don't think too much into it Senator, you'll give yourself a headache," he mumbled, her heart skittered. Shit.

"You can't blame me for being curious, you've been different these past few days." Padmé reasoned with a pout.

A sigh left his lips as he sat up from his cloak, "Ah fuck," he cursed jumping from his sitting position to brush the sand from his hair. A tight smile pulled at the Senator's lips as she struggled to hold back a laugh.

"You weren't lying, you really hate sand," she mused, heaving herself off the ground to stroll towards him.

"Little specks get kriffing everywhere," he snarled with his nose scrunched, brushing off his arms.

"Why do you hate sand?" She wondered taking a seat on his robe.

He eyed her before muttering, "Every centimeter of Tatoonie is sand. That shit would be everywhere, in your food, shoes, hair - pants. Couldn't ever get away from it."

Padmé nodded with a smile, "Well the sand is different here, it's not as rough – have you felt it?" She wondered, sifting the sand with her fingers.

"Sand is sand Senator," he huffed, sitting cross-legged on his cloak in front of her.

"That's not true," she frowned, "There's barely any surface water on Tatooine. There's no way that the sand could ever be tumbled. Here it's different, different minerals as well."

"Sand is sand. Bottom line - it gets kriffing everywhere," He argued.

Padmé rolled her eyes, "Fine I guess that trait still holds true." That's when she noticed his stare, almost as if he wanted to ask her something but was holding himself back. "What?" She laughed, mirroring his sitting position.

"Who was your first kiss?" He asked quickly staring into her eyes in curiosity.

"What?" She chuckled, "Can't you just scroll through my memories and find it yourself? - Who was your first kiss?" The question was so simple, so innocent almost it had her stumped for a moment.

"Trying to find information in that brain of yours can be trying," Vader stated simply.

Padmé pursed her lips, "I'll take that as a complement," she huffed. That's when she thought back to her time in school and how everything was so simple back then. The kiss she shared with her classmate was almost laughable now. So innocent, so awkward. Perhaps maybe the kiss had opened the door for her to date the handsome man a few years down the road but, Vader didn't need to know that.

"When I was eleven, his name was Palo we were both members of the Legislative Youth Program. I suppose we were both kids at the time but he was cute… curly hair, dreamy eyes," she gushed batting her eyelashes. Padmé internally smirked seeing Vader shift as his eyes became just a hint more golden with the known emotion of jealousy. It was just reaction she wanted, "Remember this was when I was ten," she laughed, "Didn't go further than a small peck. I spilled about my first kiss so who was yours?" Padmé waited for a few moments, watching his face become a bit hardened as if remembering an unpleasant time. Padmé shifted a bit as she bit the inside of her cheek. "You- you don't need to tell me if you don't want to," she stated after a few moments.

"She was an equestrian rider from Alderaan…" he said before trailing off. She could tell he wasn't telling her the full story. She didn't ask for the whole story but she did ask for a name. "Her name was Ezmé."

Alarms bells rang in Padmé's mind from the familiar name, the girl in which he spoke of went missing. She could recall how worried Bail was due to her disappearance when she was around fourteen- when she had visited Coruscant with Palpatine when he was Senator. "Ezmé Asimre?" Padmé breathed, her heart iced over in her chest, "Did- did Palpatine do something… to her after he discovered that you liked her?"

"Don't prod, I told you who- isn't that enough?" He snapped as a frown tugged at his lips. It was obviously a painful memory to him, she could sense it- or he was allowing her to feel his pain so that she'd leave the topic alone. Padmé slowly nodded not wanting to make him feel at all uncomfortable. Ezmé was a natural at riding, she was young too only a few years older than herself but when it came to riding she seemed like she'd trained a lifetime… Padmé remembered when she went missing just a few days before the Galactic Trails at the Regal Center on Coruscant. Her eyes narrowed thinking of Palpatine, how he had been gone for quite an extended amount of time when they were visiting the capital...when the girl went missing. Padmé had heard rumors, quite terrifying rumors after the Empire was created- of what he would do to women. It was said he even had his own collection or harem of them. The thought made the Senator feel immediately ill. He had rolled back the emancipation of slaves, but the thought of him having his own… sex slaves was a nauseating thought. It was deplorable, despicable, disgusting- vile. Padmé was too focused on her own thoughts to notice Vader's shoulders tighten and become tense form her thoughts.

"Senator." He sniped, snapping her out of thought.

"What?" she blurted startled of where her mind had taken her- the conversation went from lighthearted to dead serious in her mind. Vader could have been no older than sixteen when he'd kissed her- could it be the same year she went missing?! Padmé stared at him with apprehension for a moment. "I need to know you didn't hurt that girl," Padmé breathed inching away from him unknowingly.

Vader's eyes darted to the side as he seemed deep in thought. He's not answering me! He looks guilty- he feels guilty! Padmé was horrified for a moment, shivering before slowly standing to step back from him. "You're already are aware that I have killed many- what's one girl?"

"She was innocent! She was- she was a talented girl!" Padmé argued rapidly blinking, "I mean- if you kissed her why would you kill her?!"

A twisted emotionless haze formed across Vader's eyes, the sight sending shivers of fear through her body immediately. "I have told you before, a Sith is not supposed to show affection. I showed her who I was- I showed her compassion. That was against the rules."

"So… you killed her?" Padmé breathed horrified. She could feel her fingertips shivering, the hairs on the back of her neck standing. Then Vader's words rang loud and clear from her memories, 'there were certain measures I had to take which required time to ensure your safety.' "Y- You didn't want to kill her did you? That's why you never approached me- you were afraid," Padmé breathed placing all the pieces together. "Wh-What did Palpatine do?" she managed to choke out.

"Does it matter?" Vader asked void of emotion.

"I would like to understand where I stand! Whether or not if he finds out about us- that we are intimate, that I won't end up vanishing off the face of the galaxy!" She cried throwing her hands in his direction.

"I already told you that you are safe. He will not harm you. Sex and compassion are separate from one another Senator," Vader clarified, which sent Padmé's mind in a completely separate direction of worry.

"You keep saying that and yet I find it hard to believe you only have a physical attachment towards me," She quipped back with anger and hurt behind her eyes. Padmé immediately felt dirty, she had felt this before back when they were in the conservatory. Then her words from their argument before they left Coruscant came flooding back- 'You think I'm your property! You think that I belong to you!' she could recall being so livid and afterwards she almost felt guilty for saying the words. But maybe she wasn't off base- maybe that's how he really did view her! If the Emperor had his own collection of women… what was stopping Vader?! Did he own women?! Did he have his own collection of girls he'd fuck in order to separate himself from creating a relationship with someone? She felt bile rise in her throat as she stumbled back into the sand. Why isn't he saying anything? Why is he just looking at me with this dead-eyed gaze? What is he thinking? What is he?

"You're asking too many questions," he affirmed darkly, "I suggest you silence your thoughts." With his words she felt her questions come to a screeching halt, she winced in pain before falling back into the sand feeling hopelessly confused. What was she just thinking about? What had just happened? Why couldn't she remember her own thoughts? Why is she laying in the sand? Padmé shut her eyes trying to recollect herself from the total and utter disorder. She felt almost paralyzed laying on the hot sand as she could only stare as Vader's frame towered over her- staring down at her. I need him. I want him, her mind breathed staring up at the beautiful man before her eyes. Just like all those nights ago on Coruscant- her body and mind was no longer under her domain. Watching him slowly kneel down, he slipped his arms under her knees and shoulders before carrying her towards the lake house.

She couldn't understand what was happening- how she couldn't recall her train of thought. She couldn't understand why she became needy for him in a matter of a few seconds. What was happening to her? What was he doing to her?

You are mine. Vader's deep voice sounded in her thoughts, she shuttered in pleasure from the presence in her mind as he set her on their bed. She watched herself grab the fabric of the front of his robes- before slamming her lips against his. He moaned against her lips before she felt ghostly hands slam her to the bed. She writhed under the grip watching as he quickly freed himself from his trousers. Padmé could only sit and watch as he hiked up her dress and rip her panties off before throwing her thighs over his shoulders. A loud scream left her lips as he thrusted into her roughly while his hand shot out to her clamp down on her neck. "Who do you belong to?" He questioned in a low possessive growl.

'Where. Have. You. Been?'

A voice and image appeared into her thoughts, a golden imperial pin. What? What is that? A sharp thrust broke her thoughts as his grip tightened to unbearable pressure. Even if she wanted him to stop -she couldn't- her vocal cords were no longer able to communicate. I-Is he going to kill me? She questioned as her body reacted naturally to his powerful thrusts sending her into complete oblivion. Padmé's vision failed as her toes never curled only her legs fell- limp before she knew it, her vision remained in the darkness.

With one last powerful thrust, Vader spilled himself into her as his hand loosened on her throat. A loud moan left his lips he went to attack her lips. However he froze getting no response from the woman beneath him. Frantic, he pulled himself out and off of her and real panic pulsed through his mind staring down at the unconscious woman splayed out on the bed. "Fuck!" Vader cursed immediately checking her pulse. It was faint but it was still there… she was alive. He must have been pressing down on her carotid artery for too long. The young Sith Lord's mind raced as memories flashed through his mind.

'Please! I swear!" Ezmé cried, naked, curled into a small ball on the cement floor.

'Go!' Sidious demanded shoving Vader into the cell, 'Finish her and take what you want- there is no need for courting, waiting, take what you desire.'

'PLEASE!' The woman screeched, 'Don't do this Ani! Please!'

Vader snapped back to reality, his eyes darting towards his angel… the woman that was completely his. She had said something so similar to him that night at the gala. The Sith Lord tumbled, his back hitting a pillar, what have I done?! He howled as his eyes stared down to his hands. I-I- hurt her again when I promised I wouldn't. I'm no better than Sidious- she'd be disgusted if she knew. How could he tell her that he had owned woman? How he had done horrible things to them. Even if it was under Palpatine's demand- he still raped those women even Ezmé. Vader had thought with Padmé he would act differently, why was he doing this to someone he wanted to protect? He wanted to blame it on their bond, how he was able to coax her mind easily into wanting him- perhaps the power of that ability seduced him.

He needed to make her stop thinking and forget what her aggravating intelligence had revealed. He should have never said who he had kissed with how things… ended. Vader slowly moved towards the woman still unconscious on the bed as his hand touched her forehead- reaching into her thoughts and memories with pure ease. It was almost arousing to him how effortlessly it was to read, every memory was on display, like watching a reel of visions. Smoothly, Vader removed the memory from after she found him asleep. Storing the original memory before constructing a new one of them falling asleep peacefully together. After his work was completed, his hand slowly pulled away. Walking into the fresher, he quickly grabbed a washcloth, wetting it, before wiping the evidence off her body of what he'd done. He cursed at himself, this is so fucking wrong, he growled before burying the rag in the closest waste bin. Staring over her quickly, he knew she would feel the abdominal discomfort when she woke up, she was sensitive in that way. There was also no doubt that a deep bruise was sure to continue forming from his tight grip. With a deep breath he reached out through the Force requiring its assistance to fix the mess he had created. Slowly the skin and her body healed, returning her to her previous state.

He felt vile concealing his mistakes. He kept making so many; never had he ever really allowed someone into his life. She wanted to see him as normal yet he was anything but. Vader didn't know how to handle her at times, this being one of those times. He had allowed the man within him to be shown as a lure and it almost made the beast in him angry that she seemed to prefer the boy with the blue eyes. Anakin Skywalker is dead.

Vader stared at the woman's limp body, she wouldn't be waking up for at least another hour. The Sith Lord bit his lip struggling to control himself, just looking at her he could feel his need for her building. Why did this woman make him this way? He might be twisted but never had he thought of doing anything to a woman when they were out-cold! He shook his head of the thought before taking a seat on the bed pulling her into his lap. Slowly he caressed her head in his arms. He couldn't stop himself from burying his face into her hair, inhaling her intoxicating scent. She's so beautiful, he thought to himself as a soft moan left his lips. Every part of her was his. He would never let her go. Sidious would not take her from him.

His eyes locked onto her angelic face as he pulled away from her hair. Control yourself, his internal thoughts urged him. But it was a rarity to have her like this with him- completely under his control. She was so harmless, intelligent, and headstrong even after he had bound them together. He began to wonder if her subconscious would ever stop arguing with him, the bond was still so fresh that it was straining sometimes whenever her thoughts wondered. Once again he allowed himself a moment of weakness as his lips pressed against her cheek before the sudden urge to taste her swept into his jut. His tongue traced across her cheekbone as his arousal brewed reaching below his waistband immediately. She tasted so good, perfect, and every part of her was his at the moment. He didn't even have to share her with her own mind as it remained hushed.

With his need hastening his actions, he quickly draped the woman onto the bed behind him before his hands raced to his waistband. He threw his head back to rest on her stomach as he allowed himself to find relief from his relentless thoughts of her. Moaning her name, he begged himself for release as he stroked himself into pleasure. He found his climax all too soon, releasing a sensual groan of her name. Vader sat there for a moment basking in his warped and perverted thoughts. His jaw was loose, eyes clamped shut as he extended his own high. Part of him knew how wrong his actions were but he couldn't contain them.

Once sufficiently collecting himself, Vader stared down at his robes and the mess he'd made. An annoyed groan left his lips knowing he'd have to change. Pulling himself off the bed, he made his way towards the closet- stripping off anything that reminded him of his actions before changing. He tugged at the collar of his robes, adjusting them before heading back to the bed where his angel was still unconscious. His eyes widened seeing the torn panties beside her body. Vader's hand ran through his hair, his eyes darting towards the dresser. Sifting through the various and quite risqué lingerie he found a pair extremely similar to the ones she had on. Licking his lips, he slowly pulled them onto her frame- covering up her most private region.

He stared down at her for a moment making sure everything was in place before gathering the torn material from the bed and burying it away along with the washcloth. Gathering her limp body into his arms, he made his way out of the house, back down the stone pathway towards the beach. It was just as he left it, his cloak nestled amongst the surprisingly soft and silky sand. Gently, he placed her onto his cloak before orienting her body for her leg to drape across his with her head on his chest. His eyes fluttered closed soaking in the sun, the cool breeze tamed his burning skin as he rested waiting for her to eventually wake up.

A/N: Yikes. Btw the story clarifications are at the end of the previous chapter...