Enslaved - Part 2

-Warning: Abuse, violence, gore, death -

She did not see D'Sarr for a while, he left her gifts through his servants and messages that he had been trying to get in contact with the official department to remove her collar. One day became two, then three… then a week. Zaiya was growing impatient, she had not been permitted to go further than that room, even outside was too bright for her sensitive eyes… eye. While the right was improving, the left was still completely dark. She was going mad after far too long of being kept in this room, being watched the whole time, she was determined to somehow make an escape. She had to wait until one of the servants was not watching. Strangely, all of them were women. Not only that, but she had seen more than one servant arriving in the ward with various injuries. Alarm bells were going off in her head by now and she was sure that as pretty as the gardens and what little she had seen of the immaculate and luxurious house… things were not as pretty as they seemed.

It was after the tenth day when she was more or less healed as much as she could have been. It was strange, surely her magic would have healed her faster than this? For some reason she had such difficulty reaching the power within, as though there were some sort of barrier that stopped her from reaching the wellspring of magick. How was this possible?

Ketlana returned that day, she had a meal for her and something else in her hand, though Zaiya did not pay attention to it for now.

"Ketlana… listen, where is D'Sarr? I have been here too long and I need to get this collar off, I need to go I can't stay here, paperwork or no." Zaiya growled, her ire having grown.

"N-No! You can't…!" She gasped, holding up her pink hands in defense, "please… my Master is in a meeting, right now… he sent you something, here." She thrust the object she held into Zaiya's hand. It was a mirror. Curiosity got the better of her, and she looked into it. Her face was marked, she could see red under the bandage, She sucked in a breath, lifting the patch to see the extent of the damage.

Across the bridge of her nose over her ruined eye was deep red scarring, a dark hole where her eyes used to be. It was horrific, her left eye was completely gone.

"Ma'tri wakatanka…" She whispered with intense horror.

"You poor thing…" Katlana spoke gently and reached out a hand. "Master D'Sarr will help you." Zaiya looked up, finally able to see her properly, able to pick up the subtleties of her expression, more specifically, the fear in her wide eyes. There was something deeply wrong here.

"No, I don't think he will, Katlana, and I am leaving." She frowned, moving to step past the twi'lek.

"You can't go!" Katlana desperately grabbed hold of Zaiya's arm. The Nightsister yanked her arm back with an angry hiss.

"You do not touch me!" She pulled away from the Twi'lek, who now seemed frightened to touch her again. Good. Zaiya stormed to the door and pushed it open, finding it unlocked. Outside was another servant she had seen before, but this time she ignored them and kept walking. Katlana kept trailing her, voice becoming more shrill and irritating. Zaiya was quickly losing patience as she searched for the exit to this ridiculous house. She moved down the hallways, her goal to make it outside and find a ship to get her off this planet and return home. Mother Talzin would know how to heal her properly.

The hallways were long, leading to various rooms, though anyone she encountered would just shy away or run when they saw her coming. She found herself in a large room, windows on either side and a large door that appeared to lead outside. She moved to it immediately, until a familiar, heavily accented voice stopped her in her tracks.

"My dear, you aren't planning on leaving so soon, are you?" She turned, she remembered the sound of D'Sarr's voice, and was about to speak, her mouth opened but when she laid eyes on him, her voice caught in her throat. She could see him clearly now. The fur, big ears, fangs and shining eyes fixed on her.

"Zygerrian." She snarled, her remaining eye blazing in anger. Fool! She should have known that his offer had sounded too good to be true! It was all a lie. Though she didn't know how she had gotten here, she knew she had to go. She tried to summon the magics, the powers within that had gotten her through many encounters so far. It was hard to reach them, but the glow began in her hands as she faced the Slaver. He seemed only mildly concerned, and tutted as he raised a hand. In it was a little black device that he pointed at her, a second later she was hit with a wall of pain. She let out a cry, knees buckling as she was utterly immobilised. This was not pain she had felt before, it was different to the lightning Sidious had used on her, this was a dull pain that made her muscles cramp up, forcing her to bend and curl up. She could not let him do this to her! She tried to force herself back up again, to look up at him and move forward, but the more she struggled, the more pain she was in. Then she heard him laughing.

"Yes! That's it! Oh I love it when they fight at first, all the more satisfying when they break…!" He grinned, and she could see the flash of his fangs. "Oh you make such a beautiful face when you're angry!" He drew closer, though not too close. "Look at you, white is so becoming on you, white hair, white skin and dressed in white, aren't you such an angel?" He chuckled, looking her over with a hunger in his eyes that she did not like the look of. The pain lessened and she took a moment to catch her breath. She had to get that remote. She had to trick him into putting it down, or looking away, to give herself the best chance to grab it. She could not afford to stay here any longer, she was a Nightsister of Dathomir! A proud witch of dark magick and apprenticed to a mighty Zabrak Warrior and Sith! She must not give in to this pathetic worm!

She tried to make a move for the remote then, her anger getting the better of her, but it only resulted in more pain. Teeth clenched and the Nightsister tried to remain silent, to not allow any sound out… but she was only able to hold back for so long. The cry of pain escaped her and the Zygerrian let out a breathless laugh in response.

"That's it… you know it's inevitable, don't you? Oh sweet Angel, you will learn soon enough that you are my pet now. There is no escape for you here. The sooner you give in, the sooner you will feel such happiness." He grinned and she thought she might be sick. She looked up at him with a glare and he licked his lips. "Mmm you are delicious when so furious…" The look of disgust that crossed her features just made him laugh harder. "Oh you are a delightful one! I will enjoy training you."

"Papa?" Came a small voice from behind the Zygerrian. Zaiya's gaze shot to the source, seeing a small child standing there. Another Zygerrian. The Nightsister was alarmed. What was this?! D'Sarr turned, and was completely unfazed.

"Ah, there you are, Alteri, come, I was just breaking in a new slave." He chuckled, as though the torture of another being was the most normal thing in the world. The boy padded forward curiously, tilting his head at the white haired Zabrak on her knees.

"Did you do that?" He asked, pointing at the side of her face that was scarred and ravaged.

"No, she came to us like that unfortunately, such a shame, she has such a pretty face, doesn't she?" D'Sarr asked, chuckling at the glare she levelled at him. She was trying to catch her breath so did not yet respond.

"I think she's ugly." The boy sneered.

"I think you're ugly." Zaiya snapped back, tired of being spoken about like she wasn't fucking there! The pain took her again and she let out a strangled grunt, then it faded. D'Sarr tutted disapprovingly.

"That's no way to talk to your master."

"I have only one master, and it is not you." She hissed with the most venom she could conjure into her voice. He just laughed.

"Not anymore, my angel. You belong to me now." She scowled and the boy laughed this time.

"I don't think she likes that name." He said with a grin.

"She will have to… I think that is what we should call her. She will look ever so fetching in white." He leered at her and Zaiya felt something heavy drop into her stomach. She felt fear crawl through her body, mixing with the rage and indignation she was possessed with. This couldn't happen! She had only just found her friend again, was this the universe punishing her for her part in the death of the Jedi? Or had Sidious orchestrated this too? She could barely hear anything as D'Sarr called for guards to drag her away, they had clamps that connected to her collar so that they didn't have to touch her. Wise, considering the moment they drew near she became like a feral beast trying to attack and destroy everything near her. She wanted to gouge out their eyes, cut out their tongues and destroy even the memory of these foul monsters. She would find a way out of this, no matter what they said, no matter what they did to her, no matter the lies they spewed, she would have her revenge for this…


In the coming days, she rebelled and raged against the cell-like room they kept her in. But D'Sarr was clever, he withheld food and water from her, leaving her in there with barely enough room to pace, let alone keep her skills and body strong. She had to have a plan, she could not let herself become so weak and untrained. Though there was little choice in it when she had no sustenance to keep her going.

She tried to meditate, to delve into the force, into her Magicks, yet there was a barrier stopping her. Was it because she was so weak? But even then, she could not feel any connection, she had never felt this before, no matter how roughed up she'd gotten or how weak she had been in the past. It had to be the collar. How could it cut off her connection to the Force?! Master had told her it was everywhere, and in everything. Without her power, she felt like she was missing a part of herself. It felt similar to when she had lost her friend, the day he was taken and that hollow feeling that had resided in her ever since. The only time she had felt whole were those brief moments before Sidious had found them, when he had regained his memories and spoken her name so sweetly. Then Sidious had appeared and taken him away from her yet again. It was the only thing keeping her going, knowing that her master was still out there, that he remembered her… she only hoped that he had listened to her when she had asked him to keep his promise, to make sure he just survived.

He had to… she would get out of here… somehow… and find her way out, find her way back to him and kill everyone who opposed them! The rage that filled her was unleashed anytime anyone came to the cell, she was a wild beast, lost to rage, no more than an animal. And everytime she was shocked with the collar, the pain was unbearable and had her writhing and screaming, though it seemed her body had started growing used to it.

It took a few weeks before she no longer had the strength to fight, realising that she was not going to get anywhere like this. She needed to calm down, to play the long game. There was nothing she could do from this room. She was exhausted and famished, having barely enough food to keep her going.

Her dreams were unsettling- disjointed and more like nightmares. She saw darkness, shadows, a training room, she could feel the rage and flashes of red and black, it took her the first few days to realise she was seeing his memories, or into his mind at least. She saw him speaking to Sidious... it seemed things between the master and apprentice were relatively normal… It was something. At least he was alright… if these visions were to be trusted of course.

It wasn't fully clear however, she could feel emotions, see flashes of things… he seemed angrier than ever, the rage within him was so palpable that when she awoke she could taste it… it tasted like blood.

Zaiya was determined to break free, and she tried multiple ways to get out of the cell, trying to disarm the servants and guards that approached, first by force, then by charm and her voice. The song of enchantment had almost worked, but at the last minute was thwarted and she had been punished severely, her vocal cords strained from screaming that she was coughing up blood by the end. The Deaf Twi'lek Ieya was then sent to deliver food.

Still, the dreams would torment her. Once she was so weak it became that she saw them in her waking hours. At least, she thought she was awake, guards posted outside ensured she was not able to sleep, punishing her if she did. She had training for this… but D'Sarr had many training staff… or more accurately torturers. The white haired Sister leaned against the cold metal walls and stared into the middle distance, her good eye dazed and heavy-lidded, the other stung in the cool air, the skin doing it's best to heal. On some occasions she swore she heard her master's voice, but after about the ninth time, she dared not hope, knowing it was the visions or just her mind playing tricks. She saw glimpses of his red and black skin, his hate-filled yellow eyes and a snarl that looked like he would tear the throat out of anyone that faced him. He was terrifying, and yet even this was some comfort. Knowing he was alive.

There was another vision, of her master, effortlessly moving through metal halls, an aura around him that was utterly undefinable. Then he was in a room, speaking to a dug… and a pale Twi'lek. Zaiya audibly growled when she witnessed the Twi'lek lay hands on her master. His head turned, as though he had heard it, and her anger faded to shock in an instant. Had he heard it? The vision blurred and there were flashes of red and the whoosh of a saber before it faded again.

The next vision was some time later, more death, more rage. Another of him standing on cliffs at sunset.

Master… she called out in her mind, he turned… but spoke to a hologram disc in his hand… his own master. They spoke, and the hologram disappeared. He turned then, toward the bike he had waiting for him, the one just in front of her vision… but he froze, his eyes wide, he seemed to be looking at her.

Master… She felt her hearts ache to see him. He was so beautiful and yet she could not reach him.

"Zaiya…?" He gasped, her hearts almost stopped.

Master?! But then he blinked, and looked around, confusion flashed over his face before he snarled viciously and took to the bike swiftly. He had seen her… or heard her… just for a moment, she was sure of it!

The visions changed again, and she witnessed his prowess, the merciless way he stormed through so many guards, a glimpse of the insignia told her they were black sun. She felt something akin to giddiness to see his face when some poor fool held a blaster to it, point blank. She almost laughed aloud to see the utter boredom in his expression, the idiot dropping to the floor dead in seconds.

The guards interrupted, apparently she had been sleeping and they shocked her awake, but when the pain cleared, the vision returned, clearer now. There was chaos, a blur of fighting and flashes of red glow from the saber. The sith was so fast, but even his prey got lucky, slashing at his back. Zaiya visibly sat forward, raging at the sight, almost as though it were happening in the room- the creature was sent flying and she wasn't sure if it was her master… or herself that had done it. It had to be her master, she could not even reach her power as she was here.

More flashes of red and black and she could see his tattered robes torn from his torso… by the Winged Goddess… even through clouded visions, he was exquisite. She never dared think it while she was near him… but he was so beautiful. So dangerous.

She saw something strange then… she felt it as kin, and yet not. A Nightsister. But not one she recognised. She felt the sudden lurch in her master as he saw the foreign sister. A sudden gasp of… shock? Hope? But it was dashed at once, replaced by boiling rage.

"Do you know what I am?" The sister asked. Of course he did.

"A Nightsister… A witch from Dathomir, skilled in the use of the dark side of the force." He snarled, she could feel his anger growing. "You understand so little."

"Do I? You have not faced my kind before." She sneered back in defiance, and Zaiya felt a growl bubble up in her chest.

"No, you have never faced my kind before." He retorted in a hiss, "You pale in comparison to what I have seen." The latter part was quiet, almost to himself. Was… was he talking about her? Zaiya wondered.

The sister summoned a blade and Zaiya felt her master grow even angrier. Like he was offended at her very presence, the battle was intense, yet blurred for Zaiya, even though she yearned to see more. When the sister in her vision used lightning against him, she audibly gasped. This was a power Zaiya had not yet learned! Her fingernails dug into her palms, creating crescent moon shaped wells that began to ooze blood as she was forced to see her beloved friend in pain. She wanted to take it from him, to destroy the traitorous Sister for her crimes. But it seemed this sister was nothing compared to Sidious, and the Zabrak stood against her, and cut her down without mercy.

"Pathetic…" He hissed to himself as he watched the bifurcated witch drop from the platform. "You are nothing like her." Zaiya's hearts leapt yet again, he didn't mean...? So Sidious had not stolen his memories again? Or twisted him into hating her? The next part of the vision blurred in and out, enough for her to see her master, dripping with water as he held a man beneath the surface, the emotions in the Zabrak raging like a storm.

Then the vision faded, and Zaiya was left feeling alone, cold and hollow once more.


The torture continued, but the visions were some solace, despite the violence and rage in them. It only mirrored her own thoughts and feelings. D'Sarr had no sway on her mind when she could delve into the dreams and be assured her true master was alright. Still, she had to play along, to make him think he was winning so she could get out.

There were other dreams, something about Neimoidians… More Trade Federation? Just how their journey to find the Padawan had started. What was Sidious asking of him now? She heard hushed whispers and quiet words, the hooded monster wanted to find someone, she didn't understand it. Just when she thought it was becoming clearer, it would fade again and become so disjointed. His emotions were so wild behind a permanent scowl, the darkness within him so deep.

He was being sent away again, there was a sense of urgency and excitement within him.

"At last we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi…" He all but purred, it was the only time she had felt more than rage from him in these visions. "At last we will have revenge." She felt a shiver at those words, then the vision faded again, and she could see him in his ship.

Master… she tried, but he was focused, determined. She could feel his anticipation, but there was something in her hearts that worried her. Something felt off… There were more flashes, she saw space, then a planet, sand- then a desert in the moonlight. She wasn't sure what was happening. When the vision cleared slightly, she could see him, sitting in the ship, head down and hands together, hood over his head. Waiting.

Master. She spoke without words, willing something to force her words through. He stilled, she felt it. Master. She called again, this time he shifted. He looked up. And into her eyes. Yellow and bloodshot eyes widened as she felt him look at her.

"How…?" He gasped. "Zaiya? You… you died…"

I'm not dead, Master… I managed to find myself- she cut herself off, she shook her head, I am alright. I am working on finding my way to you. He let out a breath, sitting up and looking away for a moment, then back to make sure she wasn't gone. Remember what I said master… Please…

"Survive…" He nodded, she smiled, then his gaze focused on her more clearly, her broken, emaciated appearance, her wounded eye… the collar. "What. Happened." The rage in him bubbled up so fast she felt the heat from her cell across the galaxy.

I do what I must to survive Master… to keep my promise. He didn't need to know, if he knew where she was, Sidious might find her that way. He seemed to see this, to know it without her speaking, and nodded. Whichever one of them survived this, had to enact their revenge… and kill Sidious. She felt his gaze on her, there was an anger in him yet again, but not at her. She shifted, wincing in pain as she moved closer to him, he looked alarmed for a moment as she reached out, her hand outstretched to him. He moved to take it, then paused, and ripped off his glove, reaching out, now on his knees on the floor, level to her as their hands touched. She could feel it as though he were really there, her chest ached, and she let out a soft chuckle, his face relaxed from the near constant scowl, and he looked almost peaceful. Her fingers laced with hers, the black and red contrasting against the white of her skin.

"Do not give them anything." He warned, a hollow and haunted tone to his words. "Give them none of you. No joy, no pain, no sorrow. Give them nothing. Do you understand?" He spoke in a rush, that soft voice held a thousand unseen scars. He knew what this was like. Maybe not her location, but he had been where she was, albeit a different tormentor.

I understand. I have only one Master. His eyes widened again, she could see the question in them, his mouth moved, but the sound became warbled. She heard footsteps. With a soft gasp, she turned, her hand pulled away and she felt the pain in her chest as his presence was ripped away. Again.

The door opened, D'Sarr stood there with a twisted grin, seeing her in the corner on the floor.

"Are you ready, my Angel?" He purred with a gleam in his eyes.


It was hours later when she was dragged back to her cell, her mind awash with pain and rage and confusion. She was exhausted, and aching, blood already drying clung to her skin. By the time she crawled to the blanket on the floor that constituted a bed, she was already asleep and the rest of the night was dreamless.

The growing dread in her gut was becoming worse and worse. Visions invaded her mind all the time now, she was seeing rolling grass plains, strange-long eared creatures, a river, a waterfall, and a large city. She didn't recognise it. There was fighting going on, so many dead and dying…

There were flashes of light, a room full of pulsing power and the sparks of a saber duel. Blue and green sabers struck red. She could see a corridor, red light flashing -and barriers? The sabers flashing in her vision and she saw the Jedi… two of them, and her Master. Chills took her whole body.

They fought so viciously -then the Sith struck down the Knight, the scream of the Padawan's anguish echoed in her ears. The zabrak sith's victory was silent, but she could feel his excitement. He had done it. He had killed a Jedi Knight. Not a Padawan. A Knight. Now all that was left was the apprentice, whose pain was palpable. He had done this before. She tossed and turned as they struck at each other, gasping aloud as her master's saber was cut in half. She wanted to be there… to watch him take his victory. He was the most incredible warrior she had ever witnessed and even in the visions, he moved like a blur. She wished she could see it in person. Nothing she had tried had gotten her out of this place. She needed to be there.

Her master was impressive as always, she knew he could kill the remaining Jedi, he had killed the master, the apprentice would be no problem for a warrior of his calibre. Except for the dread that was screaming in her ears like a dull roar. The Jedi was defeated, hanging on the inside of a giant hole in the ground, some kind of vent or something… her master stared down at him with hateful eyes and a smirk on his face. He did not speak, but she could read his subtle expression.

You are dead, Jedi. I have won. I have bested you. I am the greater warrior.

He slashed at the rim of the opening, tormenting the Jedi with a sneer. Zaiya felt fear grip her heart. What was he doing?

Do not toy with him… please master, kill him and- there was a shift, for a moment, the zabrak looked up, toward her. Her eyes widened. Master! The Jedi took the moment and in a move that should not have worked, spun… and her Master was run through. Cut the same as his saber, clean through the middle.

Confusion crossed his face, a flinch of pain… and then he was falling. He looked up, yellow eyes meeting hers for a moment, a wave of power exploded from her form.

"MAUL!" She screamed, the sound echoing through the chamber… before all the visions faded and she felt nothing. Only darkness. Guards hammered at the door, opening it as pain ripped through her body. She didn't feel the collar's effects this time, and the scream of rage and agony that tore itself from her throat filled the room, a wave of oppressing darkness shot through the manor.

Windows shattered.

Lights flickered.

Electricity crackled.

Then there was nothing. A silent void that took over everything for a moment. The Nightsister was left sitting in the 'bed' and leaning on the cold wall. Her gaze was blank and hollow. No tears. No sorrow. There was nothing.

Give them nothing. He had said. And she would not. She would give them nothing of her, for she had nothing left to give.


Notes:

Oh hello canon events. There you are.