As the Emperor continued, Vader thought over what had been said. He knew his Master's statement was true, if he had actually tried; he could have broken through the Senator's first walls by now. It would take time, however, to reach graver details like those of the Rebel Alliance. They would be hidden deep within her mind, past many mental walls and barriers. His Master knew that and Vader loathed what Sidious was implying. The fact that he would have to spend time with the Senator, recognize her existence. He would have to enter her mind on a daily bases. It would mean that he could no longer ignore her.
"…That is why, " Palpatine continued, ignoring Vader's silence, and obvious ignorance of the conversation. "I am ordering you to stay within your home until you find me some useful information. Then and only then will I allow you to continue with your other duties within the Empire. Do not disappoint me."
And with that, the image of his Master disappeared and everything in the room exploded as a result of Vader's temper.
Darth Sidious was a fool. A corrupt politician. A power hungry hound. An old man that couldn't see past the tip of his own nose. The man didn't understand the importance of military perfection. The rebel spies somehow managed to penetrate one of the Empire's most secured bases, but that didn't bother Palpatine. However, that fact didn't sit well within Vader. It absolutely outraged him. He would not tolerate anything less than perfection within his military ranks. After receiving the news of the spies, he quickly figured out how the spies had managed to entered the base and killed all involved. Needless to say, the base needed a large number reinforcements once he was done with it; but to Vader, they were all necessary losses. He had maintained order within the military system, within the Empire, and this was how he was thanked? This is what he had to deal with? A ridiculous Senator?
Soon. Vader thought angrily. Soon I will bring him to his end as well. He is nothing compared to me. Soon I will no longer be his slave. Soon he will be gone, and the galaxy will be mine. That fool will never foresee what is in his future.
Vader shook his head, casting away his thoughts; knowing they would not do him any good. Until the time came that he could rid himself of both the Senator and his Master, he had a mission to complete. The Sith exited his office and made his way towards the main hanger bay. He barked orders to soldiers as he passed them by; it would be sometime before he could return and he would not allow them to become sloppy in his absence. If they did, the consequences would be their lives. After Vader gave orders to his commanding officers, he quickly got on his way, disappearing into the night sky, knowing if he delayed his Master's plan any longer, there would be hell to pay.
Darth Vader's Establishments
"Help! Someone, please help me!" Padme screamed, hoping– praying someone would hear her. No one came.
Without warning, Padme was grabbed by the man's strong arms and slammed into the nearest wall. His arms restrained her against the cold metal surface and would not allow her to move an inch. The man pressed his mouth against her neck, kissing and biting her roughly. She squirmed underneath his grip, trying to break her hands free to stop him. One hand managed to slip from the man's grasp and delivered a hard punch to his gut. He growled in response. It had only stopped him for a few seconds, but Padme could tell it was not due to pain. He slapped her across the face and pinned her down roughly against the metal, making sure she could not break away again. He would make no mistakes this time. When he was pleased with his work, he returned to her neck; biting and sucking viciously. She let out a scream, a scream for anyone, for anything, but it was not heard. No one was there. No one could help her.
Annoyed with her behavior, the man's hand quickly clamped over her mouth to silence her screams. His body pressed against her harder to accommodate for his loss of a hand that was now on her mouth.
The tears started to stream down Padme's face as his lips smashed against hers. It tasted of alcohol, sweat, and tears. There was no love in his kiss, only greed. There was no lust, only personal desire. She tasted it. She could feel it. She could even smell it. Everything smelled like him, the true monster. He did not love her. He just wanted what she had. He wanted her body. He wanted her virginity. She was nothing but a toy to him, a challenge, a night of fun, something that could give him pleasure.
It did seem possible, but his body pressed harder against hers and due to his weight, Padme could no longer breath. She felt his hips buckling against her own and his manhood pressing against her stomach. Ready for relief, he used his knee to separate her legs and his hands grabbed onto the black fabric of her dress. Padme closed her eyes as she heard the tear of the fabric. He pulled the shredded dress completely off and Padme felt the cold air hit her skin. She was nearly naked. She was exposed to him. She squeeze her eyes shut tighter not wanting to see what was about to happen to her, the pain, the humiliation, the thing she would have to live with for the rest of her life. She knew it didn't matter. It didn't matter if she couldn't see it because she knew she would feel it. This was not the way she had planned to lose her virginity. This was not the way she wanted her first time to be. Everything was wrong.
She felt his hands move ravenously over her body, touching the fabric that hide her breasts, one of the remaining parts of her body that was not exposed. He grabbed onto her breasts and squeezed tightly. Padme let out a loud cry, feeling the pain explode through her body. It hurt. There was nothing good about what she felt. She wanted it all to stop; she wanted it to never happen again.
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