Ignoring Padme's cries of pain, the black haired man continued. One of his hands stayed on her breast, as the other started to trail down her body towards her most sacred area. Padme held her breath, not sure what else to do. She hoped for a miracle.
She didn't get one.
His hand reached the spot between her legs and began to move back and forth roughly. Padme's cries of pain were drowned out by the man's loud moans of pleasure. His hand slipped under her bra and his rough fingers began to pinch and pull at her nipple, both actions made Padme's cries become louder and the man's moans to become deeper. Padme tried desperately to break free, but no matter how hard she tried, it only resulted in more pain.
The black haired man's body again, pressed harder against Padme, as she felt his hand move to his own pants. She felt the fabric disappearing from between them before hot hard flesh hit her belly. Next, she felt him tear away the only boundary left, leaving her completely bare. Padme couldn't do anything but shake her head. "Please." She begged, "No. No! No!"
"Please, don't! No! No! No!"
"Mistress Amidala!" 3PO yelled, shaking the woman that was crying hysterically in her bed. "Mistress Amidala!"
Padme's eyes snapped open and her body jolted upwards as she panted heavily.
3PO's metal hands immediately grasped her arms, trying to sooth her, "You're safe Mistress. It was only a dream."
Padme couldn't respond to the droid but managed to give him a slight nod of thanks and reassurance. She continued to pant for a few more minutes as she tried to chase the dream away from her mind and the ghost away from her body. She looked to the cloak that was still wrapped around her body and instantly questioned why her secret had stopped working. That was the first day in three months that Padme experienced her nightmare. The cloak had chased away her nightmares for months, why had it stopped now? What could have happened?
Then it hit her.
Padme lifted the cloak up to her nose, ready to breath in the sweet smell that was incased within each string. The sweet smell of her savior. The smell that reminded her even in her dreams that she was safe. The smell that chased away her fears and kept the darkness at bay. She breathed in deeply; needing his smell... but there was nothing. It was gone.
Watching Padme affectionately, 3PO wished there was a way he could help her. He hated to see her like this. It reminded him of many times in the past… but maybe the past was what he had to remember to help her.
"Mistress Amidala?" 3PO whispered, as if not to scare her. "Perhaps a cup of tea would help sooth you? I believe it is suppose to relieve anyone of nightmares."
Padme managed to nod. A cup of tea did sound wonderful. It made her think of her mother and how her mother always told her as a child that a warm beverage would chase bad dreams away.
As Padme watched the droid begin to shuffle away, a thought popped into her mind; one that she couldn't keep to herself. "Threepio?" She asked quietly.
The droid turned to face the senator before he gave her a polite nod. "Yes, Mistress?"
"How do you know so much about nightmares?"
"You are not the first person I have had to deal with that has had nightmares, Milady." 3PO replied kindly, before turning and exiting the room. 3PO's reply caught Padme off guard. She had expected him to say something about it being in his programming, not say that he had experience in the matter. Just the way he said it seemed… strange. "You are not the first person I have had to deal with that has had nightmares, Milady." The reply set off a million questions in Padme's mind. He has had to deal with other people that have had nightmares? But he said that I was the only guest he has ever had? Then how does he have experience with nightmares? Unless he meant… No. Darth Vader could never ever have nightmares…
Darth Vader.
Now there was a strange thought. The mention of the man within her thoughts made her mind race even more, pushing all other thoughts of what had happened earlier out of her mind. Three weeks had passed and Padme had yet to see him. She had not even seen the slightest glimpse of Vader since being locked in her room. That wasn't like him, was it? Every time she had asked 3PO where Vader was, he always replied about his Master being extremely busy and not being there. Was Vader ever there? It seemed not. Then what am I waiting for? Padme thought, I can't stay here. I need help. I can make it passed a droid. Without Vader here, it makes for an easy escape. If I run now, I can have the cover of night as my ally.
Padme made her decision. She couldn't afford to stay here any longer. Even if 3PO was kind, Vader still planned to kill her and if Vader was not going to watch of her, then that was his mistake. Padme jumped up from the bed and threw the cloak into her closet. She had to admit she had no idea what she was doing, but she was scared. She didn't know what to do, but escape seemed like the best possible option at the moment.
As she waited for 3PO to return, she stood next to the door at an angle the droid wouldn't see her when he entered. She knew she would have mere seconds to run out the door before it closed, but she had to try.
It seemed like hours before she heard 3PO return. The sound of footsteps paused at the door and she heard the familiar sound of the keys being pressed to unlock the door to her room. Moments later, the door slid open and 3PO shuffled in holding a cup of steaming tea, "Here we are! Nice hot cup of tea! I hope you find it to your liking, I added…"
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