𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 || 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗸𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

9-Slowly Tearing

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Anakin's POV
My ears rang while being engulfed with the light sound of drops dribbling down into a small puddle of maroon. My vision was blurred, with only the small sight of a deep scarlet covering the floor at my feet. I watched as each drop fell from my many wounds; distracting myself from the pain of the torturous inflictions, as well as the pain of my broken heart.

"Baby stop." I whispered weakly, my head hanging low with little to no energy to hold it up anymore.

I was gazing at the puddle near my feet; noticing a bare foot stepping into it, "Not yet," The woman I love, my torturer; placed her finger under my chin and lifted my head up for me so our eyes could meet, "Not until I'm satisfied." She brought up her other hand, and cupped my face in her palms. The mask on her face; hiding most of her features from me.

"Are you actually enjoying this?" I whispered as she used her bare thumb to wipe blood from my mouth.

She was quiet for a moment; her gaze scanning my features with a small amount of empathy in her eyes, "No," She admitted, "Every time I hurt you, I feel the pain as if it's my own."

"Then stop." I begged.

She slowly shook her head, "I can't, not until I no longer feel it. Not until I get rid of the weakness."

I sighed weakly; her palms being the only things holding my head up from falling, "Just know-" I whimpered as her amber gaze bore intently into mine; tears of pain falling from my eyes, "That I love you, even now; even while you're hurting me, I still love you (y/n)." I cried, and she immediately dropped my head down; removing her hold on me.

"I thought we've been through this," She sighed heavily, her foot leaving the puddle of my blood, and it marked her steps on the floor as she walked towards a dresser, "You don't love me, you never did." She placed the bloodied knife into the drawer, before closing it with her knee, "My fatal condition alone is a symbol of that."

"But (y/n) I-"

"No, no." She raised her hand and closed her fist; using the force to close my mouth before I could finish my defense with the truth. The truth that has been hidden from her for so long, "I'm done hearing your fabrications." She turned around, and grabbed ahold of another object that I couldn't see; her force hold on me was still in effect so I couldn't speak.

She faced me once more with a lightsaber in her hand, and her eyes locked with mine; she ignited it. The crimson light illuminated her sickening eyes, and reflected off of her black mask. She looked vicious, the complete opposite of the sweet woman I once held close to my heart.

But even as I'm hanging here in pain, covered in my own blood; I love her. I know my girl is in there somewhere; hiding, too afraid to come out and face everything that's happened. She truly believes that no one loves her, that I don't love her.. that I gave up on her, but I haven't.

My lost angel has fallen victim to Sidious's treacherous lies. I just wish I knew how to get her to listen to the truth.

"Do you remember that time I was taken aboard the malevolence," She began as she slowly walked towards me, a hint of mischief in her eyes, "And tortured by General Grievous?"