Lullaby | The Mandalorian

Chapter Three: A Sprinkle of Mandalorian Irritation

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Warning: Same warnings as last time.

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Annelise thought of jumping.

She peered over the window's edge, down towards the rocky ground below her bedroom window. They had locked the door. Locked her inside and Annelise moved away from the cool window – billowing into her room and pushing her curtains open, freezing her bones within her body as she went to the door and jiggled the handle once more, her heart pounding. Locked in – always locked in. Her face bruised, nothing more than a punching bag for her father...his employees. Concerning their drug transports and taking more and more territory. A greed beyond any other and Annelise yanked on the door more before slamming her palm against it.

"Let me out!" She shouted, because the window was desirable but, Maker she did not want to be dead, "Let me out! Father, please, I'm sorry!"

She slammed her hand over and over, pressing her forehead to the door and sliding down onto her knees.

"Please," She whispered, "Let me out. Don't keep me locked in here, let me out."

"Wake up."

Annelise started, eyes snapping open wide towards the ceiling above her head. She barely had time to process her heart was pounding and that the drugs in her body were still clinging like a massive heartache, clawing and chewing into her flesh. Her arms were grabbed, harshly as always seemed to be the case with the Mandalorian, and he pulled her into a sitting position. Annelise tugged the shirt down she had been sleeping in, yanking her arms free of him – and shoving at his armored chest, but he barely budged at the push and instead released her arms to shove her clothing into her arms.

"Get dressed," Was the order, and Annelise blinked away the sleep to look at him. He moved away – standing to full height and Annelise clamored to get out of the bed...stumbling over her own feet as she watched him begin to throw objects into the bags they had been carrying. She slipped into the refresher, dropping the clothes on the counter as she shoved her fingers into her hair and shut her eyes...ears ringing and panic bursting. Another day with this man. Another day inching closer to the home and her father – her barely known fiancé and the life she had attempted to bury. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, as she leaned against the sink and looked at herself in the mirror – dark circles under her eyes...her long hair askew. Her face crumbled in front of her reflection, frustrated tears pooling as she glanced at the tiny window above the shower, knowing her body would never slip through it. It was simply a ventilation passage but it was so frustrating to have a door between herself and the Mandalorian and not being able to go anywhere. To do anything, as her nails dug into the counter even harsher, her mouth as dry as cotton. She sniffled, pressing the back of her hand under her nose and over her mouth to silence a panicked sob –

A heavy hand slammed against the door.

"Hurry up."

It wasn't a shout. He did not seem to scream at her, just sounded so murderous, like a beast with a rough and rasped voice...Darker than anything she could imagine. He had become an object of her nightmares – another beast to fear and Annelise's body trembled in the midst of her panic attack – the feeling of being trapped. She looked up at the ceiling trying to blink away the tears as she removed her hand and wrung them together...Croaking weakly...

"One sec...I gotta...pee."

She heard him let out what seemed to be an annoyed sigh and move away. Annelise did in fact need to pee, which she did before yanking the shirt he had given her over her head and began to dress herself in her clothes from the day before. She rinsed out her mouth, and ran water over her teary and flushed face before finally exiting the refresher, only to find that the Mandalorian had not moved far – and instantly he took her wrist, weaving a bag up her arm and onto her shoulder like he had done the day before. Making her carry some of the stuff, despite the fact this was all his fault. His own greed – like her father. Like all the men in her life. Cold and calculating, only desiring power and credits. And he was just like all of them.