Love Across The Stars (Aayla Secura x Male Reader)

Unwelcome Visit

(Y/N) POV:

You don't know how long it's been. The last thing you vividly remembered, was the visors on the clones helmets as they beat you. Day in. Day out. Every five hours. Like clock work.Your cell was darkness, you couldn't see your own hand, didn't know where it was, until it touched your face. The warm sensation cleansing the cold of the room.

You weren't allowed the privilege of light, your food was crammed onto a tray then fed crudely through the slot in the door. You were in an isolation chamber, you tested four by five feet. No bed, and a small toilet that may as well be a hole in the ground.

Your eyes were always heavy, your body always numb and your skin was cold, your mind deteriorates, like a sharp knife dragged along a brick.

You found you could only hold certain thoughts, for mere moments before your subconscious found something else. You now sat in the middle of the chamber, you think. Your thoughts continuously dragged you deeper into your past and all you had done. Good and bad, though let's be honest...after joining the death watch...it was very rarely good.

You wore an uncomfortable orange jumper With bold 'G.R.P 115' in bold black and white shoes. Your hair now matted to your scalp, A horrible bold black tatoo on your neck '115'... and your smell, you were not granted that liberty either.

You had scratched your stubble, as you did often, since days slipped into one another, it was your only track of time. Confined in this space, all you could do was sleep, take a beating or eat what was left of the food on the floor as the clones would often push the tray too harshly and it would waste the food.

They did take a joy in watching you suffer. You had barley opened your mouth never speaking. Only pained groaning. You'd often look into the black abyss.  your eyes seemingly glazing over, leaving you in a dazed state for most of your day. Your mind left Blank.

You sat thinking about...

... you can't remember, but the thought was there...?

...or was it...?

....you don't know...?

...your going crazy...?

....or are you?

Apart from those, your mind resembled...something of a flowing ocean...Calm...Vast...Empty, nothing but the soothing waves of the waters. There was nothing for you TO think about so why bother.

The door washed side ways behind you. Breaking you from your deadpan stare of the wall, conjuring a storm on your ocean as you prepared for what was to come...and you knew what was to come.

 You didn't spin your head around. The rough beating lasted an hour. Their relentless onslaught batons clubbing your already bruised frame, your body weakened by...all of this. They said horrible things too, not that that was the worst...far from it. Their belittling and humiliation of you was not as bad as the steel rods threatening to break a bone at any time.

The door closed after an hour. You were left crumpled on the floor, coated in darkness. You wanted to cry.  Your body surely could not take much more...The pain while not the worst you've experienced...it certainly was not easy...but you could not cry...not anymore.

Shmi POV:

These past few weeks have been amazing...well mostly, I'm so lucky. Not only do I have my boy, a famous Jedi knight and General of a battalion, but I learned he is married to a senator. Padme is such a lovely girl, she's the right fit for my little Ani, she even offered to let me stay with her. Ani has been busy lately, but that gives me more time to speak with my daughter in law.