THE FATE

CHAPTER 9

Fear took me over. We were outnumbered, out gunned, and in a neutral territory where rules of the First Order did not apply. 

I felt a slimey hand take possession of my wrists and threw my body to the ground in one fell swoop. The masked stranger dragged me by my wrists while the other members of their gang formed a circle around me. All I could feel was overwhelming pain in my wrists and my vision had almost left me as we were clouded by dust. 

"Look, this one is pretty, eh?" the masked stranger spoke out with a deep and inhumanly laugh.

 The stranger held up my arms above my head and I felt blood began to drip down my barren arms onto my face. I started to scan the masked strangers now gathered in a circle around me, looking for that familiar face. 

Then I saw him. He was pushed to the ground not too far from me, his arms were restrained and he was straining against the stranger who held him down. 

"Don't speak, don't move, their leader is coming" he called to me through the force. 

The masked stranger who was holding my wrists appeared to have some nobility amongst the group. He was equipped with more than just one blaster, and he had a singular beskar shoulder plate. 

The commotion and grunts of the gang now had become silent. I started to hear the crutching of sands and rocks as the footsteps got closer to me. The stranger began to bound my wrists and held my wrists down with his large foot. 

"Who is this?" the leader called out from behind me. I kept my eyes down, not daring to make contact with him. With the fear that he may know who I may be. 

The leader ripped my scarf from my neck and I let out a painful scream as the fabric burned my neck. I fell to the ground with my wrists still locked by my captor. The entire group laughed at me. The leader held up the scarf and examined it closely, and then proceeding to rip it. 

"Did you search him?" the leader called out to Kor's captor. 

"Yes, sir. All he had was about a days food and playing cards." the captor quickly responded. 

"Then their dwelling isn't far from here. Search the outer grounds for any evidence of a ship or their hut. Go. Now!" He shouted at a couple of the gang members and they scurried off. The leader began to circle me while I laid in the sand and rocks. 

"You are right, Gurg. This one would make me a lot of money," he leaned in and moved my hair that was shielding me from his sight. He took his gloved hand and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me to my knees. I groaned and writhed in pain, trying to hide any notion of who I was. "Oh, now look what you've done to yourself. I can't make any money if your face is hurt," he ungloved his arm and wiped the newly forming wound from my cheekbone and pressing hard into it. 

I couldn't hold it in anymore, I began screaming while he pushed his thumb in deeper into the wound on my cheek. The crowd began to laugh harder and I could see Kor trying to break himself free. 

The leader turned to Kor, "We aren't done with her, this is just the beginning." Another round of laughs left the mouths of the gang members. 

I looked up at the masked leader, trying to analyze any detail of him. Trying to find something to recognize him to tell Kylo. The leader finally let go of his grip of my hair and I slammed into the ground again. I looked across the crowd, trying to think of something to stop this. I didn't know what to do. Its like I just froze in place. I had been protected by the First Order for so long, I didn't think this could ever happen to me. 

I felt the air leave my lungs, I curled my body inwards. As I saw the leaders boot leave my stomach. I looked up and saw his boot lock and load to send another blow to my body, this time I was ready. I locked myself but yet the force of my body was penetrable by his boot and I rolled over on my back after the blow.  My face began to flood with tears and blood. I could hear Kor yelling in the background but I wasn't able to focus on what he was saying to me. I was grasping for air.