Forbidden: An Anakin Skywalker X Reader story

~𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟼: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚎~

TW: Violence

Present day  (BACK TO END OF CHAPTER 4)

Grievous, firmly squeezes my chin, with his mechanical hand, as an Immoral smirk spreads across his face. He turns away from me as he begins violently coughing, causing him to loosen the grip he has on my face. 

'Let's begin, shall we?' he splutters, his coughing still brutal, as he strides over to the control panel. I'm managing to compose myself, until he says something, which causes all of the memories, from Kashykkk to come flooding back.

'Is this like Deja-Vu, Y/N?' He questions, smugly. He sees my face drop at his words, causing his grin to grow even wider.'Oh yes, I have done some background reading on you' he says, coldly. 'You will die, the same way your precious Master did.' 

I frown at him, my eyes flicker with rage, at the mention of Shaak-Ti. I begin to struggle against my restraints, eager to wipe the smirk off of his face.

'Did that strike a nerve, youngling?' 

'Untie me from these restraints and you'll find out' I growl at him, as he finds my response amusing. He hovers his hand over the button, that will send multiple shockwaves throughout my body. I try to keep a hard expression, but my body twitches, as it remembers the agonising pain those shocks caused me, all those years ago.

Without warning, Grievous presses down on the button, causing me to cry out in pain, as electrical bolts surge through me. It's like reliving a nightmare, one that I never wanted to experience again. I exhale, as the first round of shocks finish, my body throbbing in pain.

'You will make a fantastic bargaining chip, youngling' He says, as he presses firmly down on the button again, causing me to cry even more, as my body shakes uncontrollably. Suddenly, the words of my former Master ring in my head, like a wake-up alarm.

'Be strong, just like I taught you' 

'I'm trying. I'm really trying, Master' My eyes well up with tears, as all I can think about is Shaak's lifeless body, while my screams echo through the walls. 

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My body is limp and fragile, after Grievous has been torturing me, mentally and physically, for the last hour, which feels more like 7 rotations. 

'I best stop. I don't want you dead...just yet' a sinister grin spreads across his face, as he marches over to me, his arms behind his back, then bringing them to his front, before tilting my head back with his hand, so that I'm facing him. My eyes fill with pain and vulnerability, as I stare back into his yellow ones.

  'You're strong-minded, Y/N, but it won't take much more to break you' his face nears mine, causing me to furrow my brows and spit at him, suddenly. His expression grows in irritation, as he wipes his face, attempting to get the spit out of his mechanics. 

'You're getting too cocky for my liking, Jedi' he begins to dig his robotic fingers into my skin, causing me to wince loudly, as they begin piercing into me. He grins again, watching in amusement, as he digs further into my body. Finally, he pulls his fingers out of my arm, causing me to exhale loudly, allowing myself to catch my breath.

'You are nothing but Jedi scum', he growls, as he begins making his way to the exit of the room, before he spins back round to face me. 'Don't worry, i'll be back young one. I haven't finished with you, just yet' 

He leaves the room, leaving me and 6 Separatist droids alone. He was very stern on his orders to them that I am to stay in this room. 

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