Giedi Prime, 10192
TW: SA!!!!!!
Leonara sat on her bed, gazing at the wall, unthinking. The day full of training had been tiring, and she had shed her armor for a robe, situated on her bed. It was already dark out, the black sun having retired under the horizon. There was a strange piece in the bedroom.
The door creaked open, causing Leonara to flinch.
She jumped up, alert, seeing Piter De Vries, his blue eyes narrowing at her raised fists. Slowly, she lowered them, but not the whole way.
"What are you here for?" She asked cautiously. He didn't have business in her quarters, they barely conversed normally.
"I wanted to check up on you," he replied, his tone deceptively casual. Leonara watched him carefully, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach.
"I'm great," she stated curtly, expecting him to leave.
But instead of departing, Piter remained where he was, his blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. His bright blue eyes looked so much like her own, like the fremen's but so different at the same time. They were dark, and an emotion swirled in those depths that made her take a step back.
"You can leave now," she urged, her voice tinged with impatience. A smirk played at the corners of Piter's lips as he cocked his head, his gaze unwavering.
"No, I don't think I will," he said, his tone dripping with smugness. Leonara's heart raced as he began to advance towards her, each step sending a jolt of fear coursing through her veins.
She backed away, her back soon meeting the unyielding surface of the wall behind her. She felt Piter's cold, clammy hands against her skin, his touch sending a wave of revulsion washing over her.
She recoiled, her spine pressing firmly against the unyielding wall as Piter's cold, clammy hands made contact with her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. With a surge of repulsion, she pushed against his touch, her voice strained with urgency. "Stop," she pleaded, her words desperate as she attempted to create distance between them. He moved closer, his breath tickling her neck. She cringed away from it, trying to leave, to escape his intruding touch. She didn't want to hurt him, as he was the Baron's mentat. Violence would be the last resort, but it seemed like she would have to use it.
The Baron would not be happy if I hurt his precious mentat, though
"Please, get off me!" she cried out, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation. She flinched as his grip tightened, his proximity suffocating her with a sense of dread. But Piter remained undeterred, his voice a sinister whisper against her ear.
"Shhh, don't fight me," he murmured, his words dripping with malice. "The Baron would wish this." At the mention of her master, Leonara's movements to push him off stilled, a conflicted expression crossing her features as she grappled with the implications of his words.
His mouth curled into a smile, knowing he was pulling the right strings.
"That's right, the Baron wished for this to happen."
Leonara's resolve crumbled under the weight of Piter De Vries' menacing presence, her body tensing as she reluctantly yielded to his advances. A sense of shame washed over her, mingling with the fear and disgust that churned in the pit of her stomach. She felt powerless, trapped in a nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape.
As his cold hands roamed across her skin, she closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to endure the violation with a stoic facade. He roughly pushed her onto the bed. Every touch was a searing reminder of her vulnerability, of the cruel reality of her existence in the Baron's world of manipulation and control.
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