[OBITUARY] A.S

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•.[STAR WARS].•
21 BBY
The Clone Wars
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"Grab her."

Odessa was woken harshly up from her agonising slumber by the clicking sound of her restraint's being opened, the relief from the cold and chilling metal leaving her wrist and ankles bare and still. It was there in her brief moment of tranquility that she all the pain slip away, her bruised mind and ripped memories allowing her to have control once again. It was there she saw Anakin, his comforting voice, so real and so genuine that she almost believed it wasn't a dream.

Brawny and strapping arms pulled her upwards, the motion being so quick it made her head sway further. Her body felt like dead weight, her eyes attempting to recognise her surroundings as she was dragged out into the halls. She tried to remember the walls, remember where she was, but it was useless, especially since the striking pain in her head and ribs was distracting her.

She had been trapped in that room for forever how long; and now she was being moved with such speed and urgency. She searched for that push of adrenaline or urge to look for a form escape, but it was hard, the tiredness and overall pain becoming overwhelming.  She thought for a few moments, allowing her feet to be dragged as she blinked through the intense light.

She hated the tightness of their grip, so ripped and vigorous that it was sure to leave a mark. Right now Odessa was a sore sight and she knew that without needing to see her reflection. She was beginning to loose the fight, the feeling and doubts of even getting home growing angrier as the hours passed.

Her hands twitched from either side of her whilst her head hung down to the group, watching painfully as the tiles of the floor skipped from one to another. She turned her head to the side, eyeing the belts of both of the men holding her, her head straightened further once she recognised that they had no weapons on them. How stupid.

She owed it to herself to give it a try, her breath hitching as she thought back to her years in combat training. Over the past years her trainer had switched to be none other than her husband, Anakin not liking the idea of another man moving her body and teaching her in such a price and intense way. Sure Anakin took it seriously, but the pair had grown a habit of getting distracted.

She groaned "Can you both pick up the speed?"

As they turned to look down and respond to her arguably weak frame, Odessa pushed on her dragging heels, pushing them into the floor as she pulled her body to a stop. The sudden action made her arms slip from their shoulders and their body's to move around as they went to grab her again. Odessa slipped from their grasp making the two guards of some sort bash into each other at a force. She didn't waste time looking back, quickly breaking out in a sprint as she looked for a way out. Odessa ran down the halls looking for any sort of door that she could get through but the walls were repetitive and endless, the hall feeling like it was a maze, going round and round in a circle.