J.C. An unlikely love story (Thrawnxf!reader)

Vita carnis

You're tired.

You can't really sleep in this condition, you wake up at every noise, stress spiking up like daggers through your flesh.

Are they coming for you? Is it your last day on earth?

You're tired after crying so much that you don't have tears anymore, puffy dry eyes and dry cheek skin. You sigh. You tried to get out of the leather contraptions but you only managed to burn your skin.

But you think...

You managed to loosen them up.

You hold on to this crazy hope.

You gulp, your throat and mouth are dry, they don't bring you food down there , just water to ensure you don't die prematurely.

How long has it been? A week? More? Less? You can't say.

You occasionally hear whines and cries, apparently you're not alone in this dungeon. Some other people are here with you, you wonder if Thrawn is among them, chained up in a bed, hopeless against those sick bastards. And Vez? Is he still alive? Did he suffered? Your head spins with all of those questions. You want to sleep, you're too tired, but your body and mind won't let you.

You had time to think, that's all you could do, pieces of the puzzle coming together. Those pirates, they weren't just stealing slaves from the Empire for profit but on behalf of Nather, to replenish his cells. It explains why he tried to take the datacard from you and preyed on any information you could tell him about this hunt. You've been wondering, is the Rear Admiral Martilf also in on it? Does his atrocious management of the battle of the Zephyr a calculated move on his part or did he really just fucked that up that day?

Divi's smile floats in your mind like an ominous warning, her weird words become clearer now that you're here. It was nothing else but a screen of smoke, a lie. Her and Nather played you like a fool. You suppose everyone at the dinner is in on it, none of them was true to their words, just false praises to fool you, and it worked.

You hear a distant door bang and steps coming closer. You gulp. The steps are slow and heavy, clearly coming in your direction. You brace yourself, digging nails in your own palms.

Please go away! Please go away! Please go away! Please go away! Please go away!

You hear a crank at the door and it shuffles open.

It's your turn.

A fat sinister man enters the room without a word for you and goes towards a table with tools on it. You follow him in silence, with a deadly stare. He manipulates something that you don't see before turning back on you with a goblet of water, he comes towards you and grabs your chin. You resist but he forces your mouth open. He pours the water in, choking you at the same time.

- Don't die, we need you fresh, he simply says.

You cough your lungs out, it got down the wrong way. He grasps your remaining leg and jabs you with a needle.

- What's that? You demand with a shaken voice, but venom is unmistakably here.

- Anesthezing.

- For what?

- For the cut.

No...

No!

You writhe in a panic on the bed, pulling on the contraptions, to no avail. You agitate yourself so much the bed is almost knocked over. He slaps you across the face but you continue fighting. Not that ! Not that ! Please ! Maker, if you exist, have mercy !

He shoves a ball of fabric in your mouth, silencing you. You pull harder on the contraptions, trying to seize him and by some miracle they let you go. You throw your knee expertly in his head, pushing him back. He groans as he steps back, in pain. You roll and fall down the bed on your stomach and start crawling towards the door. Hurry!