What I Lost (Qimir/ The Stranger)

Chapter 3

As the doors closed behind Irith, Qimir allowed himself to fantasize about what he could teach the Twi'lek, he saw the potential she had and it excited him. The fact that he could see over her facade, under that self-imposed mask she wore, made him see Irith's potential on the force. He didn't know how long he stared at the closed metal doors, the noise had stopped bothering him, silence had fallen, the moment he connected his brown eyes with her yellow ones. He moved away with awkward steps, when a waitress took a tray with drinks, she gave him a jealous look, because she knew who had left him in that state.
Irith... Just thinking about what he would do with her clouded his mind with pure stasis. How he would knead and mold her power, guiding her to the limit of her possibilities, so that the Twi'lek could exploit her full potential. His mouth watered every time he remembered that thick force, dense as tar, entangled in all the explosive emotions that this beautiful woman suppressed. He wanted to see her explode, he wanted to see her out of that submissive attitude she adopted to survive. I wanted to feel her rebellion in the flesh. I wanted her to be his Acolyte. He wanted to be her master. I wanted to see how the worlds burned under her violet hands. He wanted it all and just a little bit more.... He wanted her.
Suddenly, something caught his attention, he could see how Nam was talking to what seemed to be a messenger. He was pointing to the man who had sent him, who was in the crowd, and he saluted them by raising his glass. The minion who was still talking to the Hutt pulled out a galactic credit card, it looked like they were haggling, arguing over the price of something. When Nam gave his refusal, the young man looked at his boss looking for an answer, the latter only nodded agreeing to pay more money. In the end they must have reached an agreement that benefited the worm, because the young man could finally breathe easy and left the place, leaving the card to the owner of that planet. Nam, made some signs and a woman, a maid like the ones who attended Irith, approached the man and politely asked him to follow her. With a frown and a strange feeling Qimir watched them leave through the same door, through which the Twi'lek had left.

 Careful not to be noticed, he moved through the place with his backpack over his shoulder, passing through the dark areas using the hiding place provided by the leftovers to his advantage. He dodged men and women entangled in the frenzy of sex and slipped through to the door. He forced open the metal slats and stepped through into the immaculate white corridor. It seemed to lead to only one place, and with an accelerated pace he managed to reach his targets. He saw how the corridor ended in a door next to some stairs that went up, the maid guided the man through the stairs. He followed them both at a prudent distance, the higher they went up the lights dimmed, and went from a pure and aseptic white to the most vibrant red he had ever seen. The stairs ended in a hallway that incited lust and evil thoughts. He watched as the woman gave him access to one of the many doors in it. By force he climbed to the roof and waited for the maid to leave the place, he did not go down until he lost sight of her down the stairs. With dissimulation he studied the place, seeing that no one else would approach, he took off the smuggler's clothes he was wearing and dressed in his suit. His arms were left free for greater comfort, although he didn't think he would be able to fight. He tied the tunic that covered him, and then tightened the forearm guard. He hung his lightsaber on his belt and finally put on his inhibition helmet. The one that hid his essence from anyone who used force.

He found the man sitting in a luxurious box, there was an armchair lined with velvet and next to it a table full of bottles with alcoholic beverages and other recreational substances. Behind the man, the box overlooked some thermal baths, he could feel the heat of the room, and how the mist danced concentrated in the air. From there he could see the room perfectly, it was built to the millimeter to be able to see any corner of the room. He watched as the maids began to undress Irith, as he slowly approached the man. Stealthy as a cat he climbed onto her back and with a quick and silent movement snapped her neck. He looked back inside. Irith was being soaped with soft cloths and sponges, wiping away all traces of the paint that decorated her body. He stood upright as those yellow eyes made contact with his own, fearing discovery he took a couple of steps backwards, stepping into the shadows with his hand near his saber. But there was something strange, it was as if he was looking at nothing, as if he could not really see him. Calmer, he strolled along the balcony and looked at the other empty ones that were in the place. Something boiled inside him as he realized what those balconies were used for. That someone with the power of the Twi'lek would be abused in such a way infuriated him.