The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 55 - Force Ghost

*TW - Violence and attempted SA*

Y/N's POV:

"Well well well, look what we have here. When I spoke to the Queen she failed to mention how beautiful you are. The price she gave me was certainly a steal for such a fine creature." The Prince of Karazak muses, caressing the skin above my breasts with his slimy hands.

Even if I wasn't acting as a real slave, my wrists and ankles have been bound with shackles to the chair, and there is still that damned collar around my neck. I couldn't stop him.

"Tell me girl, what name does such a beautiful creature possess?" He tilts his head to look into my eyes, and all I see is lust in his reflection. He leans in close and I can smell his bad breath.

He's much older than me. In his late-40s. With remnants of thinning hair barely clinging to his scalp, and a large bald spot in the middle where the hair gave up already.

He's wearing expensive jewels and silks and his shirt is neatly tucked into his trousers, but his gut hangs over his belt in a way that looks painful.

"Hmmm?" He strokes my jaw, and I realize I hadn't answered when he asked what my name is. "Don't be shy, my pet."

I'm not your damned pet. "Y/N." I tell him, putting on a pleasant fake smile.

"Y/N" his tongue slithers off my name like a snake. "It's beautiful. Fitting for a beautiful girl."

I don't say anything which seems to anger him. He frowns. "Young lady, when a man compliments you, you say thank you. Haven't you any manners?"

"My apologies, Sir. Thank you."

"Much better." He smiles, looking satisfied. "And you shall call me Master from now on. Not sir."

He looks to one of his guards with a sly grin. "Take her to her new room and have the girls get her bathed and done up. I want her ready before sundown."

I gulp. I hope he doesn't mean what I think...

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In a giant claw tub, two servant girls bath me with sponges, not making any eye contact. They lather my hair with strongly scented floral shampoo and even shave my legs.

Once I'm out of the tub, I'm pushed towards a vanity where they apply a thick coat of makeup on me while doing my hair to give me a blow out. When I look at my reflection in the mirror, I hardly recognize myself. I look like a doll.

Which I guess to the Prince I sort of am.

I'm put in the tiniest amount of fabric, only covering my breasts and the space between my legs. And then heavy jewels are adorned all over my body like I'm a prize. The collar remains on my neck, but I'm no longer shackled at the wrists and ankles. I guess that wouldn't match with my look.

I'm then rushed by the servants back to my room. "Stay in here. His highness will be in to see you shortly." One of them instructs me before leaving.

Once they're gone, I survey the room. I wonder if this is where he takes all his slaves. It certainly isn't his own bedroom, as it isn't very grand and lavish for a royal and only really has a bed as furniture.

A guard walks in. "The Prince has a meeting to attend to. Official royal duties. He apologizes for his absence tonight." He informs me.

I didn't expect that. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You will stay in this room until morning." He replies. "And then you will join him for breakfast. Do not leave until then. Understand?"

I nod my head. "Good." He nods his head back before closing the door.