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Prompt: Reader is captured by Zygerrian slavers and is held for many years.
Note: The Music helps.
Warnings: Dark tones... I think?... Well, at least a crappy attempt at suspense (If you listen to the music)
You squinted as the roof above you shook, causing light dust to fall on you. You don't know how long you have been here, except for the fact that it's been long enough for your captives to begin to forget about you. Zygerian slavers had captured you some time ago and left you in isolation, only to feed you once, in what you had assumed, a week. If you remembered correctly, they had called you a lost cause and you had forgotten the reason that they hadn't killed you already. The only thing to keep you company in this cramped cellar was the dripping sound of a cracked pipeline. If it wasn't for your restrained limbs and lack of energy you might have muted the pestering sound long ago. But then again, it was the only thing that gave you reassurance that you were alive.
Rolling your tired shoulders out, you try to reach out to anyone through the force. You didn't know why you tried this again, it never worked. But this time felt different and you couldn't place why. Using your last bit of strength in the force you cried out for help. Maybe there might be someone out there.
And to your surprise, someone was there to receive it. They seemed young, strong and full of adrenaline. Not that it mattered to you. But their sudden presence, through your shrinking vision through the force, felt refreshing. Not to mention, they were strong with your sacred religion. A Jedi Knight.
You called again. The figure seemed a bit confused at your call and appeared to ignore it. But that was no matter. You now knew where they were. They were in a... turret. You thought that to be strange but brushed it off. They were on the surface, and that was all that counted.
Ecstatic, you lurched forward falling on your sticky and oil face. You had, for a moment, forgot about your binding. You coughed some of your matted hair from your face and sighed. It was going to take some time to get out.
You pulled yourself up again, feeling more determined to get out. You gave sharp tugs to your chains and, eventually, they snapped. Looks like peeing on them every day, for who knows how long, had eroded them just enough.
Standing up for the first time in ages felt great, even if it was only for a few seconds before falling back down. But great none the less.
