Lost - Star Wars AU Smut FanFic

Chapter II

Not for the first time, my arms were chained behind my back. And I couldn't move them.
Things got worse. I had learned two things:

- Jabba the Hutt didn't want to keep me.
- I was being auctioned off as a slave.

I had worked two things out:

- Everyone here knew who I was and I was about to be presented to them in next to no clothes.
- Wherever I was going, it was going to take a long time for the Alliance to find me again.

My chain was tugged at, and I was dragged onto a small platform. I glanced around the tall room. Above me were the bidders. Furry, slimy, scaly, the lot of them. Save for one shadow at the end, who had a Stormtrooper on either side of him.
I looked down at the audience. Half of them were jeering, the other half cheering. There was an exit at the back in front of which sat a man with a hood pulled over his head, and next to him, CHEWBACCA! The man pulled his hood down, but I already knew that Han had come to get me. I didn't even need to see his face to know that it was him.
He jumped up and ran to the stage entrance. My chain was being tugged at again and I stumbled towards a ship entryway, the chain pulling tight around my neck. I heard a yell, "LEIA!" Han rounded the corner and sprinted towards me, a look of sheer determination on his face. I whimpered and tried to reach towards him, but the door had already closed.

"Tee-hee," an evil cackle sounded behind me. I turned around and saw a little hunched over man. "Who are you??" I asked.
"My name is Slavoea tee-hee."
"And where are you taking me?"
"Tee-hee."
"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!"
"The planet Prisanfey, oh tee-hee, Lord Ayvile will be happy!"
"Lord Ayvile?!"
"Tee-hee."

I had heard that name only once. Once when I was captured by Tarkin and Darth Vader. From what I knew, he was the worst Sith Lord of them all.