TWISTED.
❝ i'm not a jedi, but I'm not a sith. i'm me, and that's what matters.❞
Despina Anseris never asked for her mission. She never asked to see the place she called home get torn apart because of her best friend's rath. She never asked to see...
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"Get off!" I snarled at the two Stormtroopers holding tight on my shoulders, jerking away as they shoved me into a dimly lit room. The moment I turned around to yell, the doors were closed shut. I kicked it angrily with my foot, stumbling backward from the momentum. "Yeah, you better..." My voice trailed off as my eyes searched the room. The lack of light was merely a ploy to distract the inhabitants of it; you didn't need the Force to feel the sense of death and destruction. "...run." I couldn't help but feel pulled to step closer to the middle of the room. I was acutely aware of the patter from my boots against the cold metal ground, how I could hear every intake of my breath and almost the flutter of my eyelashes as I blinked... the sound of my heartbeat returning. Something was wrong, lurking in the darkness patiently.
The echo disappeared, and the lights went out.
I felt myself go into a panic as the only sounds I could hear were coming from myself. I was losing my main senses of touch and smell; I felt as if I had been pushed into a bubble that I couldn't escape from. Gravity seemed like a non-existent concept. The air was a chilling cold similar to Snoke's throne room. I couldn't tell what was up or down. Every once and a while, I would forget how to breathe and end up scrabbling at my throat in desperation for air. Somehow in this room, my body's connection to the Force was nonexistent.
"You have a will of steel," I heard a voice call out to me amidst the lack of life. It wasn't Snoke, but at the same time, it was. A small orb of energy began to appear in front of me, looking dangerously unstable. "... but everything can be broken." My sense of touch came back at a startling speed when the Force lightning came in direct contact with the side of my head. I opened my mouth to scream, but no noise came out. "I can make it stop."
"I can take it," I grimaced in response before inaudibly crying out in agony once more. The process continued of a painful shock and me bending my body in response to it for what felt like hours, but the pain slowly numbed to where I could feel the cold ground I was laying on as I twitched uncontrollably.
"Fight it!" I heard a female voice call out in my head during the torture as I laid helpless, breaking the long silence, but I didn't recognize it. I could associate a feeling of tenderness to it along with respect... attachment. "Don't let him win, Despina!" Despina?
"Aren't you tired?" the voice from before asked me almost mockingly. "You've fought your entire life, and when have you had a win? Don't you want peace?"
"Yes..." I felt myself answer the voice slowly while the feminine one continued to scream in my ears to do otherwise. I was tired. Why was I tired? What was I fighting? A person, a being?
"Then give in to it, my child," the voice drawled, coaxing me. "Be free."
"Free," I repeated, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. A dark sense felt as if it was slithering into my head, but I was too tired and drained to try and prevent its intrusion. "Free. Free. Free..."
