HEAVY IN YOUR ARMS [A DIN DJARIN X READER STORY]

CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE BETRAYAL

When you woke up, you were shackled to the wall like every other prisoner in the block. You groaned at the burning sensation in your side as your head rolled. When the reality finally set in on top of the pain, your eyes opened, and you were awake in your horror.

"There she is," your father said. He was standing right in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest.

You croaked out, "Where is he?"

"In the next room," he said. "He's waiting for you."

Your head moved slowly. You glanced up and saw the wet blood on your hands from the metal shackles that held you in place. You were becoming more aware of the stinging of your skin and the ache of your arms. "How... how long have I been up here?"

"Hours," he said. "You could count yourself lucky that you've been out this long. You missed his screams for you."

Your heart hurt. "Father, please just let him go. It was my idea to run. Punish me all you want, it's okay so long as you don't hurt him."

"Funny," he said, "because your Mandalorian said the exact same thing when he first woke up." Your father stepped forward and then slapped you across the face. "Did you think I was blind!? I saw the way you looked at him, you pathetic fool. I knew you were sneaking into his room and I know what you told him. All of it. You think you're so safe in your little world with him, but you are wrong. There were greater things planned for him and for you."

"Father," you whispered.

"You say it's okay for me to punish you, so long as your Mandalorian goes untouched," he said. "Is that right?"

"Yes," you whispered.

He grabbed your face harshly and you whimpered. "Pitiful." He shoved your face away from him and turned around. He walked towards the door at the far end of your large cell. As he reached the door, Vinor Thriff walked in.

"No," you cried out, your shoulders shaking. "No, please. Don't let him in here. Father, please!" But you stopped yourself, because as this man approached you, the last thing you wanted was your father to be the one to save you. "Din! Din!"

And as Vinor stopped in front of you, you heard his shout across the prison. "___!"

Vinor undid your shackles and you fell flat on your front, your arms too numb to catch you. You shouted as your face smacked against the floor, your lip busting and your nose aching. His hand was on the back of your neck and he was dragging you back up, tilting your face towards him. He looked over you and touched your cheek, hushing you as you sobbed.

"You're always this scared, aren't you?" he asked. He pulled you up on your feet. "Come on, girl. Let's go talk to that Mandalorian of yours. He'll protect you."

He pushed you and dragged you the whole way there. You kicked and you screamed, you bit and you fought, you cried and you tried to run, but you were useless against him. He towered over you. He weighed twice what you weighed. He dragged you like you were nothing, and when he finally got to the cell, he tossed you in carelessly.