Fic: Sarit [3/3]
Title: Sarit
Fandom: Star Wars EU - a Dark Journey AU
Characters: Jaina Solo, Tenel Ka, Shawk'ry'nuruodo, Kyp Durron, Jagged Fel.
Summary: Once upon a time there was a princess. All she has to do to become Queen is get rid of her evil step-mother, win a war, and try not to strangle her second-in-command. Easy, right?
Warning: This section features torture.
Story Index - Previous Part
Kyrn glares at Kyp.
“Have any other bright ideas, Durron?”
He glares right back at her.
“Do you, genius? At least we found something out!”
Kyrn actually scoffs at him.
“What? If Solo has Jag, she isn’t telling. And I can’t just barge into the prison and look for him! I need to report…”
Kyp frowns.
“Look, report if you want. I’m taking the squadron and going to Borleias. Skywalker and Antilles are there, and they need to learn of these new developments. You can come or not.”
If looks could kill, Kyp would be a pile of ash.
“I’m still in command, Durron,” she bites out. One look at Durron shows that he’s going no matter what she says. “But I suppose it would be safer to report on Borleias than here. She’s probably got taps on all our communications…”
He looks at her stiffly, then nods and walks away, going to tell the rest of the squadron to get their stuff together, they’re going in an hour.
Kyrn tries to tell herself she’s not giving in.
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Jagged has never been as terrified as he is now. It’s not the torture, which is child’s play compared to the stuff he went through in basic. It’s not the knowledge that he’s probably going to die. It’s her.
She terrifies him. She knows him, all his secrets and desires, all the things he never said, all the things he’s wished he’s never done. She knows everything. And it’s the knowledge that he can’t keep anything from her that scares him the most. If you can’t even retreat to the safety of your own mind, what do you have left?
Worst of all, he doesn’t know what she wants with him.
“I should think that should be obvious, Jag.”
And then the torture begins again, and the blows start pounding their rhythm on his body, and she starts hammering on his mind in counterpoint. He can’t get away from her, no matter where he goes.
A punch to his chest.
I love you.
A smack across the temple.
I want you.
A kick in the stomach.
Love me.
A slash across the cheek.
Want me.
A broken finger.
Surrender.
Bruised ribs.
SURRENDER!
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In the interrogation rooms, an unearthly screaming is heard. The officer-in-charge can just make out the words.
“Leave me alone!”
Fandom: Star Wars EU - a Dark Journey AU
Characters: Jaina Solo, Tenel Ka, Shawk'ry'nuruodo, Kyp Durron, Jagged Fel.
Summary: Once upon a time there was a princess. All she has to do to become Queen is get rid of her evil step-mother, win a war, and try not to strangle her second-in-command. Easy, right?
Warning: This section features torture.
Story Index - Previous Part
Kyrn glares at Kyp.
“Have any other bright ideas, Durron?”
He glares right back at her.
“Do you, genius? At least we found something out!”
Kyrn actually scoffs at him.
“What? If Solo has Jag, she isn’t telling. And I can’t just barge into the prison and look for him! I need to report…”
Kyp frowns.
“Look, report if you want. I’m taking the squadron and going to Borleias. Skywalker and Antilles are there, and they need to learn of these new developments. You can come or not.”
If looks could kill, Kyp would be a pile of ash.
“I’m still in command, Durron,” she bites out. One look at Durron shows that he’s going no matter what she says. “But I suppose it would be safer to report on Borleias than here. She’s probably got taps on all our communications…”
He looks at her stiffly, then nods and walks away, going to tell the rest of the squadron to get their stuff together, they’re going in an hour.
Kyrn tries to tell herself she’s not giving in.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Jagged has never been as terrified as he is now. It’s not the torture, which is child’s play compared to the stuff he went through in basic. It’s not the knowledge that he’s probably going to die. It’s her.
She terrifies him. She knows him, all his secrets and desires, all the things he never said, all the things he’s wished he’s never done. She knows everything. And it’s the knowledge that he can’t keep anything from her that scares him the most. If you can’t even retreat to the safety of your own mind, what do you have left?
Worst of all, he doesn’t know what she wants with him.
“I should think that should be obvious, Jag.”
And then the torture begins again, and the blows start pounding their rhythm on his body, and she starts hammering on his mind in counterpoint. He can’t get away from her, no matter where he goes.
A punch to his chest.
I love you.
A smack across the temple.
I want you.
A kick in the stomach.
Love me.
A slash across the cheek.
Want me.
A broken finger.
Surrender.
Bruised ribs.
SURRENDER!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
In the interrogation rooms, an unearthly screaming is heard. The officer-in-charge can just make out the words.
“Leave me alone!”