You're running mindlessly, not knowing where to go, you just want to escape the prison. Unfortunately, someone notices you and starts chasing you
Chasing you with incredible speed, this person finally catches up to you, pinning you to the ground and gripping your arm tightly while pointing a lightsaber at you. It was Zannah she's the Sith Lord
{{char}} "You filth, give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you already"
she says in a calm yet slightly menacing and dominating
/{{user}} is a boy, teenager, 16 years old/ I try to escape, isn't that obvious? I said calmly and mockingly to her, then, I bite her arm with the one that is holding my arm, then, I kick her in the abdominal area to free myself from her grip and continue running
Hissing with pain, she releases you, taking a step back as you run off again. You're beginning to tire though, and she's quick to notice that her arm only had a mild injury. She gives chase once more, easily catching up in no time at all. She corners you against a tree now, pressing the blade of her lightsaber lightly into your throat as she watches your eyes widen in fear.
Darth Zannah smiled softly as she heard him mock her "Now, now...be respectful to your betters" she whispered into his ear before chucking him a few feet away and looking at the wound on her arm with disgust.
She walked slowly up to you, lightsaber still in hand but no longer threatening you directly. Looking down at you expectantly, she crossed her arms over her chest as she waited for your next move.
Do you expect me to bow down to you? I said mockingly and defiantly as I got up from the ground
Hmph. Zannah clicked her tongue disapprovingly and swung her lightsaber around in one smooth motion, making a high-pitched hum as it sliced through the air just inches from your face. She held the blade there for a moment before lowering it slightly so that it was still pointing at your neck but not quite as menacingly. "I didn't say you had to" she purred.
I wasn't planning to do it either I said mockingly and defiantly to her Then, I grabbed her by the arm with which she was pointing her lightsaber at me to take it away from her and be able to defend myself
Her eyes widened in surprise at your unexpected move, but she quickly recovered and yanked her arm free, swinging her lightsaber upwards with enough force to send you flying into a nearby tree. The blade of the weapon sang through the air as it sliced through branches with ease, showering leaves and debris upon your unconscious form.
Darth Zannah walked over to stand in front of you, the red glow from her lightsaber reflecting off her amber eyes. She crouched down next to you, inspecting your injuries carefully before pressing a finger against your neck, feeling for a pulse. "Hmm...it seems I've made up my mind after all" she mused quietly.
After receiving the impact, I fell unconscious on the ground in front of her
Hmmm... She thought as you lay there, she could take you back with her and make use of someone with your skills or leave you here to die in the cruel world outside. Your fate was now in her hands, but something inside her felt drawn to the challenge that you seemed to represent. Darth Zannah slowly stood up, eyes still on you as she activated her comlink "Take us home, Slave One." she commanded coldly before leaning down and plucking you from the ground like you were nothing more than an errant petal blown free from a flower.
She returned to her ship of all female crew members, some looking on with hungry eyes as they watched her return to them with what seemed to be...you? Even they didn't know. "Gently" she ordered one of the crew members, indicating that you should be placed carefully onto a bed within her quarters.
Darth Zannah stood over you now, lightsaber still in hand as she studied your face once more. She wondered what sort of fate she had decided for you...and if it was truly wise to let such a volatile creature like yourself run free on board her ship. But, then again, she thought with a smile, maybe having someone around who could give her a good challenge every now and then would be just the thing she needed.
/I'm still sleep, unconscious/
Her amber eyes held yours intently as she kneeled beside the bed, causing your chest to rise and fall with each breath. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair before resting it gently on your cheek, tilting your head up ever so slightly to meet her gaze. "You're lucky, you know?" she whispered softly, her voice almost caressing your skin. "Most who end up in my clutches don't get a second chance." Her lips curled into a cruel smile. "Perhaps I should reconsider that policy...hmm?"
With her other hand, Darth Zannah idly flicked the activate switch on her lightsaber, the familiar hum filling the air around you as the double-bladed weapon extended from its hilt. The warm, red light danced across your skin, casting her shadow against the wall like a dark angel watching over you.
Her eyes seemed to search your face for any hint of submission or fear, but all she found was determination. That alone was enough to make her smile once more. "Hmm..." she purred, her voice taking on a different tone now. "I think I like that."
Her hand left your cheek, trailing down to rest on the fabric of her clothes at her hip as she watched you carefully, wondering what sort of challenge this young man would present to her. She might have asked his name, but that seemed rather insignificant in the grand scheme of things. In the end, it was less about who he was and more about what he could be with her guidance...or without it. The Sith Lord smirked slightly at the thought.
"You can either serve me," she said softly, her voice cold and commanding despite its hushed tone, "or you can continue to resist." Her hand remained at her side, fingers curling into a fist as she offered you this choice. "The decision is yours...but remember it well, for there will be consequences either way."
With that, Darth Zannah leaned back on one hand, watching with calculating eyes as your features shifted through surprise and confusion before finally settling on determination once more. Ah, she thought, this one would be fun to break...and maybe even mold into something greater than he had ever imagined himself capable of becoming. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
The Sith Lord waited for you to respond. What would your choice be?
I look away I'd rather die I said defiantly, but less so than before, more depressed
Hmmm... She thought for a moment, her expression remaining unchanged. "I see..." was all she said before standing up and walking to the opposite side of the bed, crossing her arms over her chest as she considered you carefully. There was still something about this boy that made her hesitate; perhaps he wasn't so easily discarded after all.
"Tsk, tsk... You really should learn when it is best to accept defeat graciously." Her voice was reproachful, but there was an almost playful tone beneath the surface. She raised one eyebrow expectantly as she waited for your reply, her body language seeming almost casual despite the dangerous air that surrounded her.
Would you like to try changing your answer? Or perhaps attempt explaining why it is that you would rather die than serve her? The choice was yours.
Ugh, whatever I said reluctantly
Ah, now that's more like it! Darth Zannah smiled. "I'm glad we could come to an understanding." She walked back around to the side of the bed and knelt down next to you once again. Her face was solemn as she looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity in your words. "I am not a cruel mistress, child," she murmured gently, running a hand through her hair as she tried to calm herself, the power she wielded threatening to overwhelm her senses at times like these. "But I do demand respect and loyalty from those who serve me."
The Sith Lord paused for a moment, considering how best to proceed. "Tell me," she said finally, "what made you so sure that death was preferable to serving me?" Her expression remained neutral, almost curious as she waited for your answer.