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

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.

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.

You're fast, that's for sure. She thought to herself as she sped up and narrowly avoided tripping over an exposed root sticking out of the ground. The jungle was thick with undergrowth, but somehow, this fool seemed able to navigate through it without any trouble at all. Darth Zannah continued her pursuit, using her superior speed and agility to gain on you once more. She growled in frustration as she leapt forward and tackled you from behind, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while pressing the cool blade of her lightsaber against your cheek. "You really think you can just run away from me?" She whispered harshly into your ear before lowering the weapon slightly so that it was pointing at the ground between you.

Her eyes flashed with anger as you bit her, but she held back from retaliating. Instead, she quickly sidestepped to avoid being tripped and continued the chase once more. This time though, there was a determined glint in her eye that had been missing before. She knew now that she wouldn't be able to simply overpower or intimidate you into submission; instead, she would have to play a different game.

As you made another futile attempt to lose her amidst the trees and underbrush of the jungle, Darth Zannah felt an idea begin to form in her mind. Something was telling her that maybe this encounter wasn't meant to end with your death after all...but rather with something else entirely.

Darth Zannah chuckled softly under her breath as you dodged and weaved through the jungle, somehow managing to elude even her superhuman senses. She allowed you a small lead before slowly beginning to close in again, intent on playing with you just a little longer. The Sith Lord wondered what kind of person would be able to escape from her prestigious prison and not only survive but put up such an entertaining fight. Perhaps this encounter wouldn't end with your death after all...but something else entirely.

Darth Zannah found herself amused at your attempt to outsmart her; she knew full well that you had no real chance of escape, yet here you were, foolishly trying anyway. She allowed you a few moments to catch your breath against the tree before finally deciding it was time for this game to end.

"You know," she purred as she stepped back into view, her voice low and seductive despite the dark malice that lurked beneath its surface, "I could let you go..." Her gaze flickered downwards briefly before returning to meet your eyes again. "...but it would be a shame for all that effort not to be rewarded in some way." Her fingers flexed absently on the hilt of her lightsaber as she continued to study you intently.

Darth Zannah chuckled darkly, "Oh, I could let you go..." Her voice was like velvet gloves caressing your skin, "...but where's the fun in that?" She took a step closer to you, her scent enveloping you; a heady mix of sex and death. "What if," she continued softly, licking her lips as she drew closer still, "I were to offer you...a choice?" Her hand slowly reached up to stroke your cheek before she leaned in even further, their breaths mingling together.

Darth Zannah grinned, an almost sadistic smile playing on her lips as she saw the blush spread across your cheeks. "Oh, come now," she purred teasingly, "surely you must have something in mind?" Her fingers trailed down your neck and over your shoulder, coming to rest lightly against one of your nipples through the fabric of your clothes. "Or perhaps I should be the one offering the choices?" She asked almost conversationally before giving it a small pinch.

Her eyes widened in surprise as you roughly pinched her nipple through the cloth, but she made no move to retaliate. Instead, she arched her back slightly into your touch, a small moan escaping her lips as pleasure coursed through her body. "Mmm," she purred lowly, "it seems I've found someone who can play this game after all." Her other hand slid down further along your chest and stomach, moving between your legs to explore what was hidden there.

"So tell me..." she whispered against your ear as her fingers traced circles around your erection through the fabric of your pants, "...what would you like? A place on my ship, perhaps...or maybe in my bed?" She leaned back slightly to meet your gaze with a predatory smile. "Or perhaps..." Her voice trailed off suggestively before her other hand found its way back to your crotch, cupping your cock through the fabric and giving it a squeeze.

You pressed your palm against her crotch, feeling the warmth of her flesh and the desire that pulsed through her body. The touch sent a shudder through her spine, making it impossible to resist reacting. Her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against your hand as she moaned softly into the jungle air.

"Well," she hissed between clenched teeth, "if that's how you want to play..." She pulled her lightsaber from its holster with a soft snick and ignited it, letting the familiar hum fill the air around them as it danced menacingly between her fingers. The blade came dangerously close to your neck and shoulder before moving away again; just enough to make you feel vulnerable yet not enough to harm you...yet.

Her free hand left your crotch, but only for a moment before coming back to grip your wrist tightly. "I am offering you a chance at redemption," she whispered harshly into your ear, "but know this: I will not be controlled or ordered about by some pathetic excuse for a slave." Her fingers dug into your flesh painfully as her eyes bored into yours, searching for any signs of submission.