Hell. Hell was a place that Vader had always welcomed. After living under his Master for so long, he was sure he had understood the definition of the word. The word meant pain, suffering, death; which were all things that Vader knew too well. They were things that he had come to accept and were comfortable with. They were the only constant things in his life. That was however, until Senator Amidala entered his life. When she entered into his life, she brought a whole new meaning to the word.
Hell. Confusion. Torture. So many words had a new definition because of Senator Amidala. She was changing his life. She was becoming a problem. He needed to be rid of her, but that seemed inevitable. It seemed that he would be stuck with her for a far longer time than he had planned. That was the reason he had been so enraged when he entered her room. That was the reason he had been so carefree upon entering. What was he to fear from not preparing? Nothing. Vader was never taken off guard… That was, until today.
Nothing in all his years of training could have prepared him for the sight he had seen within that room. Imagines of the Senator played through his mind. Big frazzled brown eyes, long wet brown hair, perfect skin that was only covered by one article of clothing. His cloak.
Why? Vader's thoughts asked. Why did she still have my cloak? Why was she wearing it? Obviously to hide her body from me, but it goes deeper. I can feel it.
Vader paused within the hallway, throwing back his hood, and running his fingers through his wavy locks. Stop this. He told himself as he tried without prevailing to push the imagines of the soaking wet Senator from his mind. A foreign heat rose through his body and he struggled to control his senses. What is happening to me? Vader didn't know, but he wanted it to stop. This was all too much. Needing relief, he closed his eyes, and reached far out into the Force. He grasped onto the evil that he felt, he called the darkness to his side, and when he opened his golden eyes again, he felt nothing but hate and anger. The confident Darth Vader was back and ready to succeed.
Vader kept his word and arrived at Padme's room exactly ten minutes later. Thankfully by then, Padme had managed to ready herself into something that was somewhat presentable, at least by some standards. Wasting no time, Vader quickly explained to the Senator that she would not be able to see until they arrived at the Senate. Padme obviously did not like the idea, but halfheartedly agreed. After all, she had no choice. And so, it was without another word that Vader tied a black cloth around her head and lead her out of the room. Padme watched peacefully as Vader landed the large speed on the Coruscant ground. She was thankful that he had allowed her to remove the blindfold before landing. She could only imagine how she would have felt if someone were to see her in that state, but embarrassment would not even have covered it.
"Don't talk to the Press." Vader commanded before jumping out of the speeder and approaching her side.
No problem there. Padme thought before she followed his lead. She jumped out of the speeder and formed into his protective shadow. The Press screamed her name, but she ignored them just as Vader had commanded. Usually, the Press would not stop until that received an answer, but today was a different day. When neither Vader nor Padme responded to the thousands of questions, the Press quickly dispersed, too frightened of Vader to peruse her. When the Press all but evaporated, Padme decided to walk ahead of Vader, trying to show off that his home might but his territory, but this was hers. It surprised Padme that instead of voicing a complaint, Vader settled into a slower pace, taking a comfortable spot behind her. The mental image caused Padme to smile; she was not done, she still had power left.
The Senate had changed in the long weeks that Padme had been gone. It seemed empty and dark. There were clone troopers stationed at every corner. Darkness loomed within the very air. It was no longer a place of debate, but a place of pure corruption. As she walked through the halls, Padme held her gaze forward, ignoring the whispers and stares that were happening around her. She felt Vader hot on her hells, acting as her personal shadow.
The guards at her office doors stood at attention at the sight of her and the Sith Lord. Without looking at the pair, the guards opened the doors and allowed them to pass into the office. Gasps from Naboo delegates echoed throughout her office as the duo entered. Padme's eyes locked with her best friend, Dorme, who stood behind her desk. Dorme looked on at the scene with scared questioning eyes. Padme tried to speak but she couldn't get the words out before Vader spoke.
"You all must come with me. The Emperor is expecting us." Vader commanded turning towards the door and motioning at the Naboo delegates to follow.
At his command, all of the delegates froze; their eyes locked with the form of the retreating form of the dark Sith. It took a few moments for anyone to move, but they knew better than to keep the Emperor or Vader waiting. Quickly, the delegates welcomed Padme back before they shuffled out of the room leaving Padme alone with her two friends.
As soon as the room was clear Dorme and Jar Jar ran to Padme's side. Dorme wrapped Padme up with a tight hug as the tears began to fall down her face. "I'm so glad you are here!" Dorme cried into Padme's hair, "I was so worried."
"Yousa okeeday?" the Gungan asked full of concern.
Padme couldn't find words, but she nodded trying to give some reassurance.
It didn't. If anything, it only made things worse. Dorme backed away to look her friend in the eyes, before showering her with questions. "What aren't you telling me? What happened? Where were you? How was Vader? Did he treat you well? Oh Sit! Did he rape you –"
Padme remained silent as she processed Dorme's questions and silently answered them to herself. I've been held against my will. I was in Vader's establishments. He was fine… when I saw him. Beyond well, amazing actually. No! He didn't rape me… At that moment, Padme stopped listening to her friend's questions. Instead she imagined what could have happened if Vader was different or what would happen if she told Dorme what had actually been happening between her and Vader. Oh Dorme… If you only knew…No, be didn't rape me… but he has been sleeping with me. Not sex. Sleeping. Oh Dorme, I wish I could tell you. I wish you could give me advice.
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