𝑰 𝒎 𝒑 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒂 𝒍 𝑯 𝒖 𝒏 𝒕 𝒆 𝒓

[ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆𝒅𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅! 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆! ]

Her helmet was off, and so he got to stare her right in the face as he held her chin. “The Mandalorian’s were foolish to oppose Imperial control, we cannot survive on our own, we need oversight. Control. I need control…”

“Gentle please Sir…” She asked softly, politely, a lot more tame than she was when she was first captured. “My loyalty is to the Empire, and to you, I am your servant Sir… I’ll tell you everything about my rebel friends.”

Her loyalties lie with the Empire, and to him. In that case, she’s on her knees, armor and all, save for the helmet. “Yes Sir.”

Where do her loyalties lie, why doesn’t he tell her? And what does he want?

She can tell how much he enjoys it, and she’s starting to enjoy when he isn’t as rough with her. She’s been willing to tell him more information. Even if he does still humiliation her some, such as the Jedi wannabe comment. She’s ready to talk. And to feel him inside her.

ㅤ        such a vulgar song . . . ( 💭 )