The tears started to stream down Padme's face as his lips smashed against hers. It tasted of alcohol, sweat, and tears. There was no love in his kiss, only greed. There was no lust, only personal desire. She tasted it. She could feel it. She could even smell it. Everything smelled like him, the true monster. He did not love her. He just wanted what she had. He wanted her body. He wanted her virginity. She was nothing but a toy to him, a challenge, a night of fun, something that could give him pleasure.
It did seem possible, but his body pressed harder against hers and due to his weight, Padme could no longer breath. She felt his hips buckling against her own and his manhood pressing against her stomach. Ready for relief, he used his knee to separate her legs and his hands grabbed onto the black fabric of her dress. Padme closed her eyes as she heard the tear of the fabric. He pulled the shredded dress completely off and Padme felt the cold air hit her skin. She was nearly naked. She was exposed to him. She squeeze her eyes shut tighter not wanting to see what was about to happen to her, the pain, the humiliation, the thing she would have to live with for the rest of her life. She knew it didn't matter. It didn't matter if she couldn't see it because she knew she would feel it. This was not the way she had planned to lose her virginity. This was not the way she wanted her first time to be. Everything was wrong.
She felt his hands move ravenously over her body, touching the fabric that hide her breasts, one of the remaining parts of her body that was not exposed. He grabbed onto her breasts and squeezed tightly. Padme let out a loud cry, feeling the pain explode through her body. It hurt. There was nothing good about what she felt. She wanted it all to stop, she wanted it to never happen again.
Ignoring Padme's cries of pain, the black haired man continued. One of his hands stayed on her breast, as the other started to trail down her body towards her most sacred area. Padme held her breath, not sure what else to do. She hoped for a miracle.
She got one.
Before he could touch her covered womanhood, the man stopped. Padme opened her eyes when she heard him gasp for air. The man's body was still against her own, but his hands were no longer on her; they were on his throat, clutching it wildly. He was chocking—No. He was being chocked. Padme's eyes widened as she realized what that meant. An invisible hand choking a man could only be one thing...
" Senator."
"Senator." 3PO repeated softly, lightly touching the crying woman that laid asleep on the floor. After his second time of calling to her, Padme finally stirred, awakening from her dream. When the droid had first entered the room and saw the girl lying on the floor, he had almost panicked, thinking something had happened to her. His worries had vanished, however, when he approached her, and saw that she was still breathing. 3PO had thought he was programmed to understand human behavior, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing would compute. He didn't understand why the senator would want to sleep on the cold hard floor. After all, there was a large soft bed less than five feet away from her. Nevertheless, he had decided to let the woman rest. She would need it if she was to stay here with his Master. It was only when she started to cry in her sleep that 3PO had decided to wake her.
It was a moment before Padme totally awakened but when she did, she sat up, and instantly felt her head begin to spin. Her hands moved to her body, still feeling to touch of the man that haunted her. She breathed a small sigh of relief when she realized it had only been a dream, but still her skin continued to crawl. Burning from his ghostly touch.
"Are you alright, Milady?" 3PO asked politely.
Padme turned towards the voice and for the first time realized she was not alone. After getting over her embarrassment, Padme inspected her surroundings, which caused her to become more disoriented than she already was. She did not recognize the room around her. It was defiantly not her room or any other room in her apartment. Nothing looked familiar, nor did she know the golden droid that stood in front of her. She didn't remember falling asleep and it shocked her to see herself in the same clothes from the day before. As the gears in her mind began to turn, the events from the day before came rushing back, flooding her mind, reminding her of all that had happened. She was not in a prison, she was somewhere much worse. A strange appearance made its way onto Padme's face as she curled herself into a ball allowing reality to hit her. 3PO wasn't sure what the young girl was doing, but he guessed she was confused, scared even. It was a natural human response from being near his Master. He shuffled slowly towards her, trying to give the senator some sort of comfort. "I'm sorry for waking you, Senator." He apologized kindly, "It seemed that you were having a night terror… and a terrible one at that."
Padme eyed the droid cautiously, not sure what to think. "Who are you?" She asked, thinking it was a good place to start. It would at least give her time to think and regain herself.
"Oh yes!" The golden droid exclaimed, "How rude of me! Please forgive my rudeness, Milady! I am See-Threepio, human-cyborg relations!"
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