Warrior

1. A Little Taste

(A/N. Yeah yeah I know we all hate author notes but listen...or read...whatever. Wow, I'm hilarious... ok GET TO THE POINT! SO, some back story; Hannah Jackson is an OC of mine, she grew up on a planet similar to our earth , but picture it a bit more high tech. My native language  is not English, so I apologize in advance because I know how irritating it can be when someone tries to speak or write in your own language, and just gets it so wrong. (I'm from Sweden, hallå,  Ikea and meatballs) You will understand more about her past as the story goes on, but quickly explained, her mother was mentally ill and wasn't getting the right treatment for her depression, causing her to take her problems out on Hannah and her older brother Victor , Hannah and Victor were then sold into human trafficking which is, as we all know, a substantial problem in the Star Wars universe. While Victor was later rescued, Hannah was no were to be found, due to an ex-scientist who had purchased her for his own experiments... In this story, you can expect harsh language, sexual scenes and struggles with depression so if you're not comfortable with that, this fanfic is not for you. I think that's all so, let the story begin. Oh and the episodes will not be in order.) 

The floors were made of concrete, and the bars were off iron. The only light to ever exist in this place came from a window in the roof, and at night, only the moon and stars kept her from being completely blind. The guards were no entertainment, she would on and off try to get them to talk with her, but with no success. The only time she used her vocal cords were in interrogation, therapy sessions or when lost songs from history escaped her lips. Her cage was ten feet/three meters on each side, enough to move around but that does not change its nature, it was a cage and the outer world was out of her reach. The only time she left it was on bathing days or when she was allowed to relieve her personal needs, both were scheduled. After her trail, many tests had been made to prove that she was insane, but they had all come out negative, which wasn't to her advantage. She'd rather be seen as a lunatic than a damaged sane person. One time, a very unmotivated doctor had asked her if she found pleasure in pain, she'd told him to come over and see for himself, and he'd made the terrible decision to take a step forward; he later left the prison with a broken arm and a severe concussion. In his report he'd written 'anger issues', and she couldn't argue with that. Never once had she tried to escape, she could if she wanted to, but that was the thing, she didn't want to. Punishing herself had become something in her daily routine, how strange that pain can be so addictive, even when the biological, animal-like side of us deep in our core, would do anything to escape it.