The Secret Apprentice | Vader x OC

The Flame

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Chapter 7: The Flame

My screams of horror were silenced the moment my wind pipe was cut off again, this time by Vader himself. The Force coiled around my throat tightly like a noose, his right hand controlling just how hard he wanted it to grip. He yanked his hand closer toward his chest, aggressively yanking my body off the bed to fly toward him. My body came to a sudden halt before him, my platinum-blond hair flying forward over my shoulders from the harsh jerk as a result of the altered motion. Levitating a foot above the floor, I held onto my throat while tears flooded my vision of who I believed had been my savior. He stared up at me, the fury radiating around him unwavering despite having taken Samryl's life. His voice kept the same threatening tone that he had with Samryl, "Do not assume for a moment that you are not in danger, Vondar."

I had expected him to go on with his speech, to hit me, chuck me against a wall or beat me like he had done with my sister the last time she agitated him. Yet, nothing happened. He simply stared up at my face, analyzing it in a manner I was unable to decipher. Even when I had attempted to pick up any form of emotion from him, there was nothing exposed for me to read. The anger and annoyance could be felt within the atmosphere around us, his rage fueling his heavy breaths, but there was nothing more than that. But I knew there was something else, otherwise this silent void between us wouldn't exist.

Thankfully, not an ounce of his attention shifted anywhere away from my face despite being completely nude and exposed to him aside from bandages. Then, as though he had been distracted further by whatever it was that I was unable to read from him, his grip on the Force began to waver just enough to where I began to breathe. Gasping desperately, I breathed heavily as the red began to fade from my face. Desperately, I forced a question out between my breaths, "...Why me...?" I wanted so desperately to know why it had been me that he decided to keep between Sabel and I. Why he spared me from Samryl, why he felt the need to force me to pledge myself to him, to be so intimate yet so closed off. There was no way for me to know whether he truly wanted to kill me, keep me as some kind of twisted plaything, or just simply use me as a source of entertainment. My purpose was so unclear to me, and I wanted nothing more than to understand even an ounce of his thought process. He acted as though he hated me, yet he had just rushed to my aid without even ensuring that his suit was fully operative enough to breathe through.

As though my voice had snapped him out of whatever provided him with a tame degree of distraction, he grew angry once more but did not close my windpipe, "Your inability to obey my orders has left you treading on thin ice. Your attempt at retaliation for your sister's exile recoiled itself to the point you prayed for my forgiveness. How truly pathetic." With the thrust of his right hand, I was sent flying backward into the steel wall above my bed. Upon impact, all of the air within my lungs had evacuated within a split second, I then fell from the wall to crash down onto my bed. Writhing around in a state of panic, no matter how hard I tried to gasp for air, my lungs would not open as a result of the harsh blow I had taken against the wall. My injured lung that had just been mended felt as though it were about to collapse again. My body fought against itself to not go numb, and my adrenaline had yet to waver.