Dark Deceptions // a Darth Vader x Reader

5 - Trouble

"Her," he starts firmly. "Take her to my office for further questioning, now." 

With that, the troopers rush up to me. I barely had time to react as they grabbed me roughly, harsh hands on my biceps, holding me still as I squirmed. Piett tried to push the troopers off of me, but a few more came and detained him before he could do anything.

The stormtroopers practically dragged me down the halls of the Death Star as they took me to Vader's office. I hadn't made it easy for them though, kicking and yelling as they held on to me. 

"Let go! God, loosen your grip!" I muttered loudly as one of the troopers opened a large sliding door. Without any warning, they threw me unceremoniously onto the hard ground of the room. My chin hit the floor instantly, the rest of my body following with hard impact.

"Stay here and don't touch anything. Lord Vader will be in to question you shortly."

They left just like that, leaving me alone in the room. I glanced around curiously as I pushed myself up to stand. The space was rather nice, a bit dark, but a change to the usual grayness of this place. 

A whole wall of windows showcased the current space of stars and emptiness. The walls were painted black, with a large wooden desk in the middle. A small gray sofa was on the opposite wall of the windows. 

Behind the desk were shelves stacked to the ceiling with a bunch of different items on them. I rubbed my chin wearily as I spun around to check out the room some more. As I turned fully away from the door, I heard the door slide open.

I snapped around, only to see him standing there. He had an impatient and furious look on his face, his brows furrowed and jaw clenched. He looked me over, before shutting the door with a flick of his wrist.

Slowly, he approached me. His amber eyes looked me over again, his gaze lingering on my chin. He was right in front of me now, standing over me. His gloved hand raised, slowly touching my chin. I turn my face away, a grimace on my face.

He scoffed, brushing past me, shoulder checking me in the process. He stomped over to his desk, plopping down into the chair with a quiet groan. He gestured to the couch, eyes flickering over to it.

"Sit, little one."

Before I could even say anything, he used the force on me, moving my body closer to the couch. I huff out indignantly, obediently sitting down. "I was going," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. A short, quiet chuckle escaped his lips at that. But the sound quickly dissipated as soon as I had heard it.

Once I'm sat, he looks at me, a serious look crossing his chiseled features. "So.. am I going to have to force the details of this party out of you? Or will you be a good girl and just tell me what that was?" He asks plainly, watching me.

His gaze was sharp, hard to actually face head on. I looked around uncomfortably for a moment, before sighing. It was as if my mouth was speaking without my permission as I started spewing out all of the details about the party.

"All I know is that it was today, in that hangar, and it started at six. That was all I knew." I admit quietly, a feeling of shame crossing my features. It was just like me to get into trouble after only being here for a such a short amount of time.

Vader hums thoughtfully, before sighing and rolling his eyes. He stands, walking over to the windows and gazing out into the endless abyss that was space itself.

"I can tell when you're lying. Your hear rate speeds up, your breathing picks up, and you become fidgety," he starts, facing away from me. I scoffed a little at that, sitting back on the couch. Despite my better judgment, I could feel my body relaxing into the plush, dark material of the couch.