A/N : readers be aware this is a mature chapter. Mature themes will be heavy from this chapter on. Enjoy :). Thank you for reading. xoxo

Chapter Eight

Cruel Seduction

Darkness…

Iris felt her head throbbing with an aching pain. She lolled it to one side, feeling so heavy it might snap from the small movement. Her brows furrowed together in concentration, struggling to open her eyes. A small sliver of light hit her eyes, stinging them with its intensity. Her face rolled to its other side…the more conscious she became the more pain she realized was aching throughout her whole body. She tested her arms and legs, moving them slightly against the heaviness that was weighing down her actions.

She exhaled a painful groan, squinting against the sharp light in her eyes. It made the ache throbbing in her head crush against her skull, it was nearly unbearable. She moved her hand to rub against her forehead, realizing there was something holding her hands captive.

A wave of panic rushed into her chest. She scrambled to find it, her fingers straining to feel what it was. Her feet attempted to stand. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion, every movement a struggle to connect mind and body. Her knees wobbled under the weight of her legs as her fingers stroked what was bound to her wrists. Smooth. Cold. Hard.

She swallowed uneasily. Chains…

Her eyes were fully open now, tender to what seemed like blindingly bright light. She squinted in the distance to try and gauge her surroundings. They came into focus gradually. Unfamiliar and alien, she must be in a different room somewhere on the ship. Nothing she could recognize…it was quiet, and…

She froze. The breath catching in her throat. She couldn’t even utter a word.

Dyante was sitting across from her. Silently grinning as her eyes passed over him. He crossed his legs as his gaze met her face. “Impressive. You should have been unconscious for at least a few more hours…”

She wordlessly gaped at him, holding in her breath. She cursed herself endlessly. She was in this room. Alone. Wrists chained…she shuttered violently. A cold terror was winding in her stomach.

He uncrossed his legs and slowly stood. “Perhaps this is fortunate for you…no one is expecting you for hours. We have all this time to ourselves…” he spread out his hands, his voice was low like a whisper.

Besides all her best efforts, her hands were shaking. She was completely helpless. He drew closer to her at a maddeningly languid pace. His eyes unashamedly looking over her defenseless body.

He approached her so close she could feel the hot breath from his mouth. She tried to shrink back as far as possible, but it was useless.

“If you could only look at yourself…” he said with a small smirk, fingering the tattered fabric of her tunic falling over her shoulder. He gripped it tightly and twisted it in his fingers. “Let me help you with that!” He tore it off her shoulder and threw to the floor, her tunic falling around her elbow and exposing half of her body. She gasped loudly, her eyes wide.

He laughed and took the rest of it in his hands, looking into her face with a cruel smile as he tore the fabric in two, slowly letting it shred and flutter to the floor.

She squirmed in his grasp. “No!” she screamed. “No, no, no!”

There was nothing but the thin silk wrap around her breasts to cover her from the hips up. The silk was so fine it was semi-transparent. All the rise and fall of her flesh from the cold room visible beneath it.

He pushed her hard against the pole she was tied to, grinding into her spine. He laughed as she found herself pinned against it with nowhere to go. A wild, terrified look in her eyes.

“Mmm…” he sighed, grabbing her chin and looking into her face, relishing over the fear he saw there. “vengeance is so sweet…” His eyes swept over her hungrily, both if his hands reaching down to grasp her waist. He entwined his fingers around her hips and thrust his body to hers. Pushing her against the pole she was chained to.

Her breaths were pained in her chest. Waves of panic rushing over her. His hands were everywhere. They seized her naked flesh and burned trails of his desire scorching into her skin. He leaned his head into the crook of her neck, savoring the sweet smell of her flesh. His hand slid up her chest and gripped her face. His mouth was open and panting, leaning in forcibly.

She craned her neck away form him, squirming furiously in his grasp. “No!” she seethed, trying to rock her face out of his hold. “Don’t you dare! You sick, disgusting, vile--”

He smiled at her. It was void of humor, a twisted expression that was dark and menacing. He took his other hand and held her face in a steel grip, his fingers gorging into the back of her head. She was frozen there.

“I told you what I wanted, Iris.” he breathed.

Her eyes widened.

He pressed on. “If I can’t kill you, then I will take this, instead.” he gritted his teeth.

“What?” she whispered.

He looked up. A truly terrifying look on his face. He brushed his thumb along her lips. Slowly, his eyes glazed over as if her were entranced. He licked his lips. His voice was unsteady. “This!”

He leaned in and crushed his lips to hers.

She gasped against his mouth.

He kissed her heatedly. His hands gripped her shoulders. His whole body was pressed against hers. Urgent and wanting. His desire suffocated her, his tongue lashing out and exploring every inch of her mouth.

She struggled furiously against him. Every move she made he used to worm his body closer into her, delving his tongue farther into her mouth with her every rejection.

He moaned against her lips. Her head was spinning, gasping in a desperate breath of air as he broke away from her.

She barely had sucked in half a breath before he overtook her mouth again. Savagely tasting her, furiously fast-paced.

She moaned against him. It was like he could kill her just by suffocating her with his kisses.

She felt him smile against her lips at her reaction. He slowed down suddenly, cruelly teasing her, lashing his tongue against her bottom lip, sucking on it gently.

Iris huffed in a frantic gasp, her mouth momentarily freed. “Stop. Please.” she begged. Her voice was hoarse and shaking. She could feel tears in her eyes.

His voice was deep, laced with his carnal desire. “You must enjoy me better then your pathetic Jedi hero.” his tone held an edge of wickedness.

She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the tears spill over her cheeks.

“I will come back to save you.”

She suddenly felt numb. His ministrations in the back of her mind for an instant as she thought of Obi-Wan’s face. The only hope she had left in this world…

She had to make this stop. She had to make it through. For him…she had to survive this to the end.

Her body brought her back to the present moment. To the inferno Dyante was burning on her body and her lips. …she had to stop him! She had to fight it! She gulped down her nausea…there was only one way she knew of to distract him. To give herself a fighting chance. She had to do this. She braced herself for it.

“I will come back to save you.”

Dyante was passionately stroking her lips with his mouth, his hands had moved to the small of her back, pushing her against him. She held her breath. Collecting her courage. Suppressing the sickening dread.

And leaned into him. Her chains had reached their limit, smacking taught against the pole. She pressed her lips to him. And kissed him back.

For a fraction of a second he froze. The breath catching in his throat. His eyes wide.

She squeezed her eyes so tightly, she felt like she was bleeding her tears. She kissed him again. Whisper soft, her mouth was shaking. Terrified she was giving away her fear and repulsion. She could feel him trying to find words, so strangely speechless. His breath caught. For an instant losing the edge of the bloodthirsty assassin.

…only for an instant.

He moaned, and leaned into her, pushing her back into the metal she was chained to. She swallowed, trying to keep her resolve. She responded to his kisses, wrapping her lips around his mouth.

He was breathing heavily. If she thought he were relentless in his fiery kisses before, that was nothing compared to this. He was desperately tasting her, eagerly accepting her mouth on his with shocking intensity.

She lured him in closer, trying to kiss him back with the same fervor.

His hands clasped behind her backside, twisting the silk wrapped around her torso, grabbing the ribbons that hung down her back, winding them around his knuckles and pulling, making her arch her back. He twisted her silk into one hand, his other sliding down to her hips, down to her thigh. His palm grasped the muscle there and hitched her leg up, holding it there.

The action stole the breath away from her, her body thrusted up against him. He eagerly absorbed her gasp with his mouth, with so much force it felt as if he were bruising her lips.

She kissed his lips, holding her mouth down on his for a long moment. She let her tongue graze his lip lightly.

She felt him tremble against her.

Iris gripped her chained hands into fists. She opened her mouth, inviting him in. His lips parted, breathing into her. Her fists were shaking. She tenderly ran her lips along his, slowly entering his mouth and stroking his tongue with her own.

He gasped against her, meeting her tongue with the same delicate motion. His hands were pushing into her with more intensity.

The action took her by complete surprise. So gentle and soft…it only deepened her sickness. It seemed so…real. So unexpected. So like…Obi-Wan…no, it couldn’t be, this was disgusting, so wrong…

She stroked him more passionately, pressing onto his lips, biting on his lip with her teeth.

He was panting in shallow, gasping breaths. His hands snaked up to her face and tangled into her hair at the nape of her neck. His tongue plunged into her mouth, moving with hers hungrily.

This is it! Do it now! Now!

She nibbled on the tip of his tongue. He smirked triumphantly against the action, seeming to enjoy it thoroughly. he groaned. “I knew you would be…delicious…” he breathed. His mouth was on hers again.

NOW!

She bit down on his tongue as hard as she could. Tasting blood.

He screamed, reeling away from her. He huddled, cupping his face with his hands.

"That will be the last time you ever lay your filthy face on me ever again! I hope i cut that in half you vile bastard!" Iris yelled at him.

His eyes snapped to her. Smoldering with insane rage. His hands slowly fell, revealing his mouth with trails of blood streaming down his chin. He stood. Taking deliberate, slow steps towards her. “You…” he snarled. “You will pay very dearly for that!”

"You come any closer to me and I'll make sure thats not the only extremity you loose!"

he spat the words at her , raising his hand, shaking with his anger. “I will not show you any mercy... I will beat you and rape you until you beg me for death!” he screamed.

She backed up against the pole. Her heart was pounding. The tears were still wet on her cheeks. "I don't care. You do to my body whatever your sick mind comes up with." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "but you will not touch me, you will never lay your mouth on me intimatly like that. I am not yours. And I never will be. Never!"

My heart belongs to someone else. You cannot take that away from me.

She closed her eyes. She could feel the wind as his hand was coming down to strike her.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!?” an unknown voice yelled.

Iris waited a few heartbeats. Not feeling the pain of Dyante’s strike. She opened her eyes to see him standing before her, his eyes on the door.

Her eyes traveled to where he was looking.

…all the color drained from her face.

No. it couldn’t be. This was impossible…

She felt the pit of this horrible nightmare plummet to unimaginable cruelty and agony. The very darkest, deepest depth of hell now staring at her in the face. Smiling.

Fhremus.