The Trace Which Remains

Beware, in this chapter is SERIOUS torture and abuse. Please review!

Chapter 11: ...to sin again...

Darth Morata settled into her starfighter, an archaic Jedi work she had captured and modified years ago- mulling over her plots.

Severeth's disappearance was no matter. Puppets were a cred a thousand- as evidenced by how thoroughly her plan was working- her spies within the Alliance were doing their job efficiently. Morata had given up on Severeth months ago. He was weak, anyway.

All was proceeding quite... well, if the Lady of the Sith had to say.

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Luke clenched his eyes shut, expecting the rusted dagger to slice him any moment, when his
thin patient's robe was ripped off of him. His eyes flew open as the nature of their intended torture surfaced in his mind.

'Oh, no...'

One of the masked figures cackled, shoving him onto his back and planting a boot squarely in the middle of his chest. The pressure increased until Luke's vision was swimming from lack of breath, his shoulders straining as he was forced to lie heavily on his bound wrists. His pants were quickly shredded, leaving a near-panic in Luke's mind as he recalled an all-too-similar encounter with Palpatine.

"Look, Gamma- he ain't even excited! What're we gonna do about that?" A flush of shame
reddened Luke's face at the blunt words.

"What do you think, Epsilon? We laugh and do what we want! We don't want any sperm of a
Sithspawn touching us, anyway- do we, men?"

The others nodded their assent, although Luke could swear that he saw one of them nod with
less enthusiasm than the others. That one turned his back to the others, and said, "Have your fun- I'll guard the door."

Luke forced his eyes and mind shut- he knew what was coming, and did NOT want his father
to suffer through him.

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Anakin would have retched, if his stomach had anything in it. As it was, he fell to the floor of his cell, curled into a protective position.

Luke's fear had been bad enough, but to be closed off from him- it was terrifying Anakin.

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"Are you sure... you know where we're going?" An out-of-breath physician asked Leia as they sprinted through the halls, taking emergency lifts down and racing against time itself.

"I know my brother's sense, Severeth- he went this way," she growled through gritted teeth. She hadn't known Home One was this large- she just hoped they wouldn't be too late.

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Luke bore the torture with all the patience he could summon from his Jedi training- isolating himself from the pain as his flesh was sliced, as the five men involved mingled their matter with his blood. He forced the taste of their bitter seed out of his mind, for he could not force it out of his mouth.

But when the leader- the one they called Alpha- pulled out a stun baton, waving it in front of Luke's face, crackling with energy- his barriers fell.

'Lightning!'

He began to sob hysterically as the leader brought the baton to Luke's ear, screeching with electricity, and Luke screamed as it contacted the sensitive lobe.

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Anakin dug his fingernails into his calves, forehead pressed to his knees, as his son's anguish coursed through him like a blaze. He let out an inhuman howl of helpless despair...

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Panting for breath, his throat raw from screaming, Luke lay on his stomach, lashes from rope and wire and belts crossing over his back like a sick representation of Coruscant's skyways, sweat and tears and semen and blood pooling on the slick deck beneath him. His defenses shattered, his mind swarming with fear and agony, Luke begged the Force to end it soon.

However, the masked guards had other plans.

The leader brought the stun baton down, hard, once, twice, thrice... countless times upon Luke's bruised and bloody back, causing Luke to shriek in pain each time. Finally, the abuse stopped, leaving Luke quivering on the deck, sobbing, although his tears had long run out.

Then, two men grabbed each of his legs, forcing them apart to the point where his hips no
longer seemed properly in joint. The leader grabbed Luke's balls in a durasteel grip, slowly crushing them as a wail tore from Luke's sore chest, his dry, raw throat, his cracked, bleeding lips, echoing off of the walls of the small closet and pounding in his ears like the howl of a krayt dragon.

But even through this unimaginable pain, Luke still felt it when the sizzling stun baton entered his rectum at an inhuman speed.

His vision exploded white.

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"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The Princess fell to the ground, suddenly collapsing into a heap. Severeth,
with discipline that came only from years of Sith training and similar torture, forced the bile back into his stomach and rushed to her side.

"Highness, can you go on?" Her eyes were unfocused, her breath unsteady, but she forced
rhythm into her breath, closing her eyes to compose herself. Leaning on his shoulder for
support, she rose shakily to her feet.

"I have to."

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Strangely, the cell hall was abandoned, and Mothma had no trouble getting through. The door to Anakin's cell opened on a shaking, sobbing mess of a man, with gashes torn in his legs and arms. Mon Mothma gasped, and gestured to her personal guards to override the cell's five-door seal. Kneeling by the former Sith, Mothma asked, "What's happened?"

All the weakened prisoner could say was, "Luke..."

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By the time Leia and Severeth reached the level Luke was on, the guards were gone.
Severeth looked at Leia questioningly, and she nodded. "Open the door."

The sight they came upon was straight from a nightmare. Dangling by his wrists and ankles
from the ceiling by wires tied around the lighting fixtures, Luke bled all over the floor, head slack and shoulders dislocated. Leia rushed to him, but Severeth held her back, shaking his head. Carefully, he pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and pulled a large seal-sack from a pocket. Leia watched him make his way around Luke, to reach towards Luke's backside...

What was that thing? A third of a meter long, easily as thick as Leia's wrist, black and
electrical and covered in blood...

"Stun baton. Normally used in riot control." Severeth's voice was low, and the disgust was
clear in his voice as he sealed the bag around the weapon.

"Oh, no..." Leia fell to her knees, fighting back tears of horror. "Who did this?"

"Hold on." Severeth handed her the sack of clothing that had been for Anakin, and said, "I
think he needs this. Hold onto him through the bag- I need to cut him down."

Shaking, Leia wrapped the opened bag around Luke's torso carefully. Out of a pocket,
Severeth pulled a tool and activated it-

-a red lightsaber.

Her eyes widened as he sliced through the wire bonds that kept her brother like a marionette, and she cautiously lowered the deadweight to the floor, wanting to scream and kill and curl into a ball and cry all at the same time.

Severeth pulled a comlink out of yet another pocket and recited, "In need of a team of medics to level negative-twenty-four, supply closet 08917." He then sped around the room, gathering samples of blood and semen and anything else that could be important. Turning to Leia, he muttered, "I was always told that my origin was in forensics." There was no grin with the jest, however.

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After Anakin was secured in a bed in sickbay, hands bound to prevent more self-damage,
Mothma turned and told her guards to find Luke. But before the command was even completed, a young man ran up to her and said in a rush, "There's no need, m'lady. I know where he is."

"Who are you?"

"I'm one of the guards that was watching Vader. My comrades- they took Skywalker. I... I was with them."

"Then lead the way, please."

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