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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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2,574
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The Suffering
Part Two, and Kale isn't best pleased with Deena...
The Suffering
Imperial Captain Kale Roshuir sat in his office, brooding darkly over images of a cell-bound Deena that he viewed from a small desk screen. He had not been able to get her face from his mind since that disaster on Kalist VI when, due to her betrayal, Rebel forces had attacked, killing many of his men and destroying the penal colony he had once ruled over. Now he finally had her.
Anger permeated Roshuir’s thoughts; he practically shook with rage as he considered Deena’s deviousness. How she had convinced him of the Rebel base’s location; and then so innocently pretended to care for his safety, ensuring he would run straight into the arms of danger…as he had done.
Like a rookie trooper after his first time with a woman, he had fallen for Deena with his head in the stratosphere, not rationally considering the situation. He felt sick to his stomach when he remembered how he was going to ask her to accompany him on his next leave, so the two of them could take more time to get a little closer to one another.
There had been something special there; that was for sure. Something about Deena had intrigued and encouraged him to want to be with her…though he still couldn’t be certain if it was some subconscious inkling of who she truly was…or just a clever deception on her part.
Roshuir’s anger was not only aimed at Deena; it was also aimed at his own foolish self. Despite everything she had done to him - the attempt on his life and the death of so many of his troops - he still had feelings for her. It was like some bad holodrama, only it was very real. And he was trapped in the middle of it, with a cheap Rebel tart in his heart and mind.
Since Kalist VI, he had feverishly dreamed a torrent of sweet, whispered nothings coupled with cruel, painful tortures that he would personally inflict upon her. He would make her suffer as he had suffered since they had parted ways. But no punishment he could devise would ever make her see how he had agonized over her and his own stupidity.
A Rebel spy, the only female he could ever claim to have genuine feelings for, working for the Rebel Alliance to seduce him. She had been the reason he had lost so many warriors in the Thila system.
Such a clever little trap, and he had eaten it straight from her hand. Worse, her betrayal had hurt, breaking his heart; coursing like poison through his veins, corrupting him with thoughts of vengeance in place of a lover’s despair.
Duty had been the only woman he had known for so long. Duty demanded his commitment and loyalty; unlike the illogical, emotional tryst he had shared with Deena. Yet if it came to a choice between the two, he knew which woman he would take.
He felt unclean, dirty over his feelings for her. She was filth. Rebel scum. Part of a brigade of motley insurgents that were terrorizing innocent Imperial civilians, and killing Imperial soldiers in cowardly ambushes that he had been lucky to escape with his life from. So why did he continue to play with fire? Why did she still do this to him?
Questions were being asked about his loyalties. Though no one knew the intimate details about what had transpired between Deena and himself, his superiors were wondering how the Rebels had so easily infiltrated the base. To cast suspicion away from himself, Roshuir felt he must discover the true location of the base…and the prisoner he now watched on the view screen was his only hope.
He just needed to convince himself that the need to protect his reputation was the true reason he was observing Deena so closely every chance he had.
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The Suffering
Imperial Captain Kale Roshuir sat in his office, brooding darkly over images of a cell-bound Deena that he viewed from a small desk screen. He had not been able to get her face from his mind since that disaster on Kalist VI when, due to her betrayal, Rebel forces had attacked, killing many of his men and destroying the penal colony he had once ruled over. Now he finally had her.
Anger permeated Roshuir’s thoughts; he practically shook with rage as he considered Deena’s deviousness. How she had convinced him of the Rebel base’s location; and then so innocently pretended to care for his safety, ensuring he would run straight into the arms of danger…as he had done.
Like a rookie trooper after his first time with a woman, he had fallen for Deena with his head in the stratosphere, not rationally considering the situation. He felt sick to his stomach when he remembered how he was going to ask her to accompany him on his next leave, so the two of them could take more time to get a little closer to one another.
There had been something special there; that was for sure. Something about Deena had intrigued and encouraged him to want to be with her…though he still couldn’t be certain if it was some subconscious inkling of who she truly was…or just a clever deception on her part.
Roshuir’s anger was not only aimed at Deena; it was also aimed at his own foolish self. Despite everything she had done to him - the attempt on his life and the death of so many of his troops - he still had feelings for her. It was like some bad holodrama, only it was very real. And he was trapped in the middle of it, with a cheap Rebel tart in his heart and mind.
Since Kalist VI, he had feverishly dreamed a torrent of sweet, whispered nothings coupled with cruel, painful tortures that he would personally inflict upon her. He would make her suffer as he had suffered since they had parted ways. But no punishment he could devise would ever make her see how he had agonized over her and his own stupidity.
A Rebel spy, the only female he could ever claim to have genuine feelings for, working for the Rebel Alliance to seduce him. She had been the reason he had lost so many warriors in the Thila system.
Such a clever little trap, and he had eaten it straight from her hand. Worse, her betrayal had hurt, breaking his heart; coursing like poison through his veins, corrupting him with thoughts of vengeance in place of a lover’s despair.
Duty had been the only woman he had known for so long. Duty demanded his commitment and loyalty; unlike the illogical, emotional tryst he had shared with Deena. Yet if it came to a choice between the two, he knew which woman he would take.
He felt unclean, dirty over his feelings for her. She was filth. Rebel scum. Part of a brigade of motley insurgents that were terrorizing innocent Imperial civilians, and killing Imperial soldiers in cowardly ambushes that he had been lucky to escape with his life from. So why did he continue to play with fire? Why did she still do this to him?
Questions were being asked about his loyalties. Though no one knew the intimate details about what had transpired between Deena and himself, his superiors were wondering how the Rebels had so easily infiltrated the base. To cast suspicion away from himself, Roshuir felt he must discover the true location of the base…and the prisoner he now watched on the view screen was his only hope.
He just needed to convince himself that the need to protect his reputation was the true reason he was observing Deena so closely every chance he had.
XXX