TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
What did that bitch do to you?"
"You want to know what she did to me?”. Kaydia's voice was an angry lash as she struggled against him, the movements of her body a nightmare parody of their times together. Then, before he could respond, she took advantage of their connection and struck at him through the Force.
Memory flooded through him, too fast and too violent to process or resist. He felt the embedded SIN modules shred his nerves with exquisite pain/pleasure sensations, and the sting of a needle just before the numbness of inertia flooded his veins. Felt the heady guilt/need of Linora's touch. Screamed with tormented despair as chains rattled as her fourth rapist violated her while Linora watched...
Curled on the rooftop, he was dimly aware of the lightsaber leaping to Kaydia's hand. She'd kill him now, he knew. At Linora's demand. And because he'd failed her. Worst of all, there was nothing he could do to stop her. Months of horror tore through his mind, overwhelming any chance he could regain control before...
"Harlan!"
Shaking, he looked up into the face of Xin Talsen, another member of the auditing staff. "Wha..?"
Xin offered him a hand, pulling him to a sitting position. "You okay, buddy?"
"Uh... I, I think so..." He looked around. "Where... where is she?"
"Ah, man," Xin exclaimed, alarmed. "Sorry, Har. Not trying to cock block!"
"No, no," Quentin assured him, shakily climbing to his feet. "She... she's gone, now."
Xin eyed him and whistled. "Damn. Must be one hell of.a woman."
"You have no idea."
Later...
Alone in his room, Quentin splashed water on his face and stared at his altered features in the mirror. He looked... haunted. Shaken. Tormented.
"She's alive," he whispered, meaning both women simultaneously. "She's alive," he repeated, voice a little stronger.
He turned on his heel and crossed the room, throwing open a case. "Kaydia's alive. And I failed her twice now, when she needed me most." He began extracting tools and concealed parts from the case.
"Not again," he vowed, getting to work. "Not again."
"You want to know what she did to me?”. Kaydia's voice was an angry lash as she struggled against him, the movements of her body a nightmare parody of their times together. Then, before he could respond, she took advantage of their connection and struck at him through the Force.
Memory flooded through him, too fast and too violent to process or resist. He felt the embedded SIN modules shred his nerves with exquisite pain/pleasure sensations, and the sting of a needle just before the numbness of inertia flooded his veins. Felt the heady guilt/need of Linora's touch. Screamed with tormented despair as chains rattled as her fourth rapist violated her while Linora watched...
Curled on the rooftop, he was dimly aware of the lightsaber leaping to Kaydia's hand. She'd kill him now, he knew. At Linora's demand. And because he'd failed her. Worst of all, there was nothing he could do to stop her. Months of horror tore through his mind, overwhelming any chance he could regain control before...
"Harlan!"
Shaking, he looked up into the face of Xin Talsen, another member of the auditing staff. "Wha..?"
Xin offered him a hand, pulling him to a sitting position. "You okay, buddy?"
"Uh... I, I think so..." He looked around. "Where... where is she?"
"Ah, man," Xin exclaimed, alarmed. "Sorry, Har. Not trying to cock block!"
"No, no," Quentin assured him, shakily climbing to his feet. "She... she's gone, now."
Xin eyed him and whistled. "Damn. Must be one hell of.a woman."
"You have no idea."
Later...
Alone in his room, Quentin splashed water on his face and stared at his altered features in the mirror. He looked... haunted. Shaken. Tormented.
"She's alive," he whispered, meaning both women simultaneously. "She's alive," he repeated, voice a little stronger.
He turned on his heel and crossed the room, throwing open a case. "Kaydia's alive. And I failed her twice now, when she needed me most." He began extracting tools and concealed parts from the case.
"Not again," he vowed, getting to work. "Not again."