-The not so distant past.-

The woosh of flashing lights ran across the back wall silhouetting her figure as she looked down at her captive. There were rumors of the Jedi being sent out here, sent to rescue the missing senator she had so easily come across. This was a problem, she had to get information, now. Urgency was not welcomed, wanted, or enjoyed. It meant the treatment of the prize was more brutal. She came so highly recommended in the game of seeking answers and it would be such a shame to disappoint. Answers would be gained no matter the cost at the expense of the victim.

Victim of the day? Senator Andu! The question, location. Wording the question, priceless, strategic, and important in so many ways. The snap, click, and pop of her treasured kit came, along with the terror bringing hums breaking from behind her closed lips. Golden hues lifted on a light yet glorious tool. She traced it tenderly, almost lovingly with her tan finger tips. Gloves were slid on her uncovered hand slowly, the other one had already been covered to handle touching around the room. The crimson robes she wore, swayed, today would need to option of blood blending with fabric, a pure form of finesse.

Already the woman was bleeding, having already administered a heavy beating, just to get the point across that she meant business. Senator Andu was already horrified, scared beyond her wits as her pale blue eyes looked upon her captor. Sapphire tears were already falling, pouring, soon to stain against her restrained legs. Hands were shaking against the arm of her prison like chair, thick leather straps holding them in place. Her head already stripped of every single strand of her hair. More and more she was being stripped of her identity. Pitiful, sad little woman.

Turning, the steps were made in slow closing motions, closer, closer, closer, her captor came. Honey sweet and horrifying was the woman?s voice,? Good after noon Senator? I have some questions you will answer, but first I will be civil and see if you can cooperate before my pretty toy has its way.? A star tipped device lifted in her hand as she smirked. Almost, it looked harmless, as if it was nothing associated with bodily harm. Yet it was meant for just that.

It was set down before the senator at eye level,? This toy is for the removal of flesh, unnecessary items like the fingers, toes, nose, eyes, and even ears, perhaps your tongue as well, but I?d rather prefer keeping that item intact. It sneaks it?s way through the flesh and between joints with ease, very painful for the victim of course, but easy for me. It allows me to use little energy as I pull back and listen to flesh and screams tearing from its owner.? She was smirking now as she paced before the senator. Arms were folded in her back as she made her tone sustain that mater of fact tone,? The more you cooperate, the less is left to rot on the floor, and the more is left on your body.? So nice to her captive.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. Time was wasting and she hated being rushed. Leaning forwards a gloved hand trailed over the bare head of the Senator, she smirked when her hand was coiled away from. There was a whimper falling from the sobbing lips of the woman her captor insisted on horrifying. It was always interesting to see how easily someone so proud fell.

Then the venomously sweet voice came from the captor?s lips again,? Where are they hiding, give me their location. Give me Senator Qual?s location and no harm will come to you.? It wasn?t a promise, she never made them in cases like this. She?d rather break the woman properly and send her to the trade. Sneering she contemplated, she could break her swiftly, but it would be bloodly, pointless, and usually resulted in a pretty prize dead.

Tears, sweet salty tears fell down her cheeks as she kept her eyes on the star shaped tool. Now that she knew what it was she was horrified, and her captor didn?t make it easier. Too afraid that it would come to life and start the pain without its keeper?s hands. The fear was too much, she couldn?t stand it. She couldn?t breathe. Her lips opened as she thought,? Save myself, they?ll forgive me.? Like that she had shattered, broken at the prospect of living. She wanted to live, her head bowed submissively,? Dantooine.? The name was given.

Cooperation, so sad, she would have loved to hear her scream. None the less she patted the woman?s head and sighed as she came around. Fingers wrapping around the star shaped tool as she leaned in to whisper in the senator?s ear,? We thank you for your information.. They will be in safe hands soon enough.? Then she paused as she looked up, the alarms had been tripped, they were coming. Snarling she looked down at the woman as she gritted her teeth,? If I find out you lied to me, we will be like this again. Believe me when I say you will crave for pain in the end, in the end you will become nothing more than a groveling slut begging for your master?s attention. I will see to it that you are sold to the most distasteful bidder.? Her words were venom, that was a promise she intended to keep,? And just so you don?t ever forget.?

It came, shrill and pained. Her screams her bloody lust. The star like object slid down between the joins of the knuckles as it clamped down. One by one finger was ripped from their place and left to topple on the floor. Blood sprayed forwards and poured from her now fingerless hand. Soon after that the item was stowed along with the rest of the items in her kit. A quick picture was taking at the whimpering, battered, bloodied, and fingerless Senator as she sat there, utterly powerless.

Time to go. Information to deliver and the smell of Jedi was coming closer. It was time for a well placed withdraw from the scenes of blood and delicious pain. One more broken and added to her collection, even if she did let it get away. There was no time to take the little one to market, she would slow down the getaway.

Humming as she heard them enter in the room. The scream of the Jedi calling out made her look back and curse. Kit safely in her hands she picked up her pace as she slipped away. Fingers curling in her pockets for the key to her escape. Growling she pulled up her blaster and turned behind a corner lifting it to her side as she peered around the edge of the corner.

There was a cruel cackle from her lips as she called out to the pretty following her, she knew someone had disobeyed their master,? Come come little one, yes that?s right, avenge the Senator.? Laughing darkly as she waited. Wondering what would come her way for lingering, but for now she delighted in them glimpsing a hint of who was capable of traumatizing so many recently.

Brows lifting she licked her lips, waiting as she kept her body moving towards escape. Getting anxious as she kicked open the door behind her she was at the ship. Grinning she plopped her kit in the storage and looked around the buzzing city she had found many a room to hide in. Again her eyes moved to the door as she waited, watching for the restless Jedi or learner to come.

Give herself up? Snickering she looked towards the door as the girl came into view. She looked like a learner. Rolling her eyes she waved her free hand as she spoke,? Give? I don?t give. Not unless there is a benefit to it. And you don?t have the proper capital for me to just give precious.? Sneering her brows narrowed as her eyes did. She hated Jedi.

Slowly she stepped back into the ship behind her, still looking at the girl as she held up her blaster. Snickering again she wiggled her fingers,? You know, some day you?re going to wake up and wonder what kind of rush I get from hearing them scream, watching their blood stain the floor, and watching them crumble? It?s delicious.? Pausing she scanned the girl,? You should go back to your Master, Pet, disobeying him will surely put him in a tizzy.? Sneering at the girl she gave a cold wink and licked her lips.

Pausing as she slid down into the pilot?s seat she wiggled her fingers to the girl,? Until we meet again little one.? Chuckling darkly she closed the hood on her ship. The flair of engines roared and in a flash of blue fire she was speeding off. Not a care in the world to her as she delivered the information and waited for news, or the chance of a repeat visit to that lovely Senator.

Pure souls would witness the most audacious thing some had ever seen in their life early on one frost bitten November morning. It was the weekend many parents had been eager for, the return of children from their school ventures. Several students were coming home for a week or two to reassure their parents that they were still their children through all their dark and careless secrets. It was the perfect opportunity to strike.

As the train unloaded several unruly college visitors her targets came into sight. Bobbing their red hair for all to see, the two showed it proudly that they were visions of their own innocence. Twins in all their glory were walking right towards her and soon were never to be seen again by the likes of anything or anyone ever again in the over-world.

They would be easy to break once she had them alone. Like a beast she stripped them of all they had ever known. Clothes were torn and sloppily tossed aside. Together their hair was cut to identical and personality less styles. These were the future presents she had hoped for. They were to be handled carefully, not a mark would be made on their hides or elsewhere.

They were bathed gently, until their skin was soft as silk. Through their sobs and their weeping they were told of what would be expected of them. Each moment they were sitting there in silence was one to be humiliating for the other or for both. Together they would experience what it was like to be stripped of their dignity. Eventually she would have their minds and wills broken to her without lifting a finger in ill care or treatment.

It took her days, almost a week to perfect her work and make sure that her results were perfect. By the end of it all they were reciting the duties of their roles as slaves to their masters. Always obedient, always, always submissive to their master?s will and command they would be, even if their master lifted a hand to them in punishment. They were not permitted to coil or turn away from the slightest touch and to embrace their future roles with pride and dignity or face disgrace.

Minds broken at the thought of what may happen to them if they were to fail in their duties, they prepared for what was to come the very next day. As their captor paced behind them in inspection they took their last look as sister to sister and vice versa. It would be where they would part ways. All they could remember were their first names.

Victoria was the eldest and present for Romax Pol, Master of Emilie McCaid. She was the stronger of the two, and it took more time to break her than her twin sister. The determination and will of this girl was what made her all the more perfect for her Master. She would need all the umph she could get.

Jennifer was the youngest and perhaps the better choice for Lord Travanix. She was slender and fair with all the red hair that one could possibly ever have. By far she was the more submissive of the pair, easy to break, and even easier to control and manipulate. This girl was born for her new roles of submission and would serve as a wonderful present.

Still the question remained, how long could she continue to hide the girls until they were opened like a chocolate bar by a needy woman going through that cursed week of blissful hell. Would they be appreciated or tossed aside? Would Emilie pass or would she fail?

Emilie McCaid always hated suspenseful questions.