If At First You Don't Succeed

[Louise]

Excellent, the mute woman replied, speaking as if the Jedi's statement was genuine rather than sarcastic. Evelynn laced her sickly fingers together and offered the snarky creature a smile, polite with an edge of the sinister about it, like your local dentist before a scale and polish. She knew what was coming. The horrors. The beauty.

Nemene made her suggestion, and initially the Silent Sister did not react. She would let a little hint of panic settle in the woman's stomach, make her fear for those beloved lekku first. The dramatics are important, you know.

Finally the young woman turned away, moving to a table of horrors. Blades and hooks, vials and syringes and not to mention various jars housing tiny ravenous creatures. After all, there was more than just one school of torture to study and the Queens of Rattatak were no slouches in those departments. Lightly she fingered a few of the more ornate looking blades, at first stopping at a knife used for skinning before going for her old favourite, an obsidian edge with Kath Hound head hilt.

Now now, sister, she finally responded, turning back to face the Jedi, you have no mind for decent pacing.

Grabbing the Jedi's right hand with her left, the smile turned completely carnivorous. It must be a crescendo. You start small. Without further ado Evelynn began to dig the point of her blade beneath the nail of the Jedi's middle finger, she was agonisingly slow in this process, beginning to completely separate the nail from the digit.

Tell me how this feels.

[member="Asaak Tey"], [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

When the woman in the corner mentioned her lekku, she felt rage. It was hot and thick in her stomach, a pit of snakes she hadn't felt since long before her acceptance to the Jedi Order. She did not want it and yet knowing she shouldn't feel it only made her angrier. She thought that perhaps this was the point. Not only would they break her body, but they would attempt to break her mind, corrupt her. She struggled to swallow her spitting retorts, to banish the red that crawled along the edges of her vision.

It seemed however, that the silent one of the pair had other plans. Although she said nothing - at least not to Asaak - she went not for the lekku but turned with a dark knife, the smile on her face promising exactly what type of pain she was about to deliver.

The red rage gave way to white pain, the agony blinding her as her nail started to part with her flesh. The sensation was layered as the knife pierced through nerve endings and ripped the nail away. She didn't want to scream, to give them the satisfaction, but it was nearly impossible - short little bursts of agony slipped past her lips as her eyes squeezed shut. She wouldn't respond to the blonde woman. Besides...weren't her screams reply enough?

[member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene sat with her legs crossed, watching as Evelynn split the girls nail. She smiled as the girl screeched a little. Oh the pleasant sounds of Jedi screams, Nemene could listen to the noise for hours, it was music to her ears. She smiled slightly as she heard another whimper.

Her hand began to move, pressing graphite against paper and beginning her drawing of the scene before her. She began with the chains, etching out the top of them first. The links slowly coming together as she drew. There was a tight smile on her face each time she looked up, gazing at the scene before her and taking in Evelynn's work.

“I prefer to start big, and get bigger dearest.” She smiled slightly, looking at the Togruta almost threateningly.

Then she returned to her drawing, etching art into the blank piece of paper.
[member="Asaak Tey"] [member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

As Evelynn gave the hellish manicure her smile began to shift, from predatory to placid. Inflicting pain, receiving, the mute received pleasure from all manners of torment inflicted. You know I prefer the build-up, sister. She continued along the girl's hand, absorbing the sweet nectar of those almost restrained screams. The torn-off chitin would fall to the ground at their feet, inaudible and forgotten.

Once she had stripped the entire hand of nails the girl took a step back, frowning slightly.

I asked you to describe how it felt, the blonde girl whispered into the Jedi's mind, you will find that I am the more benevolent sister. If you cannot comply you'll have to deal with her, she reached out, drawing those skeletal fingers down the woman's right lekku, and you know what she wants. So be a good girl, for your own sake.

Returning to the table of joy, Evelynn swapped out the bloody blade for a couple of the large hooks. Her personal favourite objects of pleasure.

Once again she stood before the Togruta, pinching a portion of flesh at the girl's left hip. Tell me how this feels. Without further ado the Silent Sister pushed the hook through flesh. Small beginnings. Eventually the Jedi would be begging to feel the kiss of the hooks again.

[member="Asaak Tey"], [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

If Asaak thought the pain would subside when the blond woman was done tearing the nails from her hand she was sorely mistaken. In a way it did - there was no more immediate, screaming fury. But it was replaced by an agony equally as insidious: a deep, raw, throbbing she thought she might hate even more than the act that had brought it on.

It clung to her.

She recoiled when the woman's fingers pressed to her lekku, disgust curling her lip. Every whispered word whirling around in her head was like ice and she knew she should at least mildly humor her captors. But she also felt that no matter how she capitulated to their demands she would find herself in increasing pain. She refused to debase herself to them when it would gain her nothing - Asaak thought it unlikely that she would escape the room without dealing with the brunette sister regardless of any eloquent story she could provide to the blond.

As [member="Evelynn"] turned to procure some other sick toy Asaak looked up at the chains holding her in place. The Force was her ally, the thing she had dedicated her life to understanding and using. She reached out, testing the integrity of the binds and pouring all her power in to ripping them from the ceiling. But whenever she pushed it felt like...a short circuit, as if her connection were somehow severely dampened. When the blond came back with the hook Asaak felt her throat closing, panic clawing at her. She tried to give it to the Force, to sink away and sequester herself from the pain. When the hook pierced through her skin she was sure that the two sisters had seen to more than just the physical aspect of their games - Asaak was deprived of any comfort at all, with no way to alleviate her pain or escape it.

When the pain fell to a steady and potent ache, her scream subsided, she asked through pants in a voice thin with pain: "Why?" Whether she was asking why the woman needed to know how it felt or why they were torturing her at all was a mystery, even to the young Jedi.

[member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene let out a giggle as the girl screamed, smiling as she finally drew the Togrutas head. This was a delight. Usually she took the lead in these things, she never had time for her art, but this time, this time it was different. She could draw this time, she could finally keep the scene forever, not just as a memory.

She let out another laugh as the girl questioned their motive, what a silly thing to say.

“Allow me to answer her sister.” Momentarily she put her pencil down, letting the pad rest on her lap. “Tell me padawan, what did your Masters teach you about Sith? Hmmm? What did they tell you about us?”

Her voice was questioning, but almost sultry. Clearly she was genuinely curious, though she also seemed to already know the answer. The Queen of Rattatak looked at the Togruta expectantly, though she did not signal for Evelynn to stop her torture.

After all, the girl would be more forthcoming with a bit of her flesh gone.
[member="Asaak Tey"] [member="Evelynn"]

 

[Rasu Gan]

The flight to Makeb had been a quiet one, with Rasu's attempts at making conversation having failed. Both of the Jedi's minds seemed to be focused entirely on Asaak, already having sensed her pain through the Force. The Jedi Master could sense that Moroi had feelings for her Padawan, however she did not know how far these feelings stretched. She had to make sure that these emotions did not get in the way of his safety or anyone else's during this rescue attempt, distractions could prove fatal if not suppressed or controlled. She'd be lying if her own emotions were on edge, drawing on the Togruta's pain that could be felt through the Force. However she would remain calm, knowing that letting her feelings get the better of her would only put Asaak's life at greater risk.

As their fighter touched down on Makeb's surface, Rasu snuck a quick glimpse behind her at Moroi, seeing how the man was faring. She decided against probing his mind, knowing that in such a fragile mood, it would be best that she was not discovered digging into his privacy. Lifting the cockpit canopy, she hopped out of her seat, landing nimbly on the ground beside the craft. She had left her more traditional Jedi robes at Coruscant, now garbed in her light armor bestowed upon her during the invasion of Korriban. Fragments of armor resting upon her light brown tunic, molded to fit her Mirialan form, which everyone had become so accustomed to. Reaching out with the Force, she latched onto [member="Asaak Tey"]'s force aura, making sure she knew the two Jedi were here and not far, her rescue was imminent. Tracing back from the Togruta's location, Rasu tried to locate some form of entry into the Sith's hideout, using her student as an anchor, she moved backwards, discovering a large maze-like cavern system below them that would take them towards her Padawan's cell. Following this path with her mind, she soon visualised a dark cave, protruding from the earth. With the entrance located, Rasu prepped herself for the operation. As soon as they entered the cavern network, they would be in Sith territory, filled with traps and who knew what else. They would have to be cautious but quick. Asaak's ordeal would soon be over, she would make sure of it.

Raising her voice, for Moroi to hear, she spoke. "I've located Asaak, Moroi, but before we go, I want you to make sure you are prepared for the operation. I can sense your feelings for my student and myself are distracting you. I want to make you are mentally prepared before we embark, otherwise you can remain with the fighter. Am I clear?" she asked. She would not have him take part if she knew that his emotions would get in the way.

[member="Moroi Wareyasui"] [member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

Evelynn's breathing took a turn to the orgasmic as the hook slid in. Clean and sleek metal came in and through the other side it came out, born in blood. The Silent Sister inflicted these very hooks upon herself from time-to-time, and they brought her the utmost pleasure.

There was a pause however, as the Togruta posed her question. Why? The answer for the mute was simple. For fun. It would always be for fun. The act of pain, inflicting and receiving unfortunately brought her great joy, sent her heart racing and shivers of primal pleasure up her very spine. She had not always been that way, of course, but nobody truly escapes an encounter with Nemene Talith unscathed.

However she kept to herself, letting Nemene speak instead.

Instead the blonde was content to stand and manipulate the hook just ever so slightly, tugging and twisting, seeing how far she could pull the hook until the woman's flesh was threatening to rip and tear and then she stopped. For second Evelynn merely stood eyelids fluttering shut taking pleasure still evident on those wavering breaths as blood trickled down from the slightly stretched hole.

Then with untold fury the Silent Sister ripped it out.

[member="Asaak Tey"], [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

Both answers - the one shot back to her as a question from the brunette and the simple two-word proclamation - gave her deeper insight in to the women who'd seen fit to snatch her from the alley. (She refused to think about how her selflessness had gotten her in to this mess, too scared of the consequences of that trail of thought.)

When the sister in the corner called her "Padawan" it made her shiver - how could something she was so proud of sound so disgusting in the stranger's mouth?

"I was taught that the Sith let their anger and fear control them. They use the dark side of the Force because it makes them powerful, but that doing so is the easy way out," she answered. The words were not a recital.

The blond woman kept tugging on the hook and the feeling of the metal sliding back and forth was sickening. All she wanted was a moment of peace, a moment of where she could reconnect to the Force and trust it to numb her. Her wishes it seemed, were granted though not in the way she had dreamed of. As the hook burst from her skin, her flesh peeling back from the stretch and break, she screamed even louder than before, blood welling and spilling in to streams traveling slowly down leg. The stark red against the pure white of the chamber would stay with her forever.

Isolated, in a chamber somehow blocking her from any connection with the outside world, she could not feel the reassurance her Master sent despite how desperately she needed it. She couldn't feel that Moroi had accompanied her. Her pain was a beacon in the Force for anyone who might be near but as far as she knew she and these two women were the sole creatures on a planet in the outermost reaches of the galaxy, alone.

[member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

 

[Moroi Wareyasui]

Their trip to Makeb was not pleasant for Moroi. He spent the majority of it with his eyes tightly shut, dreading and hanging on to every pang of pain his friend endured as they continued to flash through his mind. He did not even have time to lament being in a spaceship, nor did he entertain any of Master Gan's attempts at conversation. Now wasn't the time, it was definitely not the time, he barely even noticed the that he was stuck in a ship with her and didn't pay any heed to her words at the moment. His mind was so focused on [member="Asaak Tey"] and trying to do whatever little he could to reach her through the force that [member="Rasu Gan"] may as well not have even been there. At that point in time, Moroi did not especially care what distractions were fatal, or if they were even distractions. His objective was Asa, that was it. He was going to save her regardless of what Master Gan perceived to be distractions.

As soon as the vessel touched down on Makeb's surface and the roof of the fighter raised, Moroi leaped from the fighter, landing softly and bursting toward the source of Asaak's pain before he was quickly stopped in his tracks by Master Gan. Skidding to a halt, her words washed over him and surprisingly, did not cause anger to wash over him. Despite his somewhat hostile feelings toward her for letting his friend be taken by these monsters, he knew that she still had her best interest at heart. That did not however, remove the emotions that she perceived to be distractions. If anything it bolstered them. The notion that, if she left him at the ship, that he would actually stay there was adorable in and of itself. Moroi was nothing if not determined to a fault and if his friend was suffering, there was absolutely no way she was going to get him to keep still. However, her suggestion did provide a unique opportunity. Moroi stood still, fuming for a second, as the plan began to weave in to his mind. There was no way he was going to stay at the ship, that wasn't going to happen, but Master Gan's presence was strong, frighteningly so, and there was very little chance that she wasn't going to draw the attention of the Sith. Comparatively, Moroi might as well be invisible. In addition, his background as a thief gave him ample opportunity to pass through defenses unnoticed, especially if the defenses were focused on someone else. This might actually be their best bet to rescue Asa and Master Gan was a powerful Master, she should be able to defend herself against whatever these sith can throw at her. The boy slowly turned and made his way back to their fighter, not bothering to hide the distress and bitterness that gripped him.

"If you wish, Master. I'll remain at the fighter and prep it for departure."

Hopefully, Master Yinch did not bother to tell her just how obstinately stubborn his Padawan was.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene let out another giggle at the girls words.

“And do we seem like we let out anger and fear control us?” She smiled, it was a wide smirking smile as if she knew something that the girl did not. “Do we seem as though we are afraid? As though we are angry?”

She let out a chuckle. Oh it was true that Nemene felt anger, perhaps more than any other Sith would like to admit. But she did not use the darkside because of that anger, she did not surrender to the sweet embrace of the force due to her anger, no. For her it was a conscious decision. She knew the darkside loomed, she knew what it did, and she chose to take it into her regardless.

“The Darkside is no different than the light. The only change is that we embrace our passions, while the light denies themselves theirs.” Nemene purred slightly and picked up the pencil again. She began to draw the Togruta again, faster this time.

The scene in front of her now was quite beautiful now and she wished to capture it in full. “We are teaching you to embrace your passion, through ours.”

She looked up and smiled at the girl, then drew another line.
[member="Evelynn"] [member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Louise]

While Nemene spoke Evelynn took the opportunity to experience a new taste sensation. As if in her own little world the girl took the bloody hook and without a moment of hesitation inserted the tool into her mouth. Her tongue frolicked and wrapped itself around the still warm metal, cleaning it of all vital fluids. The physical essence of life, so sweet. The girl smiled to herself as she found herself getting carried away.

Eventually however she turned back to the table of horrors, grey eyes flicking over each instrument of terror with zeal. Setting the hook down her hand snaked towards a jar. Creature comforts. Carefully opening the perforated lid, she plucked out a fat little slug. A Lyran bloodslug if one was to enquire.

Just one. For now.

So elated the girl almost waltzed up to the Togruta, with the ominious parasite sat happily in the palm of her hand. The creature would not attack her, her creatures would never attack her.

By tearing the hook out she had effectively given the slug one less job to do, there was no need to burrow through skin, the entrance had already been made. Holding her hand at the wound Evelynn's eyes lit up with joy as the creature began to squirm and slither towards the blood. A happy new home.

There would be agony. Death by bloodslug is a long and torturous fate, it would take weeks with just one. Death however, was not the goal and as the creature buried into the wound the Silent Sister looked up at the girl.

If you're a very good girl I'll remove him. Do you understand?

[member="Asaak Tey"], [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

She did not want to listen to the dark-haired woman. She didn't want to contemplate the sense she seemed to be making. The sisters were obviously sick - evidenced clearly by the way the blonde of the pair was sucking on the hook like some delicious candy - but, no. They were clearly not afraid. And neither of them seemed angry. She still had no desire to be like either of them but...there was a hideous dent in her understanding now, a question that had never been there before. It shook her faith. Her face remained neutral besides the pain that obviously lined every feature, giving away none of the uncertainty that [member="Nemene Talith"] had so insidiously planted. But her quiet was just as much an answer as responding at all. Somehow that was worse than what had been done to her so far.

However [member="Evelynn"] seemed to be determined to change that as she presented a tiny creature writhing in her palm. The words came again in her head like ice and despite the fact that Asaak did not want to oblige her, had no intentions of being the "good girl" that Evelynn wanted, she could not help herself. She moaned in pain as the slug slipped in her open wound though the sound easily peaked in to an agonized scream, one leading right in to the next as if he slug was using her agony to find a spot that would hurt even more. She could feel it slithering through her insides, finding a place to settle. The rank disgust of knowing something was exploring her guts, meant to eat her from the inside, poison and devour her, made her feel anger and fear. She truly struggled against her bonds for the first time, the chains clinking and waving loudly with her thrashing which only seemed to egg on the slug, tears spilling down her face. "Get it out of me, get it out!" she spit, her pleas a mixture of anger and agony.

[member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene simply sat in the corner of the room, working on her art. She did not speak any more words, she did not need to. The seed was planted in the padawans mind, and trying to convince her further would only diminish what she had already put into place. There was no need to add more...unless the padawan asked of course.

So instead of speaking, she drew.

Slowly on the pad of paper the image began to form together, The Togruta suspended in mid air, Nemene's sister stabbing, prodding, and pushing. It was a beautiful picture, one drawn in grays. She smiled as she drew Evelynn's face, pleased with how this was going.

Both the drawing, and her sisters fun.
[member="Evelynn"] [member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Louise]

It was delicious candy.

The slug went to work, eager for a feast and the Jedi reacted perfectly. Insects, of course, were terrific tools of torture. They already had the distinct advantage of the phobia. Slugs perhaps not so much but the creepies and the crawlies across the galaxy were capable of drawing shudders and squeals from the masses just by existing.

Poor things. Unfortunate stigmas. Is it because they're so small? The fact that they squirm, or have too many legs, or can crawl across your own flesh without you even knowing? No, they don't sell themselves very well, do they?

Evelynn loved them all the same.

Relax. Taking a single step forward the Silent Sister wrapped her arms around the Togruta and pressed her cheek against her navel, as if trying to listen to the woman's inner workings. No matter how hard she would thrash Evelynn would remain. You'll find...

Through her innate bond with the bloodslug she felt the creature, coursing through her skin, feasting off of her viscera slowly, agonisingly and it made the mute's heart sing.

...that if you just try to embrace the pain...

Still pressed up against the Jedi Evelynn jabbed a wicked bony finger straight into the open wound.

...that you might just like it.

[member="Asaak Tey"], [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

The insidious seed had been planted in her mind and as the slug burrowed in to her and both women looked pleased, relaxed...Asaak began to wonder.

As [member="Evelynn"] pressed herself up against the Togruta, listening for the slug exploring her insides, Asaak shook against the chains again. Whether there was something keeping her weak or she had truly been so drained already (already, already, it had only been five minutes and it felt like forever), she could not fight. There was no escape within her mind. There was no where to run from the woman who seemed to be experiencing something akin to a religious experience as she slid her finger inside Asaak's wound. The Jedi screamed louder than any time before, an indescribable pain whiting her vision as the movements of the slug and the blond woman's finger pressing against her peritoneum combined in a symphony of pain.

No matter how hard Asaak tried to push her off, the blond woman stayed fast against her abdomen. [member="Nemene Talith"] seemed to have gone back to her drawing and Asaak felt even sicker than before. Stupid how the dark haired woman seemed to make a situation even more despicable just by being in the same room. She had questions, but they were all buried beneath her screams and the fear that even if she escaped she would feel Evelynn prodding her in her nightmares, see Talith's dark hair sweeping past in her sleep.

[member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene sat in the corner, doodling away on her drawing for several more minutes as her sister worked on the Torgruta girl. She drew line after line, etching Evelynns face until it was near expression. Then finally she placed the pencil down on her lap. She inspected her drawing, smiling at it and licking her lips slightly in satisfaction. Oh yes, this was absolutely divine.

“Dearest Sister.” Nemene said catching Evelynn's attention.

She flipped the drawing around, revealing it to Evelynn and Asaak. The drawing was a near perfect copy of the scene in front of her. She had drawn Asaak bound in chains, she had Evelynns stand in front of her, she had even drawn slight lines caused by the parasite. The only difference was around Asaak's torso. A small metal device hung around her ribcage, a large metal band with a screw on one end. Both sides gripped into the girls side and a winding mechanism was attached to the top.

It was a vice.

Nemene waved a hand in front of the drawing. The suggestion was quite clear, and gruesome.
[member="Asaak Tey"] [member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

For what must have felt like an agonising forever Evelynn remained pressed up upon the unfortunate Jedi, only releasing the odd whisper of orgasmic breathing.

The Silent Sister in any other situation was usually a sea of calm. A mute that spent the most of her time stewing in silent contemplation. In her day-to-day task she was polite, she was dignified, she was a Queen but this was not a day-to-day task, this was down time, this was pleasure and if there's anything that I've taught you so far it was this:

Pain is pleasure.

It just so happened that pain released the frail woman's bestial side, something only witnessed by Nemenee, the broken and the dead.

The sister caught her attention and the macabre sketch would help bring delicious ideas to life.

Softly she pushed herself off of the Jedi and back to the table of torment. The vice. So simple. So brilliant. A wicked smile played upon her features as she lightly fingered the metal contraption.

Evelynn returned to the Togruta's hanging form, moving to the right side of the woman. The vice was positioned near the top of the torso, right about where the ribs began if you want the dirty details.

Then she began to turn.

You know...

Turn turn turn.

It was tight now, but not yet entirely painful, the slug would be keeping her far too distracted in terms of pain but in anticipation there was nothing like it. The next few turns would be a giggle. Unbearable pressure being heaped upon her bones, they would eventually break if she did not stop.

And Evelynn would not stop.

...you can beg if you like.

[member="Asaak Tey"], [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

There it was - that shiny bead of panic that Asaak had been trying desperately to keep at bay. It had been anger, anger, anger and she had only gotten deeper in the mire of fury for getting to that emotion in the first place. But the panic felt like losing and she hated that even more. As the vice closed around her ribs she felt it, white-hot on top of the sheer intense pain of the creature [member="Evelynn Zambrano"] had released inside her.

She imagined terrible things, nightmares unleashed by the horror she suddenly knew all too well existed in the world. As the vice tightened she imagined her ribs cracking, a sharp crack like a stick underfoot and the sharp ends poking through her lungs and collapsing her and the feeling of being unable to breathe. And what if the slug found a way in to that collapsed lung, responding to some kind of signal that meant "eat here, destroy her, she's dying don't you know?" and what if it crawled up her esophagus, tearing and biting and then up through her throat and crawled, slimy and prehistoric from deep in her belly out of her mouth and over her tongue.

It was horrifying, and just her imagination alone had her gasping for air. As the vice clamped around her she had the momentary urge to beg, to plead, to promise them anything they wanted. But force she was stubborn and she would rather feel that vice crack her open and let them play with her insides than ever ask them for something she knew she wouldn't receive regardless of how she "behaved". Were her screams enough, a symphony or agony and rage as she could swear she heard her skeleton crack with the pressure? Was the look in those big amber eyes, was that enough, tears and pain and despair, despair, despair? "I won't beg you for mercy I won't receive," she said, her voice a horrible rasp of pain, short as she couldn't get enough air with the vice clamped around her.

The weakness in her tone was enough to show just what they were doing.

She was breaking like her ribs.

[member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene watched with fascination as her sister turned the vice, hearing the sound of bones bending and breaking sent a pleasant chill up her spine and she let out a soft almost sickening giggle as she heard the first of the ribs snap under the pressure of the vice. She clapped her hands, cheering on her sister as she continued her work.

Then she stood, one fluid motion rising to her heels. She replaced the drawing where she had been sitting, so Asaak would have full view of it at all times.

“And who says you shall not receive it?” Nemene said as she walked towards the girl, her heels clicking against the soft white floor. Reaching the girl she placed a finger on her broken ribcage, stepping around her and dragging her nail on already marred skin. She smiled, stopping as she stood behind the Togruta “We are kind Goddesses after all.”

She seductively spoke in the womans ear, a snake in the garden.
[member="Evelynn Zambrano"] [member="Asaak Tey"]