Vrak Nashar
Character
[member="Irid"]
"Are nothing." He finished her sentence for her. It was not what she would have said of course, far from it he would guess, but that hardly mattered. This girl had been beaten, broken, like so many others that he had taken from here. She would not come easily, but to Vrak that hardly mattered. Time would build her up, time would allow her to become something that she could have only dreamed of, something that he could use.
Not this sniveling wretch.
"Your freedom is not their to give." Vrak's voice turned cold. "It is mine."
The weapon was still held out. "This is not an offer. This is not a choice."
It may have seemed that way, but in truth Vrak would be dragging her out of this room kicking and screaming. She had power, strength enough to match some of the Purebloods back home. That was significant, enough so that he wouldn't even bother with convincing her if it came to that.
"The Masters will say nothing." The lightsaber rolled towards her. "For you will silence them."
"Are nothing." He finished her sentence for her. It was not what she would have said of course, far from it he would guess, but that hardly mattered. This girl had been beaten, broken, like so many others that he had taken from here. She would not come easily, but to Vrak that hardly mattered. Time would build her up, time would allow her to become something that she could have only dreamed of, something that he could use.
Not this sniveling wretch.
"Your freedom is not their to give." Vrak's voice turned cold. "It is mine."
The weapon was still held out. "This is not an offer. This is not a choice."
It may have seemed that way, but in truth Vrak would be dragging her out of this room kicking and screaming. She had power, strength enough to match some of the Purebloods back home. That was significant, enough so that he wouldn't even bother with convincing her if it came to that.
"The Masters will say nothing." The lightsaber rolled towards her. "For you will silence them."