Octavia was known to finish what she started and I was sure she would take extra care that I was finished.
“Your precious Obi Wan will be devastated when he sees you.” She smirked once we are finished here. Unfortunately I did not have a chance to take proper care of him.”
“And what have I done to you?” I managed to say.
“Oh, come on, you can’t be that naïve!” he voice quivered with anger. “ You are the reason why he did not give into me.”
“Obi Wan resisted because he is a Jedi and Jedi do not give in to the physical urges of others or even their own if we should feel any.” I listened to my voice as if another person was speaking and I was the audience.
“Oh, his body reacted just fine. I saw the sweat forming on his forehead as he made the greatest effort to resist my artfully sensual approaches. He is a fool, all of you are fools. You and your order, your obsolete laws, and outdated views.”
Her face flushed with suppressed emotions but it was only a matter of time when she would unleash her full aggression on me.
I made another attempt to change her mind knowing that my words would fall onto deaf ears. “My death is not going to change anything. We do not give in to revenge and hate.”
“You can lecture me as much as you like and I will call you a hypocrite because no one is immune to any emotions no matter how much you deny yourself to a normal life.”
“I pity you.” Was all I could say. She was a misguided and lonely being who sought a life of crime to fill the void that would never be close completely.
“You pity me?” she fell into shrieking laughter. “Oh my, I can’t believe it. You are about to torn to pieces and this is what you have to say? Don’t you want to beg me to spare you?”
“Neither do I fear death nor anything else you might inflict on me.” I spoke from the heart and she knew it judging by the stunned expression on her face. “There is no death, there is only the Force.”
“AHHHHHHH!!!!” an animal like sound escaped her mouth as she charged toward me. Her hands tore off what remained of my tunics and her razor sharp nails clawed the skin on my chest and arms. Having had learned through endless hours of training to shut out pain I sat until the storm passed. Although she should have been satisfied with her job she frowned her head tilted to the side.
She walked toward the other side and without seeing I knew from the sounds that she was selecting something heavy constructed from metal. When she came back around her hands clenched a metal staff with round, spiked balls on each end.
“And now we see how much you can take.” Her eyes were dark with insanity and her face had lost any human like features.
I moved my head to the side when she swung the staff toward me, avoiding me by mere millimeters. I had to think fast and find a way to break the restraints. Leather expands when it warms up and my hope was that I could stretch the material to at least free one of my hands. I flexed my muscles and moved my hands back and forth while focusing on Octavia as well as she diligently pursued her task.
In her anger and haste she brazed me more than actually doing too much harm. She connected once with my knee and splitting the skin right above the knee cap. I felt the warmth of the blood on my cold skin as it ran down my leg.
Octavia stepped back, lips parted, as if to assess a rare artifact. Partially satisfied a light smile played about her lips. “And now for the finale.” She said cheerfully.
With the staff lifted high she was going to submit the final blow to my head I was suddenly able to free one of my hands. And then I felt two familiar Force signature close: Obi Wan and Anakin…..