It didn't inflict as much damage as Padmé had hoped, merely stopping him for a few seconds, more from surprise than from pain.
He laughed at her attempt, then slapped her across the face and pinned her down again before returning to her neck.
She screamed for help, but her cries were drowned out by the noise of traffic and the club's music. Her attempts were short-lived. His hand swiftly covered her mouth to silence her, while his body pressed against hers, compensating for his missing hand to restrain her. "Fuck yes," he moaned into her neck, his tongue lapping at her pulse and causing Padmé to gag.
Fear surged in her belly, and she cursed herself for being so foolish. Tears streamed down Padmé's face as his lips met hers, mixing saliva with salty tears. There was no love in the kiss, only desire. She sensed it. He neither knew her nor loved her; he simply wanted what she possessed. He craved her body and sought her virginity. She was merely a tool for his pleasure.
He released a moan against her lips, his body pressing more firmly against hers as he used his knee to part her legs. His hands gripped the black fabric of her dress, and without hesitation, he tore it apart.
The fabric tore along her underwear line, exposing the upper half of her body. Padmé shut her eyes tightly, unwilling to witness what was about to happen, too embarrassed to see what was unfolding. This was not how she had envisioned losing her virginity. This was not the way she wanted her first time to be. This was not something she had ever imagined would occur to her.
"Yes, fuck yes," he kept repeating between his growls.
She felt his hands move ravenously over her body, touching the fabric that hid her breasts, the only remaining part of her upper body that was not exposed. He grabbed onto them and squeezed them as if to mold them to his will. It hurt badly.
Then, she felt him grow.
His length pressed against her stomach. She held her breath, uncertain of what else to do.
She felt his hands trailing lower and lower. His breath grew more ragged, and his grimy hands seemed to be everywhere. His fingers dipped beneath her underwear line, his body pressing against her as she struggled to resist him. She felt his fingers touch the private bundle of hair, moving between her legs.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to suppress her cries. She hoped for a miracle, and then, just as he was about to reveal his promised land, he paused.
She waited and waited until he suddenly withdrew.
Padmé opened her eyes when she heard him gasp for air, and the sight shocked her. The man was still in front of her, but instead of his hands being on her, they were now at his throat, as if someone were choking him. It was a strange and confusing scene, yet one that ultimately made sense in her intoxicated mind. Padmé's eyes widened as she realized what it signified: an invisible hand choking a man could only mean one thing... "Senator," Darth Vader's voice boomed. "Move."
Padmé looked around the black-haired man to see Darth Vader standing in the shadows. His dark, hooded figure was obscured by darkness, save for his outstretched gloved hand. Without considering her half-naked body, Padmé quickly scrambled out from beneath the choking man and stumbled toward her savior. It was undoubtedly the most inelegant run she had ever executed, but as soon as she fell by Lord Vader's side, he lowered his outstretched hand, causing a series of coughs to resonate from his prey.
"Are you hurt?" Vader asked her, keeping his concealed gaze on the black-haired man.
Padmé managed to give him a slight shake of her head, uncertain if he could even see the gesture, yet sure it didn't matter. Her tone indicated that he did not care about her well-being. It was merely a question to which he already knew the answer.
"Good," Vader replied with indifference. He raised his hand, and the discarded robe of the black-haired man flew into his grasp. Without glancing at her, he tossed the large garment toward her. "Put this on," he commanded.
Still in a delicate state, Padmé frowned at the garment for a moment, confused about why he would make such an odd request. That was until she noticed her indecency. Embarrassment washed over her faster than she ever thought possible, yet again she realized how Vader didn't seem to care. He didn't draw attention to the subject, almost addressing it silently. He had seen her lack of clothing but did not dwell on it like a typical man. He barely even looked at her, and despite her embarrassment, something swelled within her belly. "T-thank you," she stammered, pulling the cloak around her half-naked body and fastening it across her chest to cover her risqué new outfit.
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