There was a feeling to the place, as though death itself was present, hiding within the shadows. The atmosphere was dark and dense and she could almost feel it press against her, trying to crush her against the ground. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before but it didn't bring even the briefest glimmer of fear to the surface. In fact, it sent a shiver of pleasure through her body and it almost brought a chuckle from the blonde haired woman. If she could of reached out a hand to try and touch the darkness, she would have.
That was not the case as her hands were bound behind and she had been forced to kneel. The pale faced nineteen year old could do little but just sit there, firing off rude and offensive remarks at the helmet wearing figure who stood behind her, blaster pointed at her head. Even with her hands bound, he didn't drop his guard. Twice had she all ready managed to escape her bonds, blasting them to pieces although neither of them could explain how. The bounty hunter had a hunch though and had altered his plans accordingly. He didn't have the equipment to handle a magician or whatever the hell she was but he had heard rumours of a cult who could.
The remarks of the girl were replaced by a grunt as the bounty hunter butted her with his blaster to try to keep her quiet, not that it made any difference. She had her fair share of scars and Nar Shaddanian but they were nothing compared to what she had dished out in her young life. There were many who had met their end by her hand. Occasionally for money but more often then not, for the sheer ecstasy that came of it. She was a thrill seeker, a creature of passion and lust, caring for nought besides her own selfish desires.
So they waited together, the sound of the prisoners insults and one liners reverberating around the dark hall.
That was not the case as her hands were bound behind and she had been forced to kneel. The pale faced nineteen year old could do little but just sit there, firing off rude and offensive remarks at the helmet wearing figure who stood behind her, blaster pointed at her head. Even with her hands bound, he didn't drop his guard. Twice had she all ready managed to escape her bonds, blasting them to pieces although neither of them could explain how. The bounty hunter had a hunch though and had altered his plans accordingly. He didn't have the equipment to handle a magician or whatever the hell she was but he had heard rumours of a cult who could.
The remarks of the girl were replaced by a grunt as the bounty hunter butted her with his blaster to try to keep her quiet, not that it made any difference. She had her fair share of scars and Nar Shaddanian but they were nothing compared to what she had dished out in her young life. There were many who had met their end by her hand. Occasionally for money but more often then not, for the sheer ecstasy that came of it. She was a thrill seeker, a creature of passion and lust, caring for nought besides her own selfish desires.
So they waited together, the sound of the prisoners insults and one liners reverberating around the dark hall.
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