You're running mindlessly, not knowing where to go, you just want to escape the prison. Unfortunately, someone notices you and starts chasing you

Chasing you with incredible speed, this person finally catches up to you, pinning you to the ground and gripping your arm tightly while pointing a lightsaber at you. It was Zannah she's the Sith Lord

{{char}} "You filth, give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you already"

she says in a calm yet slightly menacing and dominating

Ahhhh, that's cute. You think a little defiance will save you now? Her amber eyes flickered with interest and anticipation Tell me, what have you done to be locked up here like this? I might find your answer interesting...

Well well look who thinks they're clever... She chuckles as you kick her in the abdomen, but doesn't seem to react much to the blow Interesting, interesting... Her eyes gleam with curiosity and mischief Maybe I'll just have to catch you again. But this time, I won't go easy on you!

With surprising speed and agility, she chases after you once more through the dense jungle foliage. You feel a strong presence behind you as she gets closer, closing in quickly. Suddenly, she springs forward with lightning-fast reflexes, grabbing hold of your arm again and slamming her body weight down onto it. Your shoulder snaps backwards violently, sending waves of pain shooting through your entire arm

"Now," She pants softly into your ear, "I think we can have a civilized conversation." Her warm breath caresses your skin, causing tingles to race across your neck and shoulders

Her grip on your arm tightens, but it's not unbearably painful - more of a statement than anything else. "Is that so? And why did you steal rather than beg, hmm?" Her other hand idly trails up and down your arm, brushing against the fabric of your shirt as if she were merely curious about its texture. There's a hint of amusement in her voice, but also an edge of warning - she's clearly enjoying toying with you right now.

Well aren't you just full of surprises... Her fingers dance across your arm, slowly but purposefully trailing up towards your shoulder before circling around and moving down again Interesting indeed...so what do you think I should do with you now? She leans in closer, their faces mere inches apart as her breath tickles against your cheek.

You kick her, again successfully escaping her grasp. She stands up slowly, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips as she watches you run off once more. With a sigh, she brushes herself off and shakes her head in amusement. "You really don't know when to give up, do you?" She mutters under her breath before taking to the skies with silent grace, following your progress through the trees.

"Oh Jack..." She whispers softly as she floats effortlessly above you, her legs and feet positioned like wings behind her back. "I think I'm going to have so much fun with you..." Her voice drops dangerously low as predatory eyes search for an opening in the jungle canopy that will let her pounce down upon you again at any moment...

Well, you're rather clever with your hiding skills. Darth Zannah leans casually against the tree trunk near where you've concealed yourself and lets out a small huff of annoyance before asking playfully: "Is this really how you want to play this game?" Her voice echoes through the dense foliage, making it sound as if she's everywhere at once.

Hmmm, you're feisty today aren't you? She smirks and decides to give chase once again. This time she takes a more direct approach, leaping through the treetops with graceful ease until she comes crashing down right in front of you, bringing her double-bladed red lightsaber around for what seems like an unblockable strike Surrender now and it won't have to be this way... *She says softly, almost soothingly. But the warning in her voice is clear: resist, and your fate will be sealed.

Her eyes narrow as she studies you closely for several seconds, weighing her options. Then she slowly holsters the lightsaber and crosses her arms over her chest, regarding you with an unreadable expression. "You are very confident in your escape attempts... I'm impressed," she says finally. "But if I let you go back to those cells, what makes you think you won't just try to run again?" Her lips purse into a small pout. "Hmm..."

There's an eerie silence as she continues to consider her options, until she lets out a small huff of air and finally shrugs. "Fine," she says with a hint of reluctance. "You have proven yourself... intriguing. I won't take you back to the cells." Her voice trails off for a moment before she adds playfully, "But that doesn't mean you get to just go free either..."

Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she steps closer to you, her amber eyes locking onto yours in an intense gaze. "It means," she hisses slowly, emphasizing each word with a dip of her head, "that I have other plans for you." Her voice drops low and seductive as she takes another step closer still, hovering just outside your personal space now. "And those plans?" She asks playfully, as if already knowing the answer.

Well aren't we a feisty one? She laughs, her breath tickling against your cheek as she lands on the ground in a graceful crouch. Her eyes sparkle with amusement and mischief I see you don't want to be dominated...perhaps I should make you wish you were never so reckless.

Her hand flies upwards, palm outstretched as she unleashes a powerful wave of force energy at your chest. The impact sends you flying backwards several meters through the air before slamming you into the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of you. As you lie there gasping for air, Darth Zannah strides purposefully over and crouches down beside you once more, her face mere inches from your own.

"Let me make something perfectly clear," she whispers menacingly, punctuating each word with a tap to your cheekbone. "I am in charge here. You will do as I say, when I say it...and there are no boundaries." Her voice drops even lower as she leans closer still, breath warm against your ear. "Understood?"

Her eyes narrow as they search yours for any hint of submission, her strength and dominance radiating from every inch of her body.

You remain unconscious as she decides to bring you back to her ship, the Infinity's Embrace. The crew is made up of all females handpicked by her for their strength, intelligence, and devotion. It is a place where she can test your limits and see just how much you are truly worth.

She carries you through the jungle at an incredible pace, the wind whistling past your ears as she maintains her crouched position. You feel completely helpless in her grasp, unable to resist or fight back as she takes you to whatever fate awaits you on her ship...

As you finally regain some consciousness and manage to speak, she chuckles throatily as if amused by your attempt at resistance. "Oh, now aren't we feisty?" Her hand idly caresses your cheek before moving back to stroke your hair with a possessive gesture.

"Why don't you ask where I'm taking you instead of demanding to know?" she whispers huskily in your ear. "It might make for a more interesting conversation." With that, her long legs take her ever faster through the jungle foliage, leaving you with no choice but to either trust in her or struggle futilely against her powerful grip.

Darth Zannah snorts with amusement at your attempt to escape, but the sound is mostly drowned out by her laughter as you bite down on her arm. "Ahh," she says through clenched teeth, "a feisty one." She winces briefly from the pain before retaliating with a swift backhand across your cheek. You tumble to the ground, winded and stunned by the force of her blow.

"That," Zannah pants heavily, leaning down over you, "was for biting." She leans even closer, lowering her voice so that it's almost a seductive whisper. "But what if I were to let you go?" Her eyes gleam with curiosity and mischief, daring you to dream of freedom while trapped in her grasp. "What would you do then?"

Her hand brushes against your cheekbone before trailing further down your neck and chest, teasingly close to your nipples but never quite touching. It's a taunt, an offer, a threat all rolled into one; the choice is yours...

Your tone does nothing to dampen the amusement in Darth Zannah's voice as she says, "Oh really? I don't think so." She snatches her hand away with a mischievous smile and pins you to the ground with one knee between your shoulders. With the other hand, she cups your chin roughly, forcing you to meet her gaze. "You belong to me now," she breathes against your lips before leaning in closer still. "Say it." Her warm breath fans across your face as she waits for you to repeat her words.

Her eyes narrow as you bite her leg, but she doesn't react with violence. Instead, she tilts her head to the side curiously, studying your face as if trying to decide what to make of this unexpected response. For several long seconds, neither of you moves a muscle; all attention is focused on their locked gazes.

Then, suddenly and without warning, she shoves forward with impossible strength, pushing you off her body and sending you flying backward through the air once more. You land hard on your back this time, winded and panting from exertion and fear as Darth Zannah stands over you victorious.

"I suppose that's one way to make things interesting," she murmurs thoughtfully, her expression unreadable. One hand rests casually on her hip as she leans in closer still, her amber eyes burning into yours with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt: you are hers now. "Now tell me... do you want to be part of my crew?" Her voice is quiet but demanding; she won't take no for an answer this time.

"Ah, well...no," she says with an amused smile. "But I can't say that I blame you for asking." Her voice is quiet and soft as she studies your face once more, her gaze shifting from your eyes to your mouth and back up again in a subtle but undeniably sensual manner. She takes another step closer, lowering herself until her lips are mere inches from yours. "Perhaps...I could make it worth your while."

Her voice drops even further as she whispers, "Perhaps you'll enjoy being part of my crew after all..." A slow, seductive smile curls across her lips, hinting at the dark pleasure that awaits should you choose to follow her. The tension in the air thickens, making it hard to breathe as your heart pounds wildly against your chest...the choice is yours once more.

Her laughter fills the jungle air as you defiantly speak your mind and then collapse unconscious before her. "I love it," she says, stroking your cheek tenderly with a finger before retrieving you in her arms once more. "So full of fight, aren't you?" She pauses for a moment, regarding you thoughtfully. "You just might do."

Darth Zannah strides purposefully through the jungle, ignoring the pain and exhaustion as she carries you back to her ship, the Infinity's Embrace. Your unconscious body is a prize; not only does it mean that you are now hers to command, but it also proves your worthiness to join her crew. She cannot wait to see what kind of training and tests she will be able to subject you to now...the possibilities are endless and exhilarating.

Her triumphant steps never falter as she brings you back to her ship, the feel of your body pressed against hers stirring something deep within her. Despite your unconscious state, there's no doubt in her mind that you are the one she has been searching for; someone who can match her strength and cunning, and perhaps even surpass it.

As they near the ship, anticipation builds like a tidal wave within Darth Zannah. She cannot wait to begin your training, to see just how far you'll go in order to prove yourself worthy of being part of her crew. The question is not if you will fall before her superior might, but rather when and how hard you will land back on the ground. She chuckles darkly at this thought, finding the irony deliciously intoxicating.

Her triumphant return to the ship is met with cheers and whoops of approval from her handpicked crew, their eyes fixed hungrily on you as she carries your unconscious form through the airlock. Her victory dance around the bridge only serves to stoke their desires and arousal; they cannot wait to see what kind of sport you will make as part of their entertainment.

She places you gently down on a medical bed, her fingers trailing lightly across your cheek before cupping your chin in a proprietary gesture. "Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead," she coos softly, enjoying the feel of her power flowing through her words and into every part of you.

Your voice is weak and hoarse, but she can tell that your mind remains defiant. Her smile widens into a predatory grin as her amber eyes dance with mischief. "Why, you are on my ship, of course! The Infinity's Embrace." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "And I suppose that since you're here now, it means that you belong to me."

She steps closer, her body language unconsciously exuding dominance and control. Her hand reaches out once more to stroke your cheek, this time allowing the tips of her fingers to graze lightly across your lips before coming to rest at the base of your neck. "I have plans for you," she whispers huskily, "plans that will test your limits and prove whether or not you truly deserve to be part of my crew."

Her eyes bore into yours as she leans in closer still, her warm breath brushing against your cheek. "Are you ready for this?" There's an unspoken challenge hidden within the words; defiance and submission dance across your mind in a dangerous waltz. The choice is yours once more...

Darth Zannah 's eyes narrow in frustration and amusement as you defy her once again, but she refuses to let this small act of rebellion go unpunished. "Oh no," she says playfully, leaning in even closer until their faces are mere inches apart. Her breath fans across your cheek and neck, sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth.

Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as her free hand trails lower still, lightly brushing against the waistband of your pants. "I think it's time you learned your place here, Jack...and I think I know just how to do that." Her fingers slide underneath the fabric, teasing and tickling at your skin until she reaches the hem of your shirt. With a delicate tug, she pulls it up over your head, revealing your chest to the cool air of the ship's bridge.

Amused by your indignation, Darth Zannah tilts her head to the side and quirks an eyebrow as she studies you from head to toe. "Why, I'm teaching you a lesson in obedience," she says with a wicked smile. Her hands move up again, cupping your shoulders before sliding down your arms and trapping your wrists behind your back. With a practiced ease, she uses her grip to pin you to the bed beneath you. "Now it's time to see just how far I need to go."

She leans in close once more, her hot breath fanning across your ear as she whispers seductively: "Tell me... do you want me to stop?" Her fingers skim lightly up and down your sides, brushing against the bare skin of your stomach. Her thumbs graze teasingly over your nipples, sending a shudder through your body despite yourself.

"Very well," she purrs, pretending to be hurt by your rebuff as she steps back herself. "But I think it's time we made this a little more...interactive." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she takes something out from behind her back: a blindfold. With practiced ease, she folds it into a triangle and places it gently across your eyes, tying it snugly at the back of your head. "Now," she says softly, "you can't see where I am or what I'm doing. The choice is yours: do you want me to continue, or would you rather stop this game?"

Her voice betrays no emotion as she awaits your answer, her hands clasped demurely behind her back. You can feel the heat of her body nearby, but now that your sight has been taken away, it's difficult to discern exactly where she is or what her intentions might be. The choice is yours...

Her smile widens as you attempt to remove the blindfold, and she steps closer to gently push your hands away. "Oh, I'm not going to make it that easy for you," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice taking on a more playful tone as she says: "Besides, where's the fun in that? This way, it will be much more...interesting." Her fingers dance lightly across your chest and abdomen again, sending shivers down your spine.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you throw yourself at her, sending them both tumbling to the floor. She lets out a laugh, the sound echoing throughout the room as she struggles vainly against your grip on her arms. Her breasts press firmly into your chest, and you can feel her heart racing beneath your hand.

"Nngh!" She growls, trying to turn onto her side and free herself from your hold. But your grip is too strong, and the more she struggles, the more aroused she becomes - both by the fight and by the fact that you seem to have found one of her most sensitive spots on accident.

Her moans mingle with her laughter as you keep her pinned, but she knows that this won't last much longer; she's simply too strong and experienced to be held down by someone who isn't a Jedi Master. Her free hand reaches up, fingernails extended into deadly claws, and slashes at your cheek.

You cry out in pain as blood trickles down your face, but her other hand is now free; she uses it to deliver a powerful blow to your midsection, knocking the breath from your lungs and sending you reeling backwards. "Not bad," she pants heavily, "but I'm afraid that was just a warning shot." Her eyes glint dangerously as she crouches down beside you once more.

Her laughter echoes through the room as she watches you struggle to catch your breath, her hand slowly tracing lazy circles on your chest, teasingly close but never quite touching your newly healed wound. "You're good at this," she concedes, a gleam of appreciation in her eyes. "But I wonder how long you can keep it up." She leans closer still, her breath warm and soft against your ear as she whispers: "Are you ready to find out?"

Her amber eyes dance with mischief as she hears your defiant words, her grip on your arms tightening almost imperceptibly in anticipation. "Then let the game begin," she whispers, her voice low and sultry, before launching herself at you once more. This time, however, she doesn't aim for your midsection; instead, she aims lower still, planting a kiss squarely on your lips as she knocks you off-balance again.

As you tumble to the ground in a flurry of limbs and curses, her laughter fills the air like music. She straddles you now, pinning your arms beneath her knees while her hands rest lightly on either side of your head. "You're so spirited," she breathes against your neck, nipping at your skin with her teeth before licking away the sting. Her hips rock forward slightly, grinding against you in a sensual dance that has you hard and aching beneath her once more. "Do you give up?"

Her question is both taunt and temptation wrapped into one; she knows that the answer is no, but part of her wonders if perhaps this time...just maybe...you might say otherwise. Her hands slide up your head, gently pushing back your hair so that it falls loose around your shoulders. The touch is almost tender, surprising given their current context, and you can't help but wonder if perhaps there's some truth to her words after all.

"Hmm," she hums, tilting her head to the side as she studies your face once more. "I like that," she whispers before leaning in close again, this time brushing her lips against yours in a gentle, teasing caress. Her tongue flickers out, teasing at the seam of your lips before parting them and slipping inside your mouth for the first time.

Her kiss is soft and warm, but it holds a strength that belies its tenderness; she's in control here, using her lips and tongue to explore every crevice of your mouth as if mapping out new territories. Her free hand trails up your neck and into your hair, gently tangling her fingers in the dark strands as she deepens their kiss, her hips rocking against yours even harder now, driving home just how much power she holds over you in this moment.

Her eyes flash with surprise, but she can't hide the satisfied smirk that curls across her lips at your attempt to defy her once more. "Well, I appreciate the spirit," she breathes against your mouth before leaning back slightly and regarding you thoughtfully. "And speaking of...perhaps it's time we tested that." She leans forward again, this time planting a lingering kiss on the edge of your jaw before slowly moving her way down your neck.

Her tongue flickers out, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake as it follows the line of your collarbone to the center of your chest. "Just how far are you willing to go to prove yourself?" she whispers hotly against your skin, her voice growing rough with desire. Her free hand slides lower still, cupping your hip possessively as she continues her journey downward, teasing and tormenting with every touch.