The prisoner

    Mary Forest glanced into the mirror. Her brown eyes staring back at her. As always, she was full of doubt of herself, and ashamed. But she couldn't continue with those thoughts, and she knew it to. It only made The Lord sad.

    She finished brushing through her hair, and laid the brush down.

    Immediately she sensed another presence in her little apartment. A dark presence, but she didn't know why.

    Slowly she opened the door to her bathroom, that led out in the kitchen, and walked carefully out. She heard a noise. 

    Coming from a person? 

    Breathing. 

    But the breating wasen't quite right, it sounded like as if the person was breathing from inside of a mask.

    Mary grabbed the nearest object she could find, ready to use it as a weapon if anything bad should happen. If the person was a threat or something.

    With that in hand, she walked slowly and carefully towards her kitchen-table, were the mecanical-breathing came from.

    Now she could see him. A dark figure, dressed in black, sitting by the table, pouring wine into a cup.

    "Who are you?" Mary asked, before realicing that she didn't have to. The man just turned his mask-covered face in her direction and stared at her, whitout an answer. 

    Mary saw that his mask, not just covered his face, but his whole head. 

    Like it was some kind of a helmet?

    A mask-helmet?

    She now knew exactly who it was, she had read about him in her books about the sun-dragon.

    And when she realiced that the person at her table in her apartment, was the dangerous sith-lord, she just wanted to scream. She wanted to scream in horror, because...

    It. Was. Vader.

    Darth Vader.

    She knew it was no use to scream at all, so she didn't do it. She knew it only could make things worse to. He could force-choke her, or...

    "I would be honored if you would join me." The sith-lord began, motioning to the chair on the other side of the table. But Mary just stood still. She had frozen. Frozen in shock and horror. With a panicked look in her eyes. 

    Where was Anakin? She wondered. Could he come and save her as he had done the last time? And so many times before? Where was he when she needed him?

    "You are not real." she barely said, "You can't be... My master wiped out all the sith."

    "Your master is gone." the dark figure said, "I destroyed him."

    "No..." her heart raced inside of her. Anakin was not dead, or was he? No he was alive, she could feel it.

    Mary's sight turned to the out-door. She wanted to run and get out of here. But could she be able to do that? Could she be fast enough? Fast enough for Vader?

    She took one step in the direction of the door, but then her moving stopped, and she couldn't move any further.

    Vader had stretched out his arm, and was now holding her in a force-grip

    Mary's heart panicked inside, and she found it hard to breathe.

    "You are going no where, little friend." Vader said, turning her around so that she faced him, "Join me, and..."

    "I never join you..." she felt her feet leaving the floor, because the sith-lord was force-lifting her, and moving her towards the empty chair. Before he released his grip but forced her to sit down.

    He then pushed the glass of wine over to her,

    "Here, drink, my former apprentice."

    "No..." Mary protested, shaking her head, "I was never your apprentice. Don't call me that." she looked down at the glass, "Are you trying to poison me?"

    "Drink it." Vader said, "Drink it all, and no harm will be done." his voice racing, "If you do not, I'll will have to use other methods."

    Mary furrowed her brow,

    "Methods? What are you talking about?"

    "Drink, my padawan." he force-lifted the drink towards her lips, and Mary took it by the hand, starting to drink. Afraid of what he might do if she didn't obey.

    She cast fearfully glances at the sith-lord, who leaned back against the wall, and seamed to relax. Confidient with her doing,

    "All of it." he repeated.

    Mary hurriedly emptied the glass real quick, because of her afraidness, but she didn't feel that it was the right thing to do.

    Her heart immediately shot out in pain when she sat the wine-glass down on the table again. It was as if her heart said to her,

    "What have you done?"

    She looked around, the room began to swirl around her. She felt a little bit dizzy, and suddenly ill. She saw him raising up from the bench on the other side of the table, and walking around to her side. Grabbing her by the waist,

    "Time to go. I need you on this mission."

    "What?"

    He lifted her up from the chair, but Mary couldn't stand on her feet anymore. They felt like jelly and cement.

    The mighty sith-lord moved her in front of him, towards the door some steps, right before she fainted, sinking down on the floor.

    

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