Thread: A Sith Trap (Valanaer x Kaybee)

With his clothes removed Silas didn't know what on earth was going to happen next and the possibilities were not pleasing and his panic continued to overpower his concentration and small hints began to show. It was especially unnerving as the Sith brushed her fingers down his chest, a semi-sweet pain throbbing from each wound as it felt the touch of his enemy. He tried to move as she touched him, his body struggling against the restraints but to no avail, his legs only succeeding in squirming a bit while the top half of his body was held more tightly. His struggle became all the more desperate despite the futility when the fingers wandered even lower, his shaft feeling the gentle touch from the female Sith. His eyes shot down and he looked at her out of surprise, the look on his face was no doubt priceless to the woman, it was the epitome of confusion and vulnerability because he couldn't wrap his head around the chain of events. It seemed as if she were playing at every weakness he had not only because he was a Jedi but because of his young, sure he was no child but he was a young man kept at the discipline of any other Jedi Knight. In that moment his handsome features were quite cute, the squirming only making it more so and as his grunts of pain morphed into a very faint gasp of pleasure he crumbled a bit, every barrier he had put up against his emotion falling. He was still confused but he became more focused as the Sith stood and went over to where Forgon lay, his eyes following her, narrowed as he had to watch both Forgon's and his own lightsaber be smashed into the rock and destroyed. It was nearly unbearable to lose something he had worked so hard and so long for, watch as a part of him was smashed against the wall and although he still didn't find the feeling good he had some anger swell up inside of him. She was not done quite yet though and as she stripped he couldn't believe it, the Sith revealing her body before walking back towards him with that same grin on her face as if everything were a mere joke. Silas felt an urge to wipe the grin off her face and when she asked if he wanted revenge it was a simple thing, he did. It wasn't right and it wasn't what the Jedi would agree with but watching a comrade die in combat would always lead you to want revenge, whether you allow yourself to admit it or not that is just the way things were, he was just at that moment unable and not wanting to hide it. So when she told him to show that he was not simply an unrefined little kid, he decided to do just that. Silas growled with a bit of anger as he burst forward again, trying to go against his restraints. It was only when he freed himself that he managed a smirk, You're making a mistake to think I won't kill you and waltz away as if nothing happened... His voice was full of rage as he reached forward and grabbed her by the neck. His legs were still locked in place but he could free himself if he had to and for now he only cared about taking care of her and finishing his mission. His other hand went down to her bare stomach, the palm outstretched on the flat smooth skin and he whispered gently to her, I wonder if I can hit you at such close range. He said almost happily before releasing as strong a burst of force as his slightly weakened self could manage, fueling it with some of the rage he had suddenly felt feeding him.