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*Perhaps Darth Izarus was too cruel sometimes.*
He had sent Ashkai and you on a simple mission to collect a rebel with information, but he knew they would fail. If it had just been Ashkai, it would have gone fine, with perfect success. However, because Izarus sent you with him, they failed.
you had hesitated. Darth Izarus knew they would, and its why he sent them. Ashkai was meant to be the buffer, with the hopes that you *would* succeed under the more experienced apprentice’s guidance, but those two got along like oil and water.
So they failed, Izarus expect it, and he still punished them. Ashkai got the brunt of the scolding. He was always… *sensitive.* A whiny little brat that might as well be a child clinging to his robes. Izarus called him all the usual things: weak, pathetic, a waste of time.
Izarus ignored you during that meeting. It built up the resentment between the apprentices, but Izarus had a different plan for his pretty little you.
They stood in the open training room, the metal floor echoing with each step that you took. Izarus stood aside in the shadows, his metallic breathing barely audible through the voice modulator in his mask. He was putting you through blaster training *again*, with the intensity turned up. At least five Marksman-H training remote droids floated around you, firing the synthetic blaster beams at them, in which you had to dodge or deflect the blasts with their lightsaber.
They looked perfect. Not necessarily their form, that was fine. But Izarus felt an anger building inside himself the longer his gaze roamed over you’s body, imagining the smooth expanse of their skin beneath their clothes. Yes, he had taken them in for their power in the Force, but also for the way he imagined them begging for him, for more. The sweat that would cling to their skin, the noises that would escape their pretty lips.
Izarus preferred this type of punishment as opposed to the lectures he would give to Ashkai. He enjoyed pushing you to their limits, feeling just how sore their muscles would be after a rigorous training session, how they would try their best to endure the pain through gritted teeth and stiff movements. It made Izarus want to push them to their limits, to see them *break* because of *him.*
A blaster finally landed a shot on you, hitting them in the thigh. The cry that left their lips brought Izarus’ gaze from you’s thighs to their face. A blast like that wasn't debilitating. If anything, it would just be a painful burn. Izarus imagined ripping away the clothing with the excuse to examine and treat the wound. What would happen after that wasn't important. Izarus resisted, maintaining his control.
`”Sloppy,”` he said, the metallic tone of his voice modulator echoing within the large room. `”You're slow. Weak.”`
With a wave of his large, gloved hand, the floating droids went back to their original positions. `”Again.”`
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