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(Y/n)'s POV
Life as a slave is one of the most difficult lives to live, especially when you're the slave of someone like Watto. He wasn't just emotionally abusive, he was also physically abusive, which from my experience thus far is normal for slave owners.

He constantly threatens to set off the bomb in my head that all of us slaves had. So I had the upmost pleasure of living everyday worried that it would be my last. Although there were some days I wished he would do it. I was tired of my life being threatened nearly everyday, and death seemed like a vacation in comparison to the life I've been living all these years.

I'm nineteen years old and I've been here on Tatooine as a slave for him for nearly eleven years.

I was told that he bought me a few years after he lost his previous slave in a wager. I knew the previous slaves mother, Shmi Skywalker was her name, she was a lovely woman who could never stop talking about how proud she was of him. She missed him so much her heart ached every morning she woke up and remembered he was no longer here by her side, but was grateful that he got a better life than that of a slave.

I envied him for being set free. I hoped that I would be freed just as he was, since him and I did share something in common.

I missed Shmi too, she made things around here tolerable, but then Watto sold her and I never saw her again. That was about five years ago, so I've been alone here ever since. Subjected to the never-ending abuse.

"Stupid girl!" Watto yelled. He threw a wrench and I quickly dodged it, I've had plenty of practice after all, "I lost a customer because of you." Fire burned in his gaze. If I wasn't his only slave, I know he would have killed me by now.

"I'm sorry Watto." I apologized even though it wasn't my fault, but I got used to apologizing for things that had nothing to do with me, "I told you that pod was un-fixable, it was burnt to a crisp. There wasn't anything I could do." I sighed, even though I had a legit explanation, it didn't matter, it was always somehow my fault.

I picked up the wrench with my abilities; so it floated in the air towards him and he grabbed it. He groaned, "What did I tell you about using your little mind tricks, eh?" He narrowed his gaze as he threw the wrench down on the table.

I picked up a rag that I had dropped when I dodged his attack on me to begin cleaning the shelves, "You said not to use it when anyone is around," I turned around to gesture at the empty room, "No one is around." I turned back to the shelves to finish my cleaning so I could go home. I wanted this hellish day to come to an end. I was also starving, the suns were setting soon and I haven't eaten a single thing today.

"That smart mouth is going to get you in a lot of trouble," I didn't even need to turn around to know that he held the remote for my chip in his hand. It's a necessity he Carrie's around every moment of everyday, "You're lucky you're my only slave, I'd have used this ages ago." I heard the sound of his wings flapping away. I sighed as a few tears fought to break through. I was so tired of this.

After about an hour, he came back. I was finished with my chores for the day and ready to leave, "Is it alright if I go home now?" I asked with worry, sometimes he tells me no and I end up sleeping here on the sand covered floor.

He eyed me for a moment before nodding, "Get out of here. But I want you back tomorrow before the suns rise." He flapped his wings and flew slowly away. I sighed with relief and quickly left this awful place.

I reached my small house, it was in a community where most slaves lived, if their owner was gracious enough to gift it to them.The only reason I have one is because I shared with Shmi. But now that she's gone, it's just me in here. Watto never took it away either, so I consider myself lucky.

Once I finished eating and washing up from the day, I laid in the small bed that once belonged to her son. I could have taken hers once she was gone, but I've already gotten comfortable here. Besides, I liked looking at the little drawings that he had carved into the wall, most likely from boredom. My favorite one was of him and her in a speeder, driving away from a poorly drawn Watto. I'm sure he drew him poorly on purpose, if Watto treated him like he treats me, I believe he hated him just as much as I do now.

I used the force to lift a small cup up from the floor and I sat up to grab it so I could take a drink. I learned of this gift that I had when I was ten, I used it on accident when I was crying after Watto had hit me unnecessarily hard on the jaw. Shmi was hugging me to calm me down, but it didn't work very well. Soon, the shelves in the station began shaking and things flew off of the wall; landing roughly to the floor. Watto had to dodge a few so they wouldn't hit him. Since that day, he's kept my detonator inside his pocket at all times.

I didn't understand what it meant, but Shmi did. She took me home that day after we cleaned up the mess and told me all about what I could do and who I belonged with, the Jedi. We both prayed that one day they would come and find me, just as they found him. But, they never did. I wasn't one of the lucky ones.

I gave up hope a very long time ago.

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"I said before the suns rise, not after." Watto growled as I rushed into the building.

I was out of breath from my long run over here, "I'm sorry, but there was a small sand storm, I couldn't leave until it passed." Sand storms around here can be quite deadly and I'll be damned if I get stuck in one because he's impatient.

He groaned in annoyance as he turned around to grab something off of the table, "Dont let it happen again." Yeah sure I'll just tell the sand to wait.. I rolled my eyes behind his back. He turned around with a small droid in his hands, "It's an easy fix, have it ready within the hour." He demanded me with a snappy tone as he shoved it into my arms.

I sighed as he left the room and I began working on the droid. I remember when I first got here, my skills in mechanics were severely lacking. But eventually I taught myself to be better, I'm still not the greatest, but I get what he needs done which is enough. His constant threats were decent motivators as well. On the plus side, it wasn't a bad skill to have.

About half an hour had passed by when I started to feel a familiar dryness in my throat thanks to this heat. Without looking, I called my cup of water from the other end of the table and it began sliding along the table towards me, "Now where did you learn to do that?" A deep voice that I never heard before filled the room and I jumped in surprise; causing the cup to fall and shatter against the wooden table.

I jumped up and faced a dark figure that was standing at the entrance of the shop. He had this dark aura to him and the only thing I could see were his yellow eyes, the rest of his face was covered by a mask(think of a Bucky Barnes type of mask). His entire outfit was black, including the hood that he had over his head; which hid most of his hair, except for a few stray curls that popped out around the edges.

I realized I'd been staring and hadn't answered  him yet, "I taught myself." Which wasn't a total lie.

He stepped inside and got a little closer, his intimidating eyes made me back away in fright, "Are you a Jedi?" He asked in a voice that was smooth like silk as he tilted his head and eyed my clothing.

I shook my head as I gestured to my obvious slave outfit, "Do I look like a Jedi to you?"

He chuckled, "No, I guess not. So you're a slave then?" He asked and I nodded as a response, our eye contact never breaking, "How long have you been able to use the force?" He moved even closer and soon my lower back was pressed up against the table from trying to keep a distance from this man.

"Since I was ten." I answered honestly, I was slightly nervous that this was one of Watto's friends, although I've never seen him before. If he is though and caught me using the force, Watto is going to whip me for sure.

He eyed me curiously, "What is your name?"

"(y/n)."

"Last name?" He asked and I shook my head. He gave me a confused look and I decided to answer the question I knew he was going to ask.

"I don't have one, I'm not even sure if (y/n) is the name that was given to me at birth, it's just what Watto has called me since I've been here. I don't know any different." I turned to look at the direction Watto had left in to see if he was coming back.

To my relief, he wasn't.

When I looked back, the man was now only a few inches from my face and I jumped at his sudden closeness, "Do you happen to know where Watto might be?" He questioned in a more serious tone as his eyes bore into mine.

Without a second thought, I nodded as I pointed to the doorway that he had left through just half an hour ago, "I think he's in the junkyard with a customer."

He looked in the direction that I pointed to. Without looking back at me, held up a gloved finger to my face,"I'll be back, don't you go anywhere." He brushed past me and walked outside, disappearing from sight.

Where would I even go?

I sighed as I sat down. It seems he is a friend of Watto, I'm already sweating thinking about the punishment I'm going to have to endure by being so careless.

The man was gone longer than I expected and I finished the droid given to me by Watto. I stood up from the table to clean the water and glass that I had broken earlier. As I wiped the table, I accidentally cut myself on my index finger, I brought it up to my eyes and saw a small glass shard sticking out, "Damn it." I hissed in pain as the blood trickled down my finger. I turned around to get the medical supplies when I bumped into a hard chest. I quickly backed up to be met with the dark figure once more, "I'm so sorry." I apologized, worried I would get in trouble for that.

He shook his head, no hint of annoyance or anger in his eyes "It's fine, what happened here?" He grabbed my finger and brought it up to his piercing eyes, that's when I noticed he had a scar near his right eye.

"It's just a cut from the glass over there." I informed him. He lifted his other hand to the cut and the piece of glass came out of my finger and floated in the air between us before he dropped it down to the floor. My eyes widened, "You can use it too?" Ive never met anyone like me before, I've only ever heard stories, usually from Shmi.

He nodded, his eyes searched my face with confusion, "Do you not know who I am?"

I shook my head, "Should I?" I hoped I wasn't offending him, I hardly know about anything that doesn't involve this place. I listen to pilots talk sometimes, but it was never anything interesting.

He chuckled just as he did earlier, "You're interesting," He spoke softly as he trailed his gloved fingers on my cheek gently, I was frozen in place by his touch, "I can feel it, you have significant potential." He dropped his hand from my face and held it out to me, "Come with me."

I shook my head, confused by his request, "I can't leave, Watto owns m-"

"Watto is dead," He cut me off and my breathe hitched in my throat. I felt so many emotions in this moment and one of them was.. relief, "And I have this," He put his hand in the pocket of his cloak and pulled out the detonator for chip, he then handed it to me. I reached forward and accepted it, wondering if all of this was a dream, "Now, (y/n), I'm going to give you a choice that I normally don't offer people with your talents." I looked up from the detonator to meet his gaze. I felt a sense of gratitude towards him, "You may go, live a free life outside of being a slave. Or," He held his hand out to me once more, "You can come with me and I will teach you everything I know."

I looked from his gaze and down to his palm. I thought for a moment, I could run and be free—or I can learn more about who I really am.

A huge part of me was telling me to take the option to go out and be free for once. But there's this other feeling, telling me to take his hand and that if I didn't, I would regret it.

So I made my choice, I reached forward and placed my hand in his. He gripped it tightly and I didn't need to see his mouth to know that his lips tugged into a twisted smile.

Something tells me that I just accepted the hand of the devil.

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