Warning:This story is incredibly dark and angst filled. Darth Sidious has grabbed a young force-sensitive girl to be his slave. He is very cruel to this young girl. Can another Dark Lord of the Sith, save her and in essence save himself as well? Takes place after a New Hope in Star Wars canon; however it is very much an alternate reality. I am somewhat hesitant to bring this story to bear, as most of my stories have been mostly humorous and adventured filled, this one is completely opposite.—Darth Gladiator45.

The first memory, Anne ever had been one of misery and pain; she wandered lower levels of Coruscant searching for food and water. Her tattered dress was soiled and her face and hands were absolutely filthy, she walked with a slight limp and fear was her constant companion. She knew that she had to hide from storm troopers and the Empire. She remembered a young boy giving her his ration of food and water out of pity. She found a good hiding place and consumed the wonderful cooling water and the ration bar. Some times she would take fruit from the vendors. She could sense the exact moment to get away with the minor theft. She wasn't greedy she just wanted to keep her stomach pains at bay.

One dark day she sensed that she needed to stay hidden, she was starving though, she hadn't eaten in three whole days, despite the warning her inner voice had told her, she ignored it. The streets were virtually empty and she pulled her black cloak over her head and attempt to blend into the scenery. She felt an ice-cold presence; she quickly ducked underneath a fruit vendor's cart. "Emperor Palpatine, there's nothing here."

"I sense a force-sensitive in the proximity. Continue your search, trooper."

Anne cried as she heard the order and she had heard about Emperor Palpatine, he was an incredibly cruel man. She recognized the black cloak and the cowl of the hood; bright yellow eyes of pure evil.

She shut her eyes and whimpered a little too loudly, Emperor Palpatine quickly turned and saw a child huddled underneath the cart, he lifted the cart and the child bolted out from under it and ran down the alley. Emperor Palpatine sensed the Force-sensitivity in this child; he used the Force to stop her. Anne cried out as she found herself being lifted and held in place as the dark figure approached. She began to panic. Emperor Palpatine touched her mind and sensed great fear.

"What's your name?" Emperor Palpatine asked as she cried.

"Anne. Please Emperor Palpatine, I'll do anything that you ask, please don't kill me." Anne begged.

"How old are you?"

"Six."

"Where are your parents?"

"Huh?"

"Don't make me repeat myself." Emperor Palpatine intoned sternly.

"I think they're dead, Emperor Palpatine."

Anne was lowered to her feet and she threw herself at Emperor Palpatine's feet, groveling. He grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet and took her.

"Please let me go."

"Not on your life. You will do as you are told and when you are told, you are to serve only me. You are not to attempt escape, do not be insolent, do not be disobedient or else the punishment will be very harsh, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Emperor Palpatine." Anne cried as his right claw-like hand tightened around her wrist, very nearly shattering all the bones in her wrist.

"Do not let me ever see you cry or the punishments will go harder on you."

"Yes, Emperor Palpatine." Anne whispered.

Emperor Palpatine noted that she had a foul stench, was incredibly thin and malnourished, her blond hair was full of lice and her clothing was torn and tattered.

Once at the palace, Emperor Palpatine commanded that she be completely scrubbed down, wounds dressed, and that she was fed. Her clothes were torn from her and incinerated after the doctor examined her she was taken to Emperor Palpatine's chambers. He was standing near his favorite window with his arms behind his back. The Doctor instructed Anne to prostrate to the floor and not to move an inch until she was instructed. The black durasteel floor was cold and hard but she didn't dare complain or say anything. Emperor Palpatine knew Anne was lying on the cold floor shivering; he let her lay there for a long time. He was testing her limits. He sat in his leather recliner and drank a glass of red wine, Anne felt his eyes on her, she was fearful. He felt it rolling off her in giant waves, he absolutely reveled in it. It made him feel stronger. Anne tried to remember everything she had been told, she didn't want to cry but tears came anyway.

Emperor Palpatine lifted her up and held her in mid-air, his bright yellow eyes were shining forth, and Anne was looking at her feet and wouldn't look him in his eyes.

"Somebody must want a beating." Emperor Palpatine softly stated.

Anne raised her eyes and saw the evil glare; she didn't dare move to wipe her tears from her eyes. She cried out as she was slammed against the wall and curled into a tiny ball.

"You disgust me." Anne felt a strong mind probe into her thoughts as they were being ripped out one by one. She didn't dare cry out. Emperor Palpatine stormed to the young girl and repeatedly slapped her across the face. She took it and prayed that it would end soon, she then mercifully blacked out. When she awoke she was in a cold dark cell with only water, a bed, and a bucket. She saw her reflection in the water of the bucket, her right eye was swollen shut, and her face was black and blue. She lay underneath the black slab that served as a bed and gently allowed her tears to come forth since she was alone and didn't sense Emperor Palpatine anywhere near.

She was very hungry and lonely. She felt Emperor Palpatine approach her cell, and she prostrated at his feet again as the door slid open.

"Rise and follow me." Emperor Palpatine ordered.

Anne was cold as she shivered; the black dress she was wearing wasn't warm enough. She wouldn't dare complain or say anything. She didn't want another beating. She kept her head lowered as she tried to follow his strides. Emperor Palpatine stopped suddenly; Anne fell to the floor to avoid stepping on his cloak.

He turned on her suddenly and found her kneeling on the floor with her eyes cast to the shiny floor.

"Stand up! Get off the floor, what the hell is the matter with you? Do you need another lesson?"

"No, please Emperor Palpatine. I try to be good."

He raised his hand and slapped her, Anne fell to the floor again as she held her cheek. He reached for her and grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet.

"Do not fail me again or else." Emperor Palpatine yelled as he bore his yellow eyes into her bright blue ones. Anne felt her ear being grabbed as she was pulled along the corridor; she was taken to his private chambers. "You will scrub this floor until it shines. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Emperor Palpatine."

Emperor Palpatine pulled a piece of fruit towards him and ate it in front of Anne, he sensed her intense hunger.

"If I am pleased you will get dinner." Emperor Palpatine stated before leaving the chamber.

Anne bowed and went to work, it took most of the morning and late afternoon before she finished. When she did finish, she made his bed it was soft and the sheets were black satin with a red goose-down comforter. She didn't know what she was supposed to do after she completed her chores. She decided to sit on the floor near the corner and pulled her feet up to and wrapped her arms around them. She lay her head down and attempted to calm her stomach, it had been two days since she had eaten.

She saw the bowl of fresh fruit just within her grasp. "No, he'll beat me. I'm going to be good. He said I'd get supper if I please him." Anne felt a cold dark presence enter the chambers; she lay on her stomach as Emperor Palpatine entered his room. The floor was very shiny and even his bed had been made. He was amused, the servant had done well. She lay at his feet and he didn't acknowledge her, he stepped over her. She didn't move.

The bell chimed and Emperor Palpatine opened the door with the wave of his hand, a large cart was being pushed into the room, it was his favorite dinner. Anne still hadn't moved from her place.

"Thank you, you may go."

"Milord, enjoy."

He poured the red wine and ate his dinner. Anne heard the silverware cutting the meat, the satisfaction of a hot meal; she was dismissed before even getting a sliver of meat or the steamed vegetables. She held her tears in and was escorted to her cell by a stormtrooper.

She was locked into her room and tears of hunger and stomach pains hit her. "I guess I didn't please him, but at least he didn't give me a beating." Anne muttered to herself. The next morning, she felt faint and incredibly weak, she was taken to Emperor Palpatine's chambers once again, and this time he was drinking a cup of coffee and eating a bagel with cream cheese. She prostrated herself to Emperor Palpatine's feet and waited for a mere morsel of food to drop to the floor.

"You are hungry aren't you?" Emperor Palpatine cruelly asked.

"Yes, milord."

"Good." Emperor Palpatine stepped on her hand and she felt three of her fingers pop, she slightly whimpered.

"Scrub my floors and clean my refresher, don't let me catch you eating my leftovers or else."

"Yes, milord."

Anne obeyed as he left the chamber, she found a bucket with hot water and entered the refresher and thoroughly cleaned it stopping only to quench her thirst with the cold water. Anne finished her chores and made his bed. She curled up in her favorite corner of the chamber and the beautiful scent of the fresh fruit in the bowl wafted over to her.

"No, I can't. I don't want another beating."

Emperor Palpatine found Anne asleep in the corner, it was after midnight before he returned to his chambers, the fruit bowl was untouched and even his evening meal was undisturbed. The girl completed her chores; he touched her mind and found her completely obedient even with the fruit bowl not a mere twenty feet from her favorite corner. She was absolutely terrified of receiving a beating from him, he enjoyed this aspect. Another day without food would really solidify her servitude to him. He allowed her to sleep in the corner and went to bed himself. Anne awoke and Emperor Palpatine was standing over her, with his hands on his hips. She prostrated herself again at his feet, not really knowing what to expect. She hoped she wouldn't be in for a beating. Emperor Palpatine told her to get a bath and to go wash her hair.

"May I stand, milord?"

"No crawl."

Anne felt a sharp kick in her rear as she moved faster.

"Hurry up." Emperor Palpatine kicked her again this time using the Force to propel her faster out of the room. Anne entered the refresher and found a tub full of hot steaming water. She slowly got in and cried as the hot water scalded her she scrubbed herself raw and her head hurt as the shampoo burned to get rid of the final remnants of lice. When she left the tub, she found Emperor Palpatine standing outside the door and tossed her a solid black dress and a pair of underwear, socks and black shiny shoes. This outfit was different than she was used to; it was warmer and better quality.

She was admonished not to prostrate while wearing such an outfit, that she was merely to bow. Anne dressed and found Emperor Palpatine eating breakfast, his usual coffee and bagel.

"Get me your hairbrush." Emperor Palpatine ordered. Anne returned to the refresher and picked up the large wooden hairbrush. She presented it to Emperor Palpatine, he finished drinking his coffee and pulled Anne towards him and turned her around and started to brush her hair. It was the first time Anne felt tenderness coming towards her. She was silent as was Emperor Palpatine braided her long dark blond hair.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Behave and you never need fear me."

"Yes, milord." Anne responded.

"Sit."

Anne gently took her seat and put a napkin in her lap, she was served bacon, eggs, and a biscuit with a large glass of milk. Anne kept her eyes on her food and wouldn't make a move without permission.

"You may eat."

"Thank you, milord."

Anne ate slowly enjoying the delicious food. After breakfast, she was ordered to change into her servant dress and to hang up her dress and fancy clothing. She was ordered to clean the bedroom. Emperor Palpatine left. Anne's stomach finally stopped churning and she was able to complete her chores. She sat in her favorite corner and fingered her long braid; she still felt his fingers gently caressing her hair as it was braided.

Author's Note:I've been working on this one for awhile; as you can probably tell. If I get a good response I will continue the next chapter. But like I said, this is going to get very ugly very quickly. Also I do not own Star Wars or any of the character therein.—Darth Gladiator45