Leia is Strapped Down

The Gamorean dragged Leia towards an empty chair. Perhaps she should have only gone kicking and screaming. Fighting one last doomed battle against whatever they intended to do to her. Instead she followed stoically. She was a princess and she was going to act like what. She would not let fear take hold of her.

This was her attitude, even as the chair's automatic wrist and ankle restraints kicked in. It was her attitude even as mechanical arms emerged from the wall. Saws buzzed and drills screached all around her. She turned back to the Gamorean and made note of his unique features. Not all of the pig men looked exactly alike. When she was free, she was going to be sure he would suffer. Though, not as much as Jabba...

But, to her surprise, what she felt next was only a dull prick. It was only when her vision started to grow woozy that it occurred to her what she'd felt. A syringe arm had pressed into her arm. One small mercy. It meant she didn't feel it even as the other arms started to descend. Her mind drifted off, uncertain who she would be when she woke up.

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