Vader slices off Luke’s hand

Vader twists his lightsaber into Luke’s and spins it around and around, shifting sharply in the opposite direction. The young Jedi tried his hardest to hold onto his weapon and guard against the onslaught - but he was left defenseless as Vader snuck off his twist, leaving the poor youth and his hand completely exposed. The red lightsaber arced upward from below and sliced clean through Luke’s wrist, immediately severing his right hand and saber. Luke let out a long and shrill scream as he felt the pain, his eyes blinded by tears. Through the corner of his blurred vision, he could see his hand his father’s lightsaber spun and fall deep into the endless abyss of empty space that hang beneath them both. Luke moaned as he grabbed his stump and squeezed, the wound completely cauterized and bloodless.

“There is no escape,” Vader hissed. “Don’t make me destroy you.”

Luke struggled to stay steady on the beam - it was narrow to begin with and even harder now that he only had one hand. He looked up at Vader in rage and defeat, humbled by his loss. His intense passion sent blood flowing all throughout his body, leaving a quite prominent bulge in his lower regions as he faced his nightmare.