Gambler
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The smoldering remnant of the day fell under the horizon. Violet clouds drifted lazily through the sky, tinged with orange while a thread of crimson wove its way between. Naomi's glistening eyes followed the sun as it once again went to sleep, drenching Coruscant in gray darkness. It was her second sunset since arriving, and it was just as marvelous as the first. Almost immediately, the city sprung to life. Harsh yellow light needled its way into the falling darkness, usurping its control over the night. Others soon followed, a medley of reds and blues, of purples and greens, of pinks and oranges.
Street vendors packed up their goods, placing them under lock and key to ward against thieves. The crowd bulged as everyone tried to get somewhere at once. Workers walked home, gamblers to the casino, and everyone else to wherever was most convenient. Naomi lost herself in the crowd, her feet moving as part of that great machine. She breathed the air of the iron jungle and laughed. The sites and smells were so foreign. They were shiny, new.
The glossed eyes of a child wandered the streets, swaying with the crowd. Her feet shuffled aimlessly, but her eyes moved with purpose. They skipped over the skyscrapers, ignored the ships moving like over sized ants in the distance, and fell on the people. Dusty dresses, jumpsuits, and work-stained clothing met a critical eye. There was majesty in simplicity, but Naomi could not ignore the lack of true elegance.
The crowd spat her out with jarring abruptness. Men and women disappeared into cantinas and apartments, leaving her with the rest of the stragglers. The great machine finally stopped to rest for a bit. She was among the wavering puffs of smoke that still drifted from the mouth of the machine. She stopped. It suddenly seemed that there was nowhere left to go.
"Oh, now ain't you a pretty one?" a man said from behind her. Grimy hair covered a face only a mother could love. That is, if the mother was blind, and lacked the ability to smell. A hairy mole stuck out on the man's chin, quite pronounced on his otherwise wormy skin. His nose was too crooked, his eyes too small. Worst of all, he carried with him an absolutely foul odor. It was impossible to place, though perhaps a combination of corpses, feces, and sweat would come close.
Naomi spun away from the man, pushing herself into a hasty walk. She got four steps before a hand clamped around her wrist. Grubby fingers stained her formerly pristine sleeve, crumbling silk as they went. She tried to wriggle away, but the grip was unforgiving.
"Nuh-uhhh, yer not gonna get away that easy." Naomi struggled against his hand, further sullying her sleeve. "Now now, no need to be like that," the man said, pressing his body closer to hers. His face inched closer and closer, bringing those beady eyes level with her mouth.
"Yer a pretty one now. Too pretty," he said, licking his lips. His eyes drifted from her face. Something rose up in her throat, a horrid sound caught between a grunt and a scream. She could feel the man's eyes taking her apart, violating her, and she could do nothing to stop him. The man grabbed her other arm, pinning it uselessly against her side. She felt her feet dragging against the ground as he pushed her off of the main street.
Her heart was in her ears. The throbbing rhythm felt was like a child playing with a snare drum. Those eyes were still on her, hungering for her. Her body was lead. Her arms were useless, and her legs had given out on her. Even her head fell against her chest in defeat. Those eyes looked past her head, through her clothes.
The lights faded from view. Purple and green silhouettes dance beyond reach. Soft yellow light made the shadows feel so much deeper. She was slammed against a wall with enough force to make her gasp. Her head spun from the impact, dulling her eyes. His lips made burning circles on her face, dragging slaver along the contours of her jaw.
His hands moved from her arms, ripping at her sleeves. They moved along her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. They teased her arms, her stomach, her breasts... something inside her snapped. Tacit submission shattered with that sensation of violation. Teeth met flesh, leaving blood in her mouth.
"Little bitch!" the man snarled, snatching his face away from hers. She barely noticed the way her head snapped around when his hand crashed into her cheek. Blood dribbled from her mouth, not entirely her own.
Street vendors packed up their goods, placing them under lock and key to ward against thieves. The crowd bulged as everyone tried to get somewhere at once. Workers walked home, gamblers to the casino, and everyone else to wherever was most convenient. Naomi lost herself in the crowd, her feet moving as part of that great machine. She breathed the air of the iron jungle and laughed. The sites and smells were so foreign. They were shiny, new.
The glossed eyes of a child wandered the streets, swaying with the crowd. Her feet shuffled aimlessly, but her eyes moved with purpose. They skipped over the skyscrapers, ignored the ships moving like over sized ants in the distance, and fell on the people. Dusty dresses, jumpsuits, and work-stained clothing met a critical eye. There was majesty in simplicity, but Naomi could not ignore the lack of true elegance.
The crowd spat her out with jarring abruptness. Men and women disappeared into cantinas and apartments, leaving her with the rest of the stragglers. The great machine finally stopped to rest for a bit. She was among the wavering puffs of smoke that still drifted from the mouth of the machine. She stopped. It suddenly seemed that there was nowhere left to go.
"Oh, now ain't you a pretty one?" a man said from behind her. Grimy hair covered a face only a mother could love. That is, if the mother was blind, and lacked the ability to smell. A hairy mole stuck out on the man's chin, quite pronounced on his otherwise wormy skin. His nose was too crooked, his eyes too small. Worst of all, he carried with him an absolutely foul odor. It was impossible to place, though perhaps a combination of corpses, feces, and sweat would come close.
Naomi spun away from the man, pushing herself into a hasty walk. She got four steps before a hand clamped around her wrist. Grubby fingers stained her formerly pristine sleeve, crumbling silk as they went. She tried to wriggle away, but the grip was unforgiving.
"Nuh-uhhh, yer not gonna get away that easy." Naomi struggled against his hand, further sullying her sleeve. "Now now, no need to be like that," the man said, pressing his body closer to hers. His face inched closer and closer, bringing those beady eyes level with her mouth.
"Yer a pretty one now. Too pretty," he said, licking his lips. His eyes drifted from her face. Something rose up in her throat, a horrid sound caught between a grunt and a scream. She could feel the man's eyes taking her apart, violating her, and she could do nothing to stop him. The man grabbed her other arm, pinning it uselessly against her side. She felt her feet dragging against the ground as he pushed her off of the main street.
Her heart was in her ears. The throbbing rhythm felt was like a child playing with a snare drum. Those eyes were still on her, hungering for her. Her body was lead. Her arms were useless, and her legs had given out on her. Even her head fell against her chest in defeat. Those eyes looked past her head, through her clothes.
The lights faded from view. Purple and green silhouettes dance beyond reach. Soft yellow light made the shadows feel so much deeper. She was slammed against a wall with enough force to make her gasp. Her head spun from the impact, dulling her eyes. His lips made burning circles on her face, dragging slaver along the contours of her jaw.
His hands moved from her arms, ripping at her sleeves. They moved along her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. They teased her arms, her stomach, her breasts... something inside her snapped. Tacit submission shattered with that sensation of violation. Teeth met flesh, leaving blood in her mouth.
"Little bitch!" the man snarled, snatching his face away from hers. She barely noticed the way her head snapped around when his hand crashed into her cheek. Blood dribbled from her mouth, not entirely her own.
