Rebels: Sabine Wren:Tell him to stop
From Create Your Own Story
Shocked, you shout at him, just loud enough for him to hear but soft enough so Hera doesn't hear you below. Being a well-trained Mandalorian, your blaster is already aimed straight at him, your finger ready to fire at any moment.
Ezra freezes, caught in the act, before he looks at you, eyes aghast. Then he calms down, his face breaking into a mischievous smile.
"Why are you-" you begin, before you feel something clouding your mind.
Time slows down.
Your vision blurs.
His arm is outstretched, his palm wide open. You feel something in your mind, something pushing your free will into a corner. You try to fight, to resist - you're a strong Mandalorian, you can't be beaten by this - but it's too strong. Your will is slowly but surely forced back.
You focus, attempting to fight back whatever this weird kid is doing to you, but you hear voices echo through your head, whispering sweet sounds of pleasure. It would be so easy to surrender.
In your blurred vision you see Ezra slowly moving towards you, his smile becoming wider and wider.
"Drop the blaster."
You want to say "No!", and force your finger to pull down on the trigger, putting an end to all this pressure. But you don't.
Slowly, you feel the strength go out of your hand, the grip on the blaster loosening—
The blaster falls with a 'clang'.
"Quiet! I'm trying to focus on something here!" you hear Hera shout, annoyed. You want to call out for help, against this kriffing weirdo, but your lips refuse to open.
He comes closer, bringing his face close to yours. You see his facial features up close, along with the manic smile that is now brazenly spread across his face.
He whispers, "Come with me," and crawls past you.
"Yesssss..." you slur unquestioningly, climbing out of the vent and into his room. Ezra looks out of his door furtively before quickly shutting it and engaging the lock.
Turning around to face you, he waves his hand again.
"Strip."
