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warnings : overall torture themes (stabbing, cutting, burning, etc.) its basically a filler chapter until the action starts.

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y/n pov

The last thing I remember is being bopped on the head, and Mando staring at me. That prick. I can't believe he sold me out. I mean personally i don't exactly blame him but it was a dick move. 'But now's not the time for that', I thought before forcing my eyes open.

I now sit in a metal chair, screwed into the ground, arms strapped behind my back and my legs bound to the front legs of the chair. I also happen to notice I'm alone, in this darkish room, but there's a camera.

'Probably watching me' i think. I swear if they did anything to the baby i'll-

"She's awake." I hear a trooper say as he opens the door, then two more come in and it locks behind them.

'Shit'

Now it's me vs four storm troopers. I'm broken out of my thoughts when one of them steps forward, and breaks the silence.

"Listen. We are going to cut to the chase." he says. I blow a strand of hair out of my face, and nod, silently saying 'go on'. "We need the location of your brother."

It's dead quiet until i can't help but let a small laugh out. They all stare at me like in crazy. "I think you got the wrong person." i say with a small smirk.

"We aren't afraid to beat it out of you." one of the troopers says grimly. My smirk drops almost instantly, and I get uncharacteristically nervous. "I don't even know who you're talking about, hell, i don't even know my own last name!" I exclaimed a little at the end.

Two troopers nod at each other before putting their blasters on their belts, before walking over to me, one on either side. I sweat a little out of nerves. "Wait- what are you-" I begin before the one on my right puts a hand around my throat and squeezes, not enough to kill me, but enough to make my breaths raspy.

"We will ask you one more time. Where is your brother?" the one on my left says, while putting a hand on my metal shoulder, right where the shiny metal meets the flesh. "And i'll tell you this one more time. I don't know who you are even talking about." I struggle to rasp out.

The trooper on my right lets go of my throat, and my head falls forward a bit due to me trying to catch my breath. I failed to see that now both troopers are on my left feeling up my arm, and when I do it's too late to stop them.

I can feel my left shoulder burn, as if it was being lit on fire, and then someone squeezes a lemon into it. I can feel the tingling of the nerves as they get torn. And that's when it hits me.

They are literally ripping my arm off.

Tears free fall down my cheeks as I try to keep in sobs, struggling against my bonds. I bite my bottom lip, hoping to not give them the satisfaction of my pained noises, but I can't help but let out a couple ugly sobs, tears rolling down my cheeks. I feel the arm come completely off, I'm no longer in control of it, and it goes limp, so they untie that one, and carelessly toss it in the corner of the room.

I catch my breath as now I only feel the throbbing of my left shoulder, now bleeding and armless once again.

I feel a light slap on the right side of my face, and a trooper in front of my face, knocking me out of my painful trance.

"Just tell us where your brother is, skywalker, and we will let you off easy." He says, now grasping the handle of a sharp blade.

I shake my head a bit, and wince at the sound of my blood dripping onto the cold concrete floor. "I don't... wait, what..?" I say tiredly. I don't usually get this tired, but I think I can make an exception since my arm was just ripped off, it was different with mando, because we took it off carefully, and how it's supposed to be as opposed to tearing it off, and some of my flesh and nerves with it.