𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓭 𝓑𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓞𝓷𝓮-𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Y/N slowly opens her eyes to find herself attached to one of the Empire's classic torture devices. She gasps in shock and desperately tries to remember what had happened to her prior. Then, with horrifyingly perfect clarity...she remembers.

Y/N was on a stealth mission, its objective being to retrieve critical Rebel intel the Empire had stolen. Alas, Y/N was captured by highly trained Imperial spies, who had ambushed her before she could make her escape. 

At least I sent the Intel's location back to home base, Y/N thought. 

Abruptly, the cell ray shield disappeared and a man in a dull grey uniform gracefully marched over to Y/N with his entourage of stormtroopers.

"You may be wondering why you haven't been killed already, seeing as you are a traitor to the Emperor. 

"The only traitor is your Emperor, who killed thousands of Jedi!" Y/N snaps back.

The man didn't even blink, "Foolish Jedi," He spat, "Nonetheless, it appears you have some information worth knowing. Now, tell me where your rebel base is located...or die."

"Why would I give up information if you'll just kill me either way?" Y/N questions him.

"Because, Jedi, these options are not live or die, but rather how much agony you wish to endure before you die."

Y/N gulped but then felt a sense of honor for she realized that she was fully prepared to endure any kind of torment, if it meant saving anyone's life.

"It seems you have chosen the unwise painful road to death," He said after Y/N remained silent, "As you wish, Jedi." He nodded to the trooper manning the device's controls, "You may begin," And exited her cell. 

Y/N felt the machine she was strapped to vibrate against her. All at once different sorts of needles and tools began to whir to life, Y/N felt utterly helpless as the pain instantly began to pour through her entire body. Overcome by agony, Y/N's eyes rolled back into their sockets as she embraced oblivion.

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Y/N opened her eyes to find a pair of kind brownish-hazel eyes looking at her own. She gasped but then grimaced from the pain that erupted throughout her whole being.

"Woah woah woah. Take it easy there, you've been through a lot," The man with soft eyes said to her gently, "The name's Hunter, I'm here to help you. What do you say? Wanna get off this planet?"

Y/N nods weakly not caring that he is a clone, as Hunter unstraps her bonds, which leave nasty marks on her skin. Once she is released, she takes a step forward but only goes so far before her wobbly legs give out. Y/N collapses onto Hunter who carefully catches her by the waist before she meets the ground.

"Careful now," Hunter says, "I should have warned you that you'd be sore." Then he picked her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her out of the gloomy cell. Y/N's cheeks burned, and she tilted her face down bashfully. 

No one had ever held her like this before.

Growing up in the Jedi Temple as a youngling, Y/N was deprived of physical touch, though, never even realized it. During the Clone Wars her master, Plo Koon, would often touch her shoulder or gently pat her back. But what Y/N was currently experiencing was vastly different from her master's fatherly embraces. However, Y/N couldn't seem to figure out why being carried by this clone trooper made her stomach feel strange.

Y/N decided she was just being irrational, after all, she was in an enormous amount of pain so she probably wasn't thinking straight...

Hunter moved swiftly corridor after corridor, with Y/N safely in his muscular arms. She hears him comm someone, "Tech, I'm with the prisoner, are you at the rendezvous point?"