Star Wars Rebels: Fire Across The Galaxy-Twisted Version

Chapter 2

(Kanan pov)

A few hours after Ezra and the Inquisitor came and 'visited' me, I have stopped crying about Ezra's fall to the dark side and am lost in deep thought about how to save him and get out of here. But I can't think of a way to get out of here because I am strapped to this table. I can't even move off of it.

The door hisses open and the Inquisitor strides in, Ezra following close behind him.
"Jedi."
"Inquisitor," I reply.
"You really don't have any information for me, do you?" He asks angrily. "Even when I am inside your head, I find nothing of use to me or to the Empire."
"Even if I did know anything, I would never tell you!" I say boldly.
"Then I think that it is time for you to die, Jedi. There is no point in keeping you alive if you have nothing of use to us. But first, you will suffer."
His red lightsaber ignites and hovers over my shoulder, the one without armour. "Watch, my apprentice," he says to Ezra. "This is how you torture someone properly."
The lightsaber cuts deep into my shoulder and I bite my tongue hard so that I don't scream with the pain. Then the lightsaber burns down my arm. I stare at Ezra, my eyes begging him to stop this. But Ezra does nothing to stop it. It's not his fault, I tell myself. He's been drugged. The Inquisitor drugged him to turn him to the dark side.
The lightsaber slashes my leg and I finally cry out. Then the Inquisitor slashes me across the chest, causing me to scream with the pain. The Inquisitor deactivates his lightsaber. He turns to Ezra and hands him his old lightsaber. Ezra ignites it and the blue blade is now red.
"Kill him," the Inquisitor orders my Padawan. I gasp.