Beneath the Shadows || Anakin x Reader

4 - You won't win

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(Y/N)'s POV
the cold, stril air of the interrogation chamber sit at my skin, amplifyng the sense of dread that had take root in my gut. The room was dimly lit, the walls a harhs, unyielding grey. My wrists were shackled to a metal chair in the center of the room, the bindings digging into my skin. I could feel the weigh of every breath, the tightnss in my cheast as fear gripped me.

I had been dragged here not long after being thrown into the cell, the battle droids handling m with the roughness typical of the kind. Now, I sat alone, waiting. Waiting for whatever has to come, knowing it wouldn't be so good.

The door hissed open, and the sound of the heavy, mechanical footsteps echoed throught the room. General Grievous emerged from te shadows, his towering, twisted from looming over me. His yellow eyes glowed with a cruel amusement, and his mechanical breathing filled the silence like a death knell.

"Jedi", he rasped, his voice a granting mix o organic and synthetic. "Did you truly think you could deceive me?"

I force myself to meet his gaze, swallowing down the fear that threatened to choke me. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.

He leaned in closer, the stench of his burnt flesh and machine parts nearly making me gag. "Information. The Jedi's plan, and what you were after on my ship." His voice dripped with malice."Tell me, and perhaps I'll spare you life."

I clenhed my jaw, forcing myself to stay silent. I knew this was coming. I had prepared myself for it as best as I could, but nothing could have trulyreadied me for the reality of facing down a monster like Grievous.

His eys narrowed as he studied me, and then he gave a low, menacing chuckle. "I see. You think your Jedi training will protect you. How quaint."

Before I could react, one of his clawed hands sho out, grasping my chin in a vise-like grip. The sharpness of his clws bit into my skin, and I winced, but I refused to look away, refused to give him the satisfation of seeing my fear.

"Tell me," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell me what I want to know, or this will get much worse for you."

I bit down on the inside of my cheek, focusng on the pain to keep my mind clear. I wouldn't betray the Jedi. I couldn't. The mission was too important, and too many lives were at stake.

Grievous released my chin with a shove, his claws scraping against my skin. He began pacing slowly in front of me , his eyes never leaving mine. "You are strong-willed, I'll give you that," he sneered. "But everyone has their breaking point."

With a flick of his wrist, he activated a panel on the wall, and he room hummed with a low, ominous energy. I barely had time to brace mysel before the pain hit.

It started as a sharp, searing jolt that shot through my body, evry nerve ending igniting in agony. My back arched involuntary as the shockwave cursed through me, and a cry tone from my thrat before I could stop it. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a brutal, relentless assault that made it impossible to think, to breathe, to do anything but endure.

When. the wave of pain finally receded, I was left gasping for breath, my muscles twitching from the aftershicks. Sweat dripped down my face, and my vision blured at the edges. I coul hear Grievous's laugh, low and cruel, echoing in the room.

"Now," he said, his tone almost casual, "shall we try this again?"

I force myselg to lift my head, to meet his gaze and whatever defiance I had left. I wouldn't give him what he wanted. I couldn't. The mission was too important. If I had to suffer for it, then so be it.