Always two there are: The Power in the Force

Never Go In Torture Rooms

Empire's POV:

Ezra's POV:

Note to everybody that could get in my situation: Never go into torture rooms especially with Vader, the FB, and the SS. They put me on the table that Kanan was on in Fire of the Galaxy. A lot of tools were by the inquisitors and Sith Lord. Knives, syringes, lightsabers, whips, electricity, and much more. I am done for.

List of what they did to me:

Electrocutions everywhere

Light saber burns all around my body
Trying to enter my mind

Destroying and trying to reverse my memories (It didn't work)

Breaking each and every bone in my body Multiple Times (One break is not enough for dark siders for some reason)

Threatening me like idiots

Whipping my chest, back, arms, and legs leaving blood dripping out of the wounds

Injecting me with syringes that either made me feel like my skin was on fire/freezing to death or made me see my crew/family dying cause of Vader or inquisitors

Knives digging into my skin causing a lot of blood and some going deep in me
Stiches with me awake with no painkillers

The SS nails across my face, chest, and back and in a very sexual and creepy way

A machine that makes your ears and head pound like no tomorrow

Punching, kicking, slapping, and more causing red, blue, purple, and even green bruises everywhere

That is it and that was only took 30 minutes. Did it end after that no. It just kept going.

Time Skip

After 5 hours, 5 horrible, horrific, deadly, painful, insane, and sad hours, Vader finally left. But this galaxy wants me to die. The SS went to work. . . on me.

"Now what should I do to you?" she whispered into my ear while her hands went through my hair. Her right hand brushed my cheek and no blood came, yet. She flipped the torture table over so I was starring at the ceiling. My head knew her intentions, but my heart didn't want to accept it.

"Vader, the FB, and I have tried to break you physically, but you leave us no choice. Mental breaking. Not just entering a mind, but hurting innocence, feelings, and memories. Guess which one I'm doing," the SS teases and I already know which one she was doing. Sadly.

The SS's POV:

Laying my lips slowly on the child's lips was just delightful. He froze and tears ran forensic his face. My hands undid  all of his buttons on the shirt. I kiss his lips with more passion that I knew he would never match and like the other night he didn't expect it. I didn't count his breaths cause it would the child time to think. I kiss cheek then lead to neck then start on his chest. The child was struggling against the restraints with tears still streaming down his face.

The FB was in disgust. He just wanted a blood bath, but I love the breaking process. The tears, begging, defiance, and finally the screams. I was about to undo his pants while the child went deathly still. His precious electric blue eyes begging me to stop. I cruelly smile and start to undo his pants. I wasn't able to finish.