We all stood there awaiting the pain.
"Take off you helmets," Phasma said. We all slowly slid our helmets off our head and held it under our arm. Phasma walked up to the first person, a man with dark skin and bright blue eyes. She started whipping him all over. He screamed in pain. I cringed at the sight. She moved on to the next person. A man with tan skin and slick back black hair. She started whipping him too. Blood running down his face from all the cuts. Then she walked to the next person, a female with long wavy brown hair and dark hazel eyes. She started whipping her. She screamed in pain and I could see Phasma smiling under that silver helmet. She enjoys this. She whipped one other man and next was me.
She slowly walked up to me taunting me.
"You think you're leader of your quadrant. well guess what, your not!" She said getting right up in my face.
She looked me right in the eye. I can tell she hated me the most. She held up the whip and started hitting me with it. It hurt so bad. I screamed and fell to the ground on my knees. Blood was oozing from my nose. I had bruises all over my forehead and my arms. She kept whipping me and I kept getting cuts and bruises.
She finally stopped and moved on to the next person. I tried to stand up but I couldn't. I looked around me and saw no one could help me. If anyone stepped out of line we would all get whipped again. I just lay there on the cold stone floor.
Blood dripping onto the ground. I looked up and saw Phasma whipping the last few people.
I just lay back down hoping it would all end. I wanted to scream, but I knew Phasma would whip me if I did. So I didn't dare scream. I couldn't go through that again.
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Fanfiction"SOMETIMES ITS OKAY TO THINK WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS RIGHT, EVEN IF IT IS WRONG" [Completed]
