In The Hands Of The Enemy, a Sabezra fanfiction

Chapter 10

The last few hours had been one of  the worst ones in Ezra's life. He had been shocked senesless multiple times. The guards had came in to beat him and taunt him. They repeatedly punched him and threw  him to the ground, calling him and his friends "rebel scum". He had still been in handcuffs so he couldn't fight back. The torture probes had came in with their needles and injected him with different liquids. After all this,  Ezra still held his own, and had said nothing about his family or any secret locations of the Rebellion. In fact, the only time he had opened his mouth the entire time was to scream.

His medical condition was disasterous. His left arm felt loose, like a tooth that was about to fall off.  His head felt like there was a hammer banging on it from the inside. He could barley move the leg that Thrawn had fractured himself. And he was covered in deep cuts and bruises. The clothes that he was wearing had rips all over it. 

At the moment, he had been left all alone to bleed and suffer in the small torturing cell. This was probably the most miserable thing out of all of this. It made him miss his family more. He wondered what the crew was thinking of right now. Hera and Kanan must be worried sick. Chopper wouldn't care.  Zeb was probably glad to have his room back, (he snorted at that, besides himself). Sabine might miss him a little. They would all get over him in a week or two. After all, it was for the best, he assured himself. In this state, he probably wouldn't even make it a week. 

His thought were interrupted by the swoosh of the cell door opening. At first he thought it was the guards, but it was worse. The man who had started it all. Thrawn.

"Well, well, well.." The admiral stated to the beaten up Jedi. "I have to admit,  Bridger. You are stronger than i suspected. Most of the people I torture last 30 minutes in here. But you are quite admirable. Seven whole hours." Thrawn circled around his prisoner, looking at him from every angle. He was beginning to get frustrated at the young man. Why couldn't he just break already? Even the most hardened warriors lasted 3 hours in here at most. Why was this boy so unusually strong? 

Ezra smirked, getting some of his old sass back. "Well, sorry to dissapoint," He taunted the admiral. "But I don't break when it's about my friends. I don't think you know how it feels, After all, you have no friends. All you have is a rebellion on your hands that you can't squash, a brainless army, and a room full of art." 

Thrawn groweled. "Stupid boy." he slapped Ezra across the face hard. "You know what? I think your rest time is over. It's torture  again. " Ezra's eyes widened in horror as Thrawn stepped out of the room, and torture devices entered. He began to scream as the machine switched on. But he would not break, he would not break. The fate of his family and friends rested on his shoulders. 

He missed his family so so so much. Especially Sabine

A/N

And thats that! I know i said that I wouldnt update today but yesterday i stayed up till 11 writing this down on paper. I was bored. I got a 10 minute break in studying so i typed it up. I hope you liked this chapter. I worked really hard on it

Peace out and may the force be with you,

Catie