Torture Part 3

I was slowly drowning of that I was certain. Even my attempts to tap into the Force to prolong the inevitable began to fail.

No, I was not afraid of death, as death was only a beginning for another existence. But to leave my friends without ever saying good bye was hardest to accept.

Water invaded my mouth while and iron clad hand compressed making it almost impossible to breathe. Thoughts became impossible to form and my mind began to hallucinate, shaping pictures before my eyes that seemingly came to life.

I felt myself drift to the unconscious when suddenly someone yanked me out of the water by my hair. Blurry eyed and only half aware of where I was a voice reached my ears from far away.

“Thought you could just slip away, eh?” Marusi slapped my face several times. “There is someone who still has unfinished business with you.”

I coughed and spit water in his face, finally clearing my lungs. “You….will….not….kill…me…that…easily.” I croaked.

“Oh no, you won’t be killed but when we are done with you, you wish you were dead.” His eyes burned like dark coals. “Octavia takes great pleasure and care of such things.”

A cold breeze hit my face as Octavia approached the pool. “Let’s get her out of there.” She tapped Marusi’s arm. “There is a place that is perfect for what I have in mind.”

She glared at me, her frigid eyes sinking into mine. “When I am done with you even Obi Wan won’t recognize you.”

I summoned what little strength I possessed. “He does not need….a face…to recognize me. We have the Force.” Why I said such a thing I was not sure but couldn’t take it back now, could I?
“Ha, you and your Force. Magical mumbo jumbo. It’s not going to save you.” Octavia cackled while she and Marusi dragged me across the floor by my arms, my body sliding across the wet, stony ground.

Down the hall and into another dimly lit room. It smelled of death and decay. Fighting back nausea I let them place me on a chair. My hands were cuffed tightly to the armrests and my head secured to the back of the chair. Marusi came to stand in front of me to lay my ankles in shackles, his hands riding up the inside of my legs and thighs, and I took the opportunity to kick him hard.

He toppled over, swearing loudly in his native language at first. Octavia laughed evilly. “Serves you right, you pervert. Don’t you know these Jedi don’t do this sort of thing? They are prudes and repressed.”

“I don’t care.” He grunted while straightening up. “You bitch; you might have inflicted permanent damage here.” He yanked my feet to the side and tightened the restraints. “Octavia make sure she will never kick or walk again.”

“Don’t worry, I know my business.” She waved him out of the chamber. “And now my lovely, let’s begin.”