In a flash she felt his strong arms around her, pushing her against the roaring machine.
She smeared sweat all over the cables and wirings with her sweaty palms, desperately grabbing on to anything she could lay her hands on to escape the brute's touch.
She tripped, and the heavy, electric cable sputtered, yet her fall was stopped by the brute, who had grabbed her arm.
She begged, whispering in her seemingly final breaths for mercy, but she knew it was pointless.
He grabbed her close and smelled her, and she was disgusted by this forced intimacy.
She avoided his kiss, the kiss of death, but he persisted and pressed his lips upon hers, the stink of corpses in his breath.
He had killed her companions, her entire team slaughtered by this human, and she was the only one left.
He violated her, under the soldier's watchful eyes, whose gun was keenly aimed at any sign of resistance.
She could not escape.
They left her there when it was all over, a shell of pain, nothing but sweat and tears, and she begged to die there in the dark, cursing the day the human was ever born.
Scorpius raised his hand in the air, his eyes finally looking away from Gilina's memories.
The spinning chair slowed down, the piercing pain stopped, and Scorpius gazed keenly into the technician's eyes.
She gasped for breath in this gap between pains, but she never looked away from the hybrid's piercing gaze.
"We shall stop for now." he said and he signalled the guard to come and collect the prisoner.
Gilina was released from her bonds and pulled from the chair with no strength in her body left to remain standing, so she had to be carried away.
Scorpius watched her all the while she was being carried away, and she knew this.
"An unexpected development." he said to the air, but his female assistant hung on his every word.
"Her memories appear truthful, yet she remains defiant. She's still hiding something. However, her loyalties are clear. Remove her from the interrogation logs. There will be no need for her to return to the Chair."
His assistant nodded with a slight bow.
"Inform the security-chief about today's proceedings. Tell him to keep an eye on this particular subject."
Her mind had been uninteresting, except for that final memory.
He realized why she had been so intent upon hiding it from the Chair, for such a painful trauma leaves scars upon the soul.
However, the Chair does not care.
Its only purpose is the truth.
Scorpius, finally alone in the room, sat down in the Chair with an air of triumph, yet a hollow one.
Screening the workforce for potential spies was a necessary and handy activity, but he longed for the day when he would get someone of real value into his chair, someone with real knowledge to be uncovered, someone challenging, someone worthwhile.
On a whim, he called for the guards via the comms.
"This is Scorpius." he said. "Bring in the Banik Slave."
This could prove to become an interesting evening nonetheless.