Missing
Chapter 1: Prologue
Ahsoka's head fell as the electricity that had previously been raging through her nervous system was halted, she struggled to keep herself straight, if not for the holding cell - which was forcing her to stay upright – she would have collapsed from the merciless torture hours ago. The young teen gasped as the aches and after pains from her suffering came at her - full blast – she wouldn't last much longer.
She could smell the coppery odour of her own blood and a sticky, sweaty sensation hung in the dank atmosphere, making in hard for her the take in precious air that her body so desperately craved. Ahsoka forced down a wince – not wanting to show her captors any sign of weakness – as she sensed the feeling of death and despair in the room, she would not be the first to die there.
She resisted the urge to spit, the taste of her own blood and bile making her gag slightly as she tried to suppress the vomit that was churning in her throat. How she wished somebody would save her, or at least be merciful enough to kill her and end the agonising suffering that she was put through.
Ahsoka grunted as another wave of electricity shot through her, words echoed around the room: torments, threats, ultimatums…she couldn't tell. Her back arched as volts of the torturing energy ripped through her cells, not powerful enough to kill her but by god it was strong enough to hurt.
She was defiant though. Skyguy always complained she was too stubborn, but right now that was all she had…everything else was being ripped from her, she never even got the chance to say goodbye. She felt blood burst from her lip - her teeth had been biting into it for hours, stopping the cries and groans that were surfacing to her lips but now nothing stopped her from letting out a blood-curdling scream – it was almost the end for her.
That was her only regret – not being able to say goodbye to her friends…her family, those she had cared most for, even though the Jedi code dictated she shouldn't. But that didn't matter anymore, the dead don't live by rules and regulations of the living, of the Jedi…she wouldn't be around long enough to be scolded for her attachments.
If she could do things over she would keep everything exactly the same…even the events that led to her capture and torture, because every step of her journey, every line of her story had been a blessing to her. It sang to her as she faced death, knowing that this time she was in its hands, at its mercy and most likely would not escape alive. No, she would never change things.
The pain lessened, the electricity stopped its harsh attack on her small body, but the pain wasn't completely gone…it was never gone – always tucked away in her muscles, her bones…everywhere.
"Tell me youngling, where is it?"
Ahsoka lifted her head, looking her tormenter in the eye. "Did you think you broke me? That tickled." Ahsoka smiled teasingly and winked at her capturer. "It's a secret…and I'll take it to my grave."
Someone snapped their fingers.
Ahsoka registered a scream as the electricity raged through her again, taking her a few minutes to realise it was her own cry of torment. As the electricity's voltage was increased the only thought to cross her was: Skyguy, help me. And then she blacked out.
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