"Hirani Dameron-"

"Corvick." The tiny woman interrupted coldly.
The tall, whippet thin man with pale red hair looked at her coldly with his bulging ice blue eyes.

"Hirani Dameron, born Hirani Corvick to Lyn Seine a whore on the lower levels of Coruscant and Garran Corvick an astro mechanic on Yavin 4 where you have resided almost your entire life." He started again through clenched teeth, looking down at the data pad in his hands.
"At sixteen you were married to one Flight officer Poe Dameron, who quickly rose through the ranks to Captain within the Republic Force, and for the last six years you have worked in Korg's Cantina with no sign of your husband." He paused to look at the half naked woman strapped to the interrogation slab in front of him.
"We already know he joined the rebel scum.
What we want to know is where their secret base is located."

"I've never heard of him." She said coolly. "He sounds like a bastard though." The man in front of her smirked briefly before looking up at her and turning the pad so she could see.

"You can lie all you want Madam Dameron. We have your entire history in our files." He returned smugly. She refused to look. She knew it would all be there. The date of their wedding, pictures of her and her husband respectively as well as together, both of their birthdays, the day the twins were born, pictures of them both, all of the data on the twins.

"Then you know that I got that job at Korg's after my husband walked out on me while I was pregnant with the twins you monsters stole from me." She returned with a snarl. "I am not married anymore, for all I know my ex-husband is dead."
He made a sympathetic sound in his throat as he stiffly rose and crossed the room behind her.

"It's alright Madam Dameron." He crooned from behind her.

"Corvick. My name is Hirani Corvick!" She snapped impatiently.

He continued as if she had not spoken; "We just want to ask you a few questions about your husband's involvement with the rebel scum. As the wife of one of their most famed pilots you might have some valuable information." She snorted derisively.

"I haven't spoken to that man in six years. For all I know he has been whoring his way through the galaxy." She stated dismissively.

The searing hot brand was pressed to her right shoulder without warning and she screamed in agony as the acrid stench of burning flesh permeated the room.

"Just tell me what I want to know and this will stop." He urged her. "I take no pleasure in doing this to you." The obvious excitement in his voice betraying the lie. "Where are the rebel scum hiding?"

"I don't know!" She cried out, sobbing with relief as the brand was removed from her tortured flesh, her chest heaving as her lungs laboured for breath. "I haven't spoken to him since he walked out." She added in a broken voice.

"I don't believe you." Her tormentor snarled as he pressed the brand to her exposed ribs this time.

On it went for hours, a new place to press the brand, a new question that she couldn't answer.
Finally she was released from the chair and taken to the medical bay where her burns were given minor treatment, and then she was cuffed to that infernal chair again, a nutrient shot injected into her neck, and she was left alone.

On it went; she was whipped bloody, electrocuted, burned, kept awake for days, drugged, and beaten by a squad of storm troopers, shown the training her two children were being forced to endure, hearing those two beautiful boys crying for her and being told she had abandoned them. That she did not love them. That is what had finally broken her.
Eventually she stopped crying, eventually she stopped responding unless they hurt her, eventually she lost her voice to the continual screams they drew from her. That Hux drew from her.

One day he got careless, he had left her unguarded in her cell with the door wide open, he had done this to her before too, she did not even try to escape this time. The first time he had done it he had just shown her what was being done to her children; he had told her where they were being kept, on the training facility on a new base that was being built.
She had tried to escape, planning to find them and bring them home, to bring as many children as she could home with her, she had made it as far as the hangar, where Hux himself was waiting for her.

"Here's the cell." She heard a stormtrooper say. "The rumour is she's related to a big shot in the resistance."
She flinched, clearly this was a new torture that had been thought up for her.

"Kriff!" She heard a familiar voice suddenly, a voice from long ago, stirring something lost in the back of her mind. "What did you people do to her?" Her restraints were removed, but she still did not move.

"I don't think you want to know." The stormtrooper seemed sheepish. "She's been here for thirty standard cycles. I'm not sure it's a good idea to take her with us, but I can't leave her here knowing that the General has been handling most of her interrogations himself."

"I'd kill you if you tried anyway." The voice replied, as the owner stepped towards her. "Come on Rani. Let's get you out of here." She felt warm calloused hands on her brutalised flesh and flinched as he carefully lifted her off the slab.

"I'll find something we can use to disguise you." The stormtrooper said, and she heard him walk away quickly.
Her eyes drifted shut as blackness took her.

Hey guys, I'm not going to even pretend that I'm going to be reliable with this story. I figured out the problem I've been having with my writing, I just wasn't enjoying it so I wasn't putting out content that I'm happy with.
As long as I am enjoying myself I am going to continue writing it.
With this particular story I am just going with the flow and seeing what happens, that was a huge part of my problem, I wasn't letting the words flow I was planning them instead of free forming.