The place reeked of rotting garbage and animal waste. Water dripped from rusting pipes and fell to the dirt floor below, creating muddy puddles. The only light came from a bare yellow bulb suspended in the air. It's feeble light was unable to penetrate the dark shadows of the room's corners, but there did not have to be light for Anakin to know what was there.
The dark presence of the Sith made filled every corner of his mind, taunting him with it's dark power while he lay helpless on the floor. What does he want with me? Anakin thought as he gazed into the dark corner the Sith had retired to after he had tortured him. What more could he want? I've been been put through Hell for the pleasure of that twisted black bastard and his master! Anakin shuddered as he recalled the torture sessions he had endured at the hands of the Sith. The Sith was exceptionally well trained in the art of "persuasion" as he put it, Anakin recalled as his mind flashed back to the manner the Sith had tortured him. The physical abuse was something Anakin was able to endure, but the mental abuse was like nothing he had ever encountered before. Images had spring unbidden to his mind, images of his mother, Shmi killed by Obi-Wan and Padme. Anakin knew that his master would never do that to him, or Padme, but as the days turned into weeks without anyone coming to save him, Anakin's tormented mind began to create it's own demented theories without the help of the Sith. Someone please save me!! Anakin's ravaged mind desperately thought, as the dark side's temptations began to become to overpowering for him to resist.

To be continued….

So, how did you like it? It's my first Star Wars Fanfic, and I have no idea how to finish it, so feel free to add your opinion.