Obi-Wan and Rex find themselves enslaved on Kadavo, and each day brings new horrors.

I didn't really go into graphic detail here but there is mention of torture, whipping, and waterboarding. If these things bother you, please skip this chapter.

Day 10: Poor Unfortunate Souls

Prompts: Whipping – Waterboarding,

Day 1:

They were gone, dead. He'd heard their screams and felt their life force vanish in a wave of pain and terror. And he hadn't been able to do a thing to stop it. Nothing. For all his abilities, for all his strength. Nothing.

He and Rex could only look on horrified with the other Togruta. All because of him, because they wanted to break him, to tear him down.

It wouldn't work. Obi-Wan Kenobi was more determined than ever that it wouldn't work. They could break his body into a thousand pieces, but he wouldn't give up, he couldn't. He owed Rex and the Togruta from Kiros that much.

Day 2:

The ore processing center was a circle of hell, Obi-Wan was sure of it. The furnaces blasted a heat equivalent to Tatooine's deserts. The work, if one could call it that, was designed to break a person, physically, mentally. It was repetitive, monotonous, and painful.

Everything ached and burned. His head swam, his mouth was dry. His injuries from the fight with D'Nar, from being chained and whipped and beaten before he'd even arrived, every one of them made themselves known. Every injury he'd ever had in the past seemed to awaken. His back screamed with every shovel of ore.

They hadn't gotten to sleep after arriving, they'd been put directly to work. Water was given occasionally, a bowlful at a time. Food…he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten.

Rex seemed to be doing somewhat better than he was, though he looked exhausted, sweat beaded his brow. His expression was kept carefully blank as the guards moved around them, wielding their electro staffs and whips.

It happened during a water break, his eyes fell closed for seconds, but someone had seen it. He'd felt Rex shake his shoulder.

"Sir—" Whatever Rex was going to say next was cut off by the electricity coursing through his body. Without a thought, Obi-Wan jumped between the guard and Rex, earning a jab from the electro staff.

He fell to his knees.

"Sleeping on the job? That's five lashes," The guard sneered, grabbing him by the hair, "For your friend,"

"No! Wait—" Obi-Wan shouted, struggling to get loose,

"And ten for you."

Day 3:

His back burned with every movement. His torn, filthy tunic stuck to the wounds. Rex was moving slowly beside him, his gaze empty as he shoveled oar into the carts.

They'd given Rex lashes first. After the first three, they realized that his armor had protected him from the worst of it. Both of them had been forced to strip. Rex's screams by the fifth lash still echoed in his ears.

Their clothing had been thrown at them and they'd been dismissed to the sleeping racks. Obi-Wan had hardly been able to get dressed, to walk initially. Rex had wanted to help him, but he'd refused. If anyone had seen it, he was sure Rex would be dragged right back for more.

So, he'd dragged himself upright and climbed up into the sleeping rack.

Sleep hadn't come, despite his exhaustion. Every time he'd closed his eyes he'd heard sobbing, someone coughing, screams, gagging.

A Togruta fell next to him and without thinking, he helped him, earning the Togruta a hit from the electro staff, the guard cheerfully informing him that others would be punished for his behavior, that he should learn his place.

The rest of the Togruta eyed him fearfully, and backed away when he came near. Their fear of him, their animosity, it hit him worse than the lash of a whip.

Day 4

His mind was wandering as he ate the meager rations they'd shoved at him as if he were an animal. One of the guards shocked him in passing, knocked the bowl and its contents into the dirt. The snarl that came from him surprised him. Perhaps that was what he was now, an animal.

He picked the rations up out of the dirt, beyond caring at this point.

He'd read somewhere that it took 72 hours for the brain to adjust to new circumstances. He was certain the person who'd written that had meant other circumstances. And yet he couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to it.

He wondered if help was coming at all, or if this situation, the one he found himself in, was the new normal.

Day 5:

Another Togruta had nearly collapsed under the strain of work. It was just as before, but Obi-Wan had been forced to grovel, to beg forgiveness in order to prevent further harm.

It was difficult to stay focused, the lack of sleep, the pain, the utter desperation around him was wearing on him.

Shovel after shovel, shock after shock.

Pain, his robes tearing at the raw skin on his back, hunger, nausea, exhaustion.

By the time night came, he surrendered to the darkness, the despair, the smell of waste and urine and vomit, he was able to blend it out until he surrendered to sleep.

Day 6:

He was torn from the bunk, his face hitting the floor and he groaned. Next to him, Rex was on his face as well, an electro staff pressing him to the floor.

Obi-Wan struggled, as electricity crackled through the collar.

"Enjoy your beauty sleep Jedi scum?"

"It was incredibly refreshing, thanks for—" The rest of his retort came out in a scream and he heard Rex struggling against the staff. He managed to push to his knees, overwhelming the guard for a moment before the second struck him with a whip. It glanced off the armor and Obi-Wan shouted a warning,

"Rex no!"

In the background, more guards were using their electro whips against the cowering and screaming Togruta who were in the sleeping room.

Rex froze, lowering his head and the guards backed off with one last hit of the staff against his collar. Obi-Wan braced himself for the blow, landing on the ground beside Rex.

"Soon Rex, soon." He whispered.

Day 7:

Something must have happened. Obi-Wan was in the middle of shoveling ore when they came and grabbed him and Rex. Their shovels were thrown at the nearest Togruta and they were dragged to a room and chained, their exhausted bodies hanging limply as they waited.

Neither Rex nor Obi-Wan dared speak but the look between them, their nods to each other were understood. If an opportunity presented itself, they would escape.

Eventually, after what felt like half an eternity of waiting, they were taken to separate rooms. There wasn't much, a chair, a tub of what could have been water, though the color was off.

Two guards came in, as well as another Zygerrian. He was hauled, dragged to the pool of water, his head shoved under its surface. He struggled, trying to free himself from the grip, his lungs screaming for air.

He was let up and gasped only to have his head pushed back under the surface again, mid-breath. He choked, inhaling and swallowing water inadvertently. They held him down longer until he began to think that maybe they weren't going to let him back up.

When they did, he choked and sputtered and gagged, trying to breathe. Through bleary eyes, he saw the familiar hover chair and pudgy figure of Agruss, the warden.

"What is Skywalker planning?"

"How would I know?" Obi-Wan managed between coughs. Agruss waved a hand. Obi-Wan's head was back under the surface of the rancid water.

Again and again, he was let back up and shoved back under.

He hung limply between the guards, his head swimming, his lungs burning.

"Skywalker?" Agruss inquired as if he actually expected an answer.

Obi-Wan smirked, "If this is your plan to break me, you'll have to try harder than that."

Day 8:

He'd been right, the water, it had been rancid, and contaminated. Unfortunately, he'd swallowed quite a bit of it against his will and spent the night vomiting.

The Togruta, if they had noticed, hadn't acknowledged or approached him.

Rex had risked punishment, checking on him on occasion as he lay miserably against the cold floor, his body heaving until nothing was left.

Rex said they had only beaten him, but Obi-Wan wasn't sure he was telling the truth, there was something haunted in his eyes, or perhaps it was the entire situation.

As they were sent to work, the exhaustion clouded Obi-Wan's mind, his body aching in a way he'd rarely experienced, he couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. They hadn't questioned him for no reason. Anakin had done something to anger them.

He could only hope that he'd hurry.

Day 9:

Rex had nearly collapsed. Whether it was the lack of food or exhaustion, Obi-Wan couldn't have been sure. He'd taken the lashes. Rex had barely been able to look at him afterward despite Obi-Wan's assurances that he was fine.

He wasn't fine though, he wasn't sure how much longer he or the others would hold up.

Day 10:

His first alert that something was different is when the guards, nearly all of them ran out of the room. There was something going on. It was nearly impossible to hear anything about the furnaces but he swore he heard an explosion. As the guards started to round up the Togruta and grabbed him and Rex to drag them before Agruss, Obi-Wan sent a glance and nodded to Rex, a hint of a smile.

Today would be the day that this nightmare was over.