Ch. 32, The Attack

Charlie woke up still dizzy and found herself sitting in Grievous chair with him bending over looking at her, "Oww," she rubbed the back of her head.

"Welcome back," he said raising her chin with his finger.

Some how she could tell he was still very mad, "What are you going to do?" he stroked her face with another hand. Charlie jumped when he touched her skin with his cold metal fingers.

"Nothing at the moment," he mumbled.

Charlie closed her eyes and started praying silently. She knew he was lying, Grievous wasn't the forgive and forget type.

"But very soon, you will know immense pain." he said coldly.

Charlie looked down opening her eyes half way. He moved around to the back of the chair as started rubbing her shoulders roughly, "You will help me."

Charlie winced in pain, "No I won't," she was to tired to knock his hands away.

"I know you're going to help me whether you do it consciously or not," he increased the pain to her shoulders.

"What makes you think I'm going to be doing anything?" she asked closing her eyes and holding in her groans of pain.

"Because I know," said grievous.

Charlie glared at the floor, "You keep thinking that if it makes you feel better!"

Grievous stopped and growled.

"To bad your bite is worse than your bark " she hissed and knocked one of his hands from her shoulders.

Grievous glared and jerked her up by the root of her hair. Charlie grunted and allowed him to cause fighting would only make the pain worse.

"You're really starting to get on my nerves," he hissed in her ear.

"You've already gotten on mine, you've been there for quite a while!" she hissed back.

Grievous threw her up against the wall and held her there. He reached to his belt and pulled something off and held it in front of her face, "Do you know what this is?" he asked coldly.

Charlie looked at the thing it was about the size of a light saber but the point was two little rods like a fork. "I didn't think you would and I'll be glad to tell you. It's a pulsar, its mostly use to get hearts that have failed a jump and get them back working. Need I go on?"

Charlie knew what was coming she tried to push off the wall to get away. But his metal arms wouldn't give. "No little Charlie," said Grievous as he turned the pulsar on with a free hand he moved her hair away from her neck and pressed the rods to her skin.

Charlie felt the energy bolts shooting threw her body. It was indescribable pain.

Grievous pulled the rods away and waited.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she started sobbing.

He cocked his head and repeated the process.

Until he released her dropping her to the floor. Charlie drew herself up together and screamed and cried until she was coughing and gaging.

"Are you ready to help me now?" he asked coldly.

Charlie opened her mouth to speak but found nothing would come out so she just shook her head.

"No?"He asked as she continued to shake her head. Grievous sighed, "Why must you be so stubborn"

Charlie reached out to crawl away from him, but Grievous pushed his foot down on her back pinning her to the floor.

"Where do you think you are going little Charlie?" he asked coldly.

Charlie breathed deep and rested on the floor knowing she wasn't going to get away.

Grievous removed his foot and bent down beside her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back.

"I'll ask one more time, little Charlie. And please don't make me hurt you. Are you ready to help me now?" he asked calmly.

Charlie grinded her teeth together hoping to ease the pain.

"Answer me Charlie." he growled.

"No!" she breathed.

Grievous sighed, "Very well then. Until you do, you'll conduct electricity!" he hissed and jabbed the rods of the pulsar to her neck and he held in there slowly turning up the power.

Charlie eyes rolled back in her head as her ears started to bleed.

A battle droid entered his chambers, "Sir we are under attack!" and the ship gave a sudden jerk. The rods left Charlie's skin as Grievous let go of her and she just fell to flat on the floor unmoving.

"Who is attacking us!" yelled Grievous.

"Jedi, Sir!" said the battle droid as the medical droid entered.

The medical droid looked at Charlie, "You killed her!"

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