Enough is enough, he had enough, the benevolent Chancellor of the Grand Republic was beyond frustrated. For the past twenty-three years, he had been trying and failing to gain the trust of one Jedi Knight, in particular, one who showed immense promise in being just what he needed to complete his ultimate plan. So in secret, he sent some of his less than reputable colleges to capture the 'Hero with No Fear' when he knew the man would be vulnerable.

Deep within the metal confines of the city-planet known as Coruscant in a well-hidden forgotten corner. A metal cell was placed and in that cell held only one prisoner now this prisoner was not mad, crazy, or a sociopath. Quite the opposite was true the prisoner was only a prisoner because his warden wished it so. Taking advantage of the location of the cell the warden took every opportunity to cause pain and misery to the lonely man he held within.

"No, I will … agh … never join you … aaagh." Scream reverberated through the throat of the captive Jedi as electrical currents ran down his body. After the currents stopped a whip was violently laid across his body again and again it landed until new wounds landed upon even older ones. Then the barrage of pain stopped and someone's laughter started.

Now, this wasn't the laughter of someone feeling happy or even the nervous laughter that one sometimes gets when they don't want to offend a friend. This was a laughter that was guttural, harsh, and full of malice, one that sent massive shivers up Anakin Skywalker's spine. Hidden in the shadows of the room the laughter continued signifying that the person was taking great pleasure in inflicting pain on the young knight.

Once the laughter slowed the evil hidden in the shadows revealed his face. The face of Chancellor Palpatine, someone whom Anakin had once thought of as a friend. Now revealed to be the Dark Lord himself, leader of the Sith and the Galactic Empire alike. The old walked closer to his captive prey placing his face mere inches from Anakin's tired one.

"Skywalker, you will turn away from the awful light and embrace the incredible power of the dark side."

"Never." Anakin looked directly into the cold eyes of Sidious with unwavering defiance no matter how much pain he endured he would never betray the ones he loves and cares so much for. His defiance was so strong that the Sith Lord almost considered the thought of backing down for a while, almost.

"You will never leave this cell and in time you will see the hopelessness of your situation and you will turn in order to save yourself from enduring more of this. On that day become my apprentice you shall serve me in my new Empire." Going to the door he pushes the Jedi hard against the back wall. This forced Anakin's arms to almost pull out of their sockets.

When the door closed finally, the pressure on his chest, as well as the immense tugging sensations on his wrists, were removed and without the chains holding him up he fell to the cell's hard unforgiving floor. Upon landing on the ground he stayed there in order to gain some energy and not have any more pain being inflicted on him.

Hours upon hours passed with Anakin barely moving and without the steady rise and fall of his chest, anyone looking at him might assume that he was dead. Ironically, they were not that far off because he did feel like he was dead or as close to dead as a person alive could feel yet being alive.

Anakin didn't know how long it was before some food, water, blankets, and a small box of medical supplies were thrown in. As soon as he felt a bit stronger Anakin gently pushed himself off the ground and crawled over to where the supplies had landed.

Taking off his shredded upper layer he laid aside allowing him access to the new wounds that now littered his back. Opening up the water container he drank most of the liquid before stretching out with the force he did try to reach out past the room, but he couldn't go past the room so he focused on treating his wounds. Focusing on himself he used at that moment to take the water and as he drenched his back with it he made sure to get into the cracks in order to clean out all the dirt before drying off with one of the newer blankets.

Opening the medical box he found the same as the last time only a tube of bacta gel. Using the same tactics again he made sure that the gel went over his whole back and liberally placed over his newer wounds which allowed him some relief from the pain. Catching the brief moment of relaxation he allowed the bacta to do its thing while he got to work on creating bandages from the second of the three blankets.

Wrapping the strips over his new wounds until most of them were covered he then laid the first blanket lengthwise on the ground and wrapped the last one around himself and as soon as he ate the meager meal provided he laid down using his former top as a makeshift pillow. In that way, he laid trying his best to gain a few winks of sleep. Fairly, soon he drifted off into a restless sleep. Dreams came to him some nightmares, but more often than the darkness was the dreams that reminded him who he was and most especially what he was fighting for.