Okay, I'm late with this but… here ya go.

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Xyras let out a long, juddering breath as the blade was removed from his back. He had no idea what it looked like, but the careful and precise dragging of the blade across his spine and shoulders made it feel as though the scars would not be random – he'd been branded in blood.

A rough hand grabbed a fistful of his dark hair. Xyras' blue eyes focused on the figure in front. A woman, clad in black with a helmet across her face. She loomed over him as a shadow before a red, ebbing light followed a crackle. A scarlet lightsaber crackled as she slowly cocked her head to the side, examining him like a rodent or insect.

"I wonder if your mind breaks before your body…" she said calmly, moving the red blade closer to his neck. Xyras tried to move his head away, but was firmly held in place by the contraption he was imprisoned in. He felt the blade come close enough to sizzle the hairs on his neck… Screwing his eyes shut, he let out a long yell as the blade dragged down across his neck, cutting and burning him.

The woman's boots thudded against the metal floor as she paced around him. "I thought all the Jedi were gone… captured or killed. Then I find you…" She said from behind him. "How is that possible?"

Xyras licked his lips as he thought about what he could say – something to stop her from carving into him with her lightsaber again…

"That was not rhetorical," the woman said, pointing her lightsaber at his neck once again.

"I wasn't at the Temple!"

"I figured that much…" The woman said as she scratched the blade against his cheekbone.

"Stop, stop!" Xyras howled.

"How many other Jedi are there?"

"None…" Xyras groaned through gritted teeth, "none, just me-"

"You're lying," She said in a sing-song voice.

"I'm not, I swear-"

The blade cut deeper, slicing into his cheekbone as he screamed. "I don't know, please!"

The blade was removed and the woman walked around to examine him with cold curiosity once more. "One way or another, I will break you," she said in a dainty, well-spoken accent. "You may rest assured of that."

She positioned her blade at his forehead and began to drift the blade downward, grazing across his nose and slicing down the tip. "How many Jedi are still alive?" She asked.

Xyras panted and gasped before clenching his jaw and glaring up at her. "I don't know," he said breathlessly.

"Where are they hiding?"

"I don't-"

"Who is helping them?"

"I don't know!" Xyras cried, his arms shaking within the metal frame.

"Second Sister," a woman's voice spoke, crisp and curt, but slightly more… hollow than Second Sister's. "You're interfering."

"With what?" Second Sister asked innocently. "First Brother has all but abandoned his… creature."

"Keep to your own affairs," the woman said. "Or suffer the consequences."

Second Sister let out a small chuckle. "Of course, Fourth Sister." There was a snap and hiss as her lightsaber deactivated. "Enjoy this broken thing." The doors buzzed open and all Xyras could hear was the fading clicking of Second Sister's boots against the black metal floor.

That floor was all Xyras had seen for the last… week? Month? It was hard to say when he wasn't allowed to sleep… That black floor shined to perfection – the highlight was when he saw the small droid come to clean up his blood and sweat and buff the durasteel. It seemed to happen every few hours – the marker of each day. He'd lost count of the times he'd seen that little droid…

"It is both unusual and fortunate that our Master has recognition for your strength and loyalty to an ancient religion," Fourth Sister stated, gently pacing around Xyras. "He has commanded me to instruct you in several lessons…" Xyras let out a loud scoff. "If you have something to say, do so."

"What more can you do to me?" Xyras murmured, his eyes slowly closing. In a whoosh, the air grew still. His skin prickled and grew cold as he heard Fourth Sister's muffled voice inches from his ear.

"So much."

There was a whirr and the metal contraption swivelled around until Xyras was almost standing up; if it weren't for the metal arms holding him, he surely would've collapsed under his shaking legs. Xyras looked up at the room he'd been held in for an age – black like the floor, except there were bright lights lining the doors that led in and out of the chamber, beset by mirrored observation windows. Xyras saw the woman that stood in front of him: Broad-shouldered and curvaceous, with blonde, bedraggled hair flicking out against her dark, uniformed collarbone. Her skin was bone-white and stretched taut over her sharp cheekbones. Gazing at him with faintly orange eyes she drew her lightsaber from her belt.

"Your first lesson is in loss," she said, pressing the switch on the hilt and igniting the scarlet blade.

Xyras was a Knight of the Jedi Order – an Order that had stood for millenia. He'd fought through the Clone Wars, he'd survived under the reign of the Empire. He'd already stayed true to his religion in the face of the Second Sister, and he was damned if he wouldn't do so with the Fourth.

There was a screech as the blade flashed through the frame. Xyras let out a howl of pain as he turned to see his arm still held in the black arms of the contraption. Charred black and sizzling, Fourth Sister waved a hand and the arm fell to the floor. Xyras looked to his smouldering shoulder through a web of tears, hissing and trying to breath through the pain.

"You won't forget this lesson, brother."

So, a short chapter but I didn't know how much I could do with it. Anyhoo, I said I'd upload this, like, last week, but I got a little ill. I'll start Chapter 4 now to try and make up for it though.

R.