Before Mara with her lightsaber touch the skin, a voice came behind, stopping Mara, but it was not a voice Ezra wanted to hear. It was Vader
- If you kill him, he won't suffer because you didn't tortured him enough
-Please! Don't torture me anymore! Not...anymore... please - said panting and groaning.
- You know what, kid? I love see you groaning and suffering.. I'll do it worst for you. Your death will be your best wish. Guards! Take him to the Dark room
-No... No! Please! Let me go! Nooo..! Help me! Kanan!
His shouts was heard in all the complex... the complex in Mustafar... a terrible place for a Padawan
After two hours Mara entered, with a smile but with much hate
She had a blade in one hand and, in the other hand, a blaster.
Ezra felt too much scared, so he He leaned against the wall.
-Well, kid. It's time to shout for pain huh?
- Ok... you got me ok? let me!
She nailed the blade next his stomach because he moved before she hurted him
He started to run around the room to avoid her.
She reached to cut a little his left arm, making him shout, but he didn't stop.
She pointed her blaster and fired his right foot. He fell down in a shout and started to cry for the pain
-Where's your master now, Bridger?