Chapter 4
When Ivy wakes up yet again, she doesn't recognize where she is. Her limbs are bound in force cuffs, spread apart in a spread eagle position, held in place by a force field. She was hovering above the floor, and a shock field surrounds her as well. The feeling of cold emptiness was back, signifying that the force was once again stripped from her body. Her head dipped, and she felt the cold metal against her chin. A Force collar! No wonder she couldn't feel the force. Her head was pounding, and she felt like her vocal cords were shredded from the amount that she had screamed in the past 24 hours. She weakly pulled against the cuffs, her small body starting to tremble from exhaustion as she waits for the Jedi to come in. She wasn't kept waiting long. The door opened and in strode a green skinned Twi'lek. Her breath caught in her throat as her panic mounted.
"Relax child, i am not the monster from your dreams… Yet. You see, after seeing what we saw in your head, the masters tried to keep it under wraps, but it slipped out. All the padawans and knights that fight to keep their emotions under control, gave up the fight. If one so young and gifted in the force didn't have to keep herself in check, why did they? You have caused a split in the order itself. Very nice." The Twi'lek smiled. "We are not of the dark side, don't be mistaken. We simply ride the think some people deserve to be tortured, executed… killed." Ivy looked up at that one, terrified. "We forced the stuffy elders out of this temple, and now you are in our hands. Now, why don't you tell us what's been going on in that pretty little head of your. Why did you lose control twice now?"
Ivy shook her head, keeping her mouth closed. The green Twi'lek arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure you won't tell?" Ivy still kept quiet. "Very well." The Twi'lek walked over to a panel, and typed in a command. "Last chance…" Ivy still refused to speak. "Fine." She hit the enter key, and smiled. Electricity flowed like fire into Ivys body, forcing a scream from her raw throat. Her body arched in pain, every nerve on fire. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it stopped. "Now will you tell us?"
"No! Go to hell you schutta witch!" The electricity returned, ripping another cream from Ivy. Her muscles spasmed in pain as the electricity flowed through them. "Help! Make it stop!" She writhed and jerked in her bonds as the pain became more intense, threatening to overwhelm her completely. This continued all day, and partly into the night until her body couldn't take it anymore. When they finally brought her down from the binders for the day, her body wouldn't stop twitching, her muscles spasming out of her control. She couldn't stand, and certainly couldn't walk on her own.
"Maybe you will be more cooperative tomorrow little one. For now, go rest. Tomorrow is a new day filled with torture until you talk. Think about it. Tell us and join us, or don't tell us willingly, tell us in the end, and then probably be killed. Your choice." When she was done speaking, a wookie cooped her up, and walked out of the room with her crying softly into his fur.