A/n: Warning, some description/scenes in this chapter and future ones after the flashback in the next chapter after this(if the wording makes sense and is clear to everyone) might make some readers unsettled/uncomfortable or even extremely upset and/or triggered. If you feel like you will experience something like this or worse, then I advise to not read these chapters. If you do, it's at your own discretion.

"It seems a small pest has gotten lost." A mechanical voice rumbles out. An all black machine of a man slowly puts out his hand and closes his eyes behind the helmet, awakening the power of the dark side. He soon opens them and focuses all his attention of his newly captured prisoner in front of him. He brings his thick fingers inward very slowly, as if he was crushing a circular canteen.

He gets a thrill of hearing choked, breathless whines and groans. He loves seeing the body in his hold thrash about wildly, trying to escape an inescapable prison of the dark side. It reminds him of his dolls his master would provide for him to practice this favorite technique of his. Ever since he used this method years ago on someone he used to adore, he could barely stop himself for using the method when convenient or not.

Blue and Lilac purple heterochromia eyes glare at him with so much hate and anger. But at the moment, they were powerless and at the man's mercy.

"We are going to have so much fun, together." He whispers in their ear.

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Let's back track a bit and see how we got to this moment.

One day, weeks after Luke and the others left, Neji heard that representatives(soldiers) of the Empire were coming to the planet she is currently residing in with her son. Who, by the way, is already showing signs of knowing how to use the Force a little bit. His power is still a bit weak, since he's obviously a baby, but it's still impressive in its own right. The reason these representatives were coming is because they wanted to impose a new tax law that requires people living in the planet to pay 65% of their earnings or overall money that they have, to the empire. People got mad, of course, and start to protest.

Even now, they're protesting, which is keeping Ulysses jr awake and looking at the fire outside in awe. Nothing Neji has done so far made her son leave the outside world alone and go to sleep. She is tempted to use a mind trick, but then reminds herself that she can't just rely on shortcuts all the time or else she would never learn and improve. "I guess time for warm milk and a lullaby. I know just the song that he likes; mom...used to sing it to me. Just like her mom would sing it to her and auntie." Neji gets up from her chair and goes in the kitchen.

Ulysses jr looks around, spotting people throwing their torches and anything else at their disposal, at the soldiers who are trying to calm them down and enforce the tax rule at the same time. But his eyes caught onto an all black, mechanical figure who marches out of a ship. Joining the fight with a red lightsaber. "Oooh!" Ulysses jr coos in awe mixed with bewilderment. Suddenly, the figure stops and turns around...facing him! They look around and lock eyes with a soldier, pointing straight at the baby. The soldier nods his head and starts walking in the direction of Neji and Ulysses jr's home.

The baby starts to panic and he whines loudly, catching Neji's attention just as she is coming back with the bottle. "Awww, what's up buddy? What's wrong huh? You're fine, I'm-" The window rips open and Ulysses jr screeches in fear, using his Force power and floating himself away. Neji places the bottle down and takes her baby into her arms. She glares at the intruder, who is looking quite bored for some reason. "State your business here." She orders. The soldier replies, "That child there has a force signature that Lord Vader has taken interest in," he peers at Neji much closely, "matter of fact, you have one as well. Both of you come with me or I will take the kid only." Neji snaps her fingers and Ulysses jr immediately floats over to her, scared out of his mind.

The soldier sighs and takes out his gun, pointing it at the duo, "Either you both come or you both die." Neji raises an eyebrow in confusion, "But I thought you said that Vader has interest in us because of our force signatures. You're not staying consistent."

"Forgive him for that, it's a bad habit of his. I will stay consistent for him. Yes, I'm still interested in both o you and your son...hello."

Everything suddenly went black.

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That's how we got here, the mother-son duo got separated and they have been in captivity for a total of seven hours. Seven hours of worry. Seven hours of fear.

"AUUURRGHHH!"

Seven hours of pain and torture for Neji.

Ropes are soon untied from her wrists and she drops to the ground, breathing heavily and coughing violently, with tiny droplets of spit flying out of his mouth. A soldier appears in front of the transparent box she is trap in. "We have been shocking your body for quite a while, have we? How about we switch it up to the old school way?" Suddenly, invisible doors move to opposite sides of each other and some more soldiers walk inside. Soon, they approach Neji and start to kick and stomp on her ferociously. They go for her head, sides of her neck, hips, stomach, vagina, and everywhere else they were interested in targeting their hits at. This last for a total of thirty minutes before one of the solders call for a stop. The soldiers listen to the command and stop their violent tirade.

The soldier who gave the command slowly approaches Neji.

Tap...Tap...Tap...Tap...Tap...Tap...

"What a ugly sight. She was ugly before for her fat and skin that resembles that animal manure, but now she looks worse. Oh well, this is fun. Let me join in with something special." He then reveals something that he was "hiding" behind his back. It was a medium length black metal bar with a single curved end and flattened points. He takes off his hat, revealing shoulder length black hair. His gray-blue eyes gleam at the anger in Neji's swollen and bruised eyes. "Let's see, let me give you options. I'm not that cruel not to offer them." He flexes his fingers and tightens his hold on the weapon in one hand.

"Do you want me to do this front hand?"

A hiss.

"Backhand?"

A groan.

"Maybe hit front..."

A whimper.

"...back.."

More whimpers.

"..side to side..."

A yelp. A piercing scream.

Neji's body twitches in multiple directions as she feels sores and bumps forming, bones breaking, and even blood oozing out with cuts here and there. Her arms shake as she tries to lift herself up, only to have the weapon slam itself on top of her head, which crashes her down to the ground. Her vision is blurry and shaking violently as a result, she could barely make out who is in the room. She sharply gasps as she is now being hit in between the legs with such strength and hatred. The soldier snickers and directs his focus on hitting her head repeatedly. Watching as the splashes of blood and sprinkles of skin grows bigger...bigger..and bigger.

"Do you what this is? Many people from different countries call this different names. But I think I will call my friend...very bloody and dirty friend, the crowbar."

..Stomp, Stomp, Stomp, Stomp, Stomp, Stomp...

"You and the men did a good job, I will take it from here..."

The soldier stops and turns around, only for his eyes to briefly widen in surprise before bowing his head in respect.

"Yes, of course. Go ahead and do whatever that pleases you, Lord Vader."

Great...just great.