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"If you're good, maybe your friends will survive."

It wasn't supposed to be like this. They were supposed to fly to the abandoned medical station, pick up everything the Rebellion might need, and then leave. A five-minute adventure. But things went much worse.

Ezra tugged hard at the cuffs that held his wrists tight, but it was no use. He shot a baleful glance at the inquisitor, who crouched a few feet in front of him. In response, she opened the visor of her helmet, presenting a face. Yellow eyes met blue, and Ezra flinched at what he saw. Her eyes didn't bode well. The Inquisitor just grinned at that.

"Tell me where the other rebels are," she said, looking at him intently.

"Never," Ezra said firmly, meeting her gaze.

The Inquisitor snarled and held out her hand. Suddenly, Ezra hit his head on the panel behind him from the sudden rush of the dark side of the force. He could feel her poking painfully into his mind, trying to find the answers she was interested in. He gritted his teeth in pain as he put up his mental shields, but with every passing second, he could feel them weakening.

"Why not cooperate," she growled. – Why force me to hurt..."

The Seventh Sister came closer and sat down in front of him, then firmly grabbed his chin. Ezra tried to turn his face away, feeling uncomfortable, but she held on too tightly. The Inquisitor watched him for a moment, her yellow eyes searching for something. He could still feel it thrashing, gradually breaking through his shields.

"Tell me what I want to know!" she ordered loudly, increasing the pressure on him several times over, and he groaned in intense discomfort, feeling like his head was going to split open.

Suddenly, she grinned, relieving the pressure on his mind. Ezra exhaled noisily and relaxed slightly as the pain eased.

However, the situation wasn't going to improve. The seventh Sister was suddenly even closer to him, sitting on his lap. He could feel her hot breath on his cheek.

"You're quite beautiful..." she said in a fake - sweet voice, placing her hand on his cheek. – I wouldn't want to ruin such a pretty face."

- What? - Ezra asked, trying to pull away. "Handsome?"

"It's a good thing I only need you alive..." she smiled venomously, suddenly switching on her lightsaber and holding the red blade to his throat. – There was no question of safe and sound...

In the next second, she had already disabled the sword, and then pressed her cold lips to his. The Seventh Sister passionately kissed the struggling youth, scratching the skin of his cheek with her nails. Her lips covered his mouth, her sharp teeth biting his lips until they bled, and her tongue felt like it was going down his throat.

He felt as if the kiss was a mixture of madness, venom, and malice, poisoning his very soul. When she pulled away, Ezra was gasping for air, his heart pounding wildly.

"You still don't want to share information?" – the Inquisitor asked in such a tone that she clearly wanted to hear a negative answer.

"No," the boy said, still defiant, though the next too-close stare sent shivers down his spine.

The Seventh Sister made herself comfortable, making sure that her long, slender legs held him in place, pinning him to the floor. With her free hand, she pulled off her helmet and tossed it aside, letting her short black hair fall out. Then she kissed him again, placing her hands on his chest.

Ezra, understanding her train of thought, began to squirm to interrupt her actions, feeling waves of fear begin to wash over him. He could feel her sharp nails scratching painfully, if not bloodily, at his neck, gradually moving lower. A second later, her mouth moved there, and now she was licking and nibbling at his skin.

"Let's take a look below," the Seventh Sister whispered, then began to tear at his suit.

Ezra was absolutely terrified now. He fully sensed how far she was willing to go. An uncontrollable panic seized him, and nausea rose in his throat.

"Stop it!" he practically shouted, desperately trying to pull away.

The Seventh Sister only smiled back. Now the boy's torso was bare, only the rags of his jacket hanging from it. She began trading patterns on his torso, leaving footprints. She leaned down and bit him suddenly hard, making him cry out. When she pulled away, her teeth showed on his shoulder. As if sensing the humor of the situation, she alternated between flirtatious finger-scratching and biting at his skin.

Ezra could only sob and shiver at her actions. He didn't want any of this. However, to his horror, his body thought otherwise.

"Mmm..." the Seventh Sister moaned out of tune as she made herself comfortable, " someone likes it.

She grinned and snuggled closer to him. Her hands moved to his stomach, still scratching at his skin. After a moment, her hands were moving down his sides, moving to his hips, moving lower and lower.

"W-stop it," he said, practically crying, his breath coming in short gasps.

"Just get in touch with your rebel friends, that's all I ask," she whispered, leaning close to his ear and running her tongue over it. – Then this will all be over..."

The guy just grunted in denial, and the next thing he knew, he felt a hand on his groin. His breath caught in his throat, and ice ran down his spine. Well, there was no doubt about it now.

He would never have given up his friends and the Rebellion. He would have died but he had taken the secret with him. He will never betray his friends and family. Never.

Ezra repeated this over and over, closing his eyes, hoping that he would be able to fall into some kind of unconsciousness. Then he could avoid such a reality. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"...what a healthy boy ... " The Seventh Sister chuckled.

However, as soon as the young Jedi heard the sound of his fly being opened, his eyes opened of their own accord. He froze in horror.

"No!" he shouted and began to squirm with all his might.

"Ahrrhhh!" The Inquisitor snarled. "Sit tight!"

Ezra felt it shift, and he almost breathed a sigh of relief. But that wasn't the case. Her droids, which had kept his arms slightly raised before, were now practically pinning his arms. He also heard a click.

A moment later, the Inquisitor knelt down in front of him again. He closed his eyes and turned away to hide his tears, knowing he wouldn't be able to do anything right now.

"Yes..." moaned Sister Seven, sinking all the way down on top of him. – You still won't tell me where the other rebels are?"

"N-no," the boy muttered, much more frightened than he would have liked.

Ezra tightened his jaw muscles and squeezed his eyes shut, but the tears kept coming. He would also like to cover his ears to avoid hearing these sounds.

"Mmm ... what, you don't like it?" Seventh Sister asked in a falsely plaintive voice, pausing for a moment. "Let me help you."

With that, she grabbed his chin and forcefully turned his head in her direction. Then she kissed the guy, ignoring his tears, and kept moving.

She only pulled away when she realized there wasn't going to be a normal response. As her response, the Inquisitor lowered her tongue to his neck, tracing it with her tongue and leaving bites.

Ezra, in a state of crying and internal hysteria, lost all track of time. He no longer saw the point of fighting. He could only cry and tremble.

"Ahh! Yes!" At one point, the Seventh Sister moaned loudly, not at all shy.

She rested her head on his shoulder, breathing in quickly and shallowly. After a couple of minutes, the Inquisitor exhaled noisily and stood up, and for a second there was a disgusting squelching sound. The boy flinched.

"You know, if you weren't my opponent..." she chuckled, snapping her belt shut.

She also zipped up his fly, though she didn't fail to touch his groin once more. Then she waved her hand, and her droids shifted, once again binding the Jedi's wrists.

Ezra didn't have the strength to hold on any longer, so he just rolled over on his side. He was crying silently, curled up in a ball, his legs drawn up to his chest, his back pressed against the wall.

He wasn't stupid and understood what had just happened. He was raped.

Once upon a time (Before) Ezra thought that his first time would be with someone he loved, or that they would have some kind of strong connection (more than once he imagined Sabine as his companion). It would probably have happened in some romantic or similar setting.

But that will never happen again. Instead of feeling elated and happy (which was usually how people's emotions were described in romantic stories on the Holonet), he experienced the exact opposite. Fear, guilt, shame, helplessness, anger, and powerlessness.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

Just then, the doors opened, and the Fifth Brother entered, carrying a struggling Sabine Wren on his shoulder. Without thinking, he dropped it on the floor next to Ezra.