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"Get this stench of her, feed her and clothe her. She is not to hurt or mistreat in any way if you want to keep your head, understood?"
Hearing Lynn give orders gave Aeryun shivers. She was so cold and demanding. It was kind of scary, especially if you were on the receiving end of those work ds. But then the words clicked together in her head like puzzle pieces. Lynn was... Being courteous? Did she hear that right? Why would a Sith, a being of pure evil and rage, want to concern herself with Aeryun's needs. It didn't make sense.
The guards gathered around her and began to walk her into the facility. Aeryun put up no resistance. She wasn't here by force, she had chosen this fate. That being said, it didn't stop her from taking in every detail of the place on her walk. She counted the steps. She felt the people around her with her intuition. She listened for the echoes against the walls to understand how wide and tall they were.
When they got to the showers things got a little more complicated. It would be... difficult to get her undressed with the cuffs, but she allowed them to hold her arms while they slide the flight suit off her. She was wearing her bra and underwear, so that didn't bother her too much. Plus, she was young and just starting to fill in. There wasn't much of a show but it still made her feel really uncomfortable. She could almost hear their hearts racing in the presence of an almost nude chick. She refused to take off the clothes and they'd have to hose her down with them on.
Sobbing wet, she attempted to dry herself off with the cuffs. It was difficult, and thankfully one of them was nice enough to offer. She at first declined him, but felt it easier to get it over with. Once mostly dry, they slipped her a clean pair of spare clothes and she put them on. Once clothed, she wiggled her way out of the bra and underwear where no one would see her. She left them behind and walked commando back to her new cell. Odly enough, Aeryun felt rather free without them.
She was grateful to eat. Very grateful. She'd been out in that forest for almost a week and had to resort to finding her own food. Luckily she always kept a few protein bars in her belt, but they didn't last long. Taruna would have to teach her how to fuel one's body when food wasn't available. She had learned how to use the Force to prevent herself from getting too cold or hot, but food had never come up.
The cell was small, but it fit her just fine. Her room back in her ship was about as wide as this room anyway, if you considered the desk/closet not part of the space. Her room only had so much space to walk around so this really wasn't a problem. What did bother her though was the air. It felt hot and humid and Aeryun occasionally felt like she was running short or breath. That was the worst of it. Yet, out of all the negative facts, Aeryun was glad, in one of the few times in her life, to have been blind. They could throw her in a dark pit and she'd never know the difference. Eventually they even came to give her back her suit and under garments. This, again, would lead to another awkward exchange of clothes.
When all was said and done, Aeryun curled up against the wall on her bed and clutched the saber to her chest. The metal hilt made her feel secure and safe. She made the unfortunate mistake of trying to use the Force to disassemble the saber, which she often did as a hobby, and cried out when they shocked her. It should have been obvious they'd take away her Force powers. Realizing she lost the one thing that made her a Jedi, Aeryun slowly let herself go and began to weep.
No sleep came to her that night. How could she? Even though she was exhausted and worn out physically and mentally, she just couldn't find peace. The room was too hot, the place too quiet, and the cuffs quickly became an object of loathing. She kept trying to fidget and get comfortable in the bed but her arms were stuck together. She hated this feeling. So I'm between bouts of tears and sadness, she would hold onto the saber like it was the one thing that still held her sanity.
The next morning, the door would shake and Aeryun jumped in surprise. She sat up and tucked the saber ad tightly to herself as she could. As the floor and bed began to hum with electricity, Aeryun felt her messy hair start to stand on end. The shock didn't bother her, but it did give her the shivers.
"Get up and ready, Kiddo. Your interrogation is waiting."
It was time. Aeryun wasn't ready. She waited until the floor stopped and would get up to await what came for her next. When Lynn opened the door, she'd see a very tired Noorian with one hell of a case of bed head. Still, holding onto the saber for dear life, she looked like a sad little puppy who had been left alone too long.
Aeryun wanted to tell Lynn that she was ready, but that would have been a lie. How could someone say they were ready to be tortured? Part of her wanted to have a freak out and let herself get killed in the process. She wouldn't, but it did cross her mind.
Hearing Lynn give orders gave Aeryun shivers. She was so cold and demanding. It was kind of scary, especially if you were on the receiving end of those work ds. But then the words clicked together in her head like puzzle pieces. Lynn was... Being courteous? Did she hear that right? Why would a Sith, a being of pure evil and rage, want to concern herself with Aeryun's needs. It didn't make sense.
The guards gathered around her and began to walk her into the facility. Aeryun put up no resistance. She wasn't here by force, she had chosen this fate. That being said, it didn't stop her from taking in every detail of the place on her walk. She counted the steps. She felt the people around her with her intuition. She listened for the echoes against the walls to understand how wide and tall they were.
When they got to the showers things got a little more complicated. It would be... difficult to get her undressed with the cuffs, but she allowed them to hold her arms while they slide the flight suit off her. She was wearing her bra and underwear, so that didn't bother her too much. Plus, she was young and just starting to fill in. There wasn't much of a show but it still made her feel really uncomfortable. She could almost hear their hearts racing in the presence of an almost nude chick. She refused to take off the clothes and they'd have to hose her down with them on.
Sobbing wet, she attempted to dry herself off with the cuffs. It was difficult, and thankfully one of them was nice enough to offer. She at first declined him, but felt it easier to get it over with. Once mostly dry, they slipped her a clean pair of spare clothes and she put them on. Once clothed, she wiggled her way out of the bra and underwear where no one would see her. She left them behind and walked commando back to her new cell. Odly enough, Aeryun felt rather free without them.
She was grateful to eat. Very grateful. She'd been out in that forest for almost a week and had to resort to finding her own food. Luckily she always kept a few protein bars in her belt, but they didn't last long. Taruna would have to teach her how to fuel one's body when food wasn't available. She had learned how to use the Force to prevent herself from getting too cold or hot, but food had never come up.
The cell was small, but it fit her just fine. Her room back in her ship was about as wide as this room anyway, if you considered the desk/closet not part of the space. Her room only had so much space to walk around so this really wasn't a problem. What did bother her though was the air. It felt hot and humid and Aeryun occasionally felt like she was running short or breath. That was the worst of it. Yet, out of all the negative facts, Aeryun was glad, in one of the few times in her life, to have been blind. They could throw her in a dark pit and she'd never know the difference. Eventually they even came to give her back her suit and under garments. This, again, would lead to another awkward exchange of clothes.
When all was said and done, Aeryun curled up against the wall on her bed and clutched the saber to her chest. The metal hilt made her feel secure and safe. She made the unfortunate mistake of trying to use the Force to disassemble the saber, which she often did as a hobby, and cried out when they shocked her. It should have been obvious they'd take away her Force powers. Realizing she lost the one thing that made her a Jedi, Aeryun slowly let herself go and began to weep.
No sleep came to her that night. How could she? Even though she was exhausted and worn out physically and mentally, she just couldn't find peace. The room was too hot, the place too quiet, and the cuffs quickly became an object of loathing. She kept trying to fidget and get comfortable in the bed but her arms were stuck together. She hated this feeling. So I'm between bouts of tears and sadness, she would hold onto the saber like it was the one thing that still held her sanity.
The next morning, the door would shake and Aeryun jumped in surprise. She sat up and tucked the saber ad tightly to herself as she could. As the floor and bed began to hum with electricity, Aeryun felt her messy hair start to stand on end. The shock didn't bother her, but it did give her the shivers.
"Get up and ready, Kiddo. Your interrogation is waiting."
It was time. Aeryun wasn't ready. She waited until the floor stopped and would get up to await what came for her next. When Lynn opened the door, she'd see a very tired Noorian with one hell of a case of bed head. Still, holding onto the saber for dear life, she looked like a sad little puppy who had been left alone too long.
Aeryun wanted to tell Lynn that she was ready, but that would have been a lie. How could someone say they were ready to be tortured? Part of her wanted to have a freak out and let herself get killed in the process. She wouldn't, but it did cross her mind.
