Warning: it's going to be a little gruesome at the end.

Enjoy!!!

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Ezra's P.O.V

When I woke up, everything was dark. 'No, no,no,no!' I thought panicking. I lifted my hand up and immediately felt the top of the small space. The top was probably a few inches away from me and I was laying on my back in the crowded area.

I'm in a box buried underground. It was one of my most hated tortures and the reason I am claustrophobic.

That's when I lost all my common sense. I screamed and started to hit the top of the box senseless throwing a tantrum. This wasn't fair, of course when were they ever fair, when was he ever fair.

   After my tantrum, I broke down crying. I wanted to see the light of day and breath in fresh air.

Not be held in a coffin like box with total darkness all alone. I couldn't handle being in this kind of situation, this is why I let Hera get tortured. I couldn't handle punishments like this, at least the whipping was quicker, painful but not agonizingly long with barely anything to breath for hours on end.

I'm scared. Yet, scared would be an underestimate, I'm more of terrified than anything right now. I just wish, hope that someone saves me.

Kanan's P.O.V

We were half way there. I was anxious about what Ezra was going through right now. Probably something horrible but he is just a kid. A child that is one with the Force.

The Phantom was silent, no one dared to even make a sound. I was in my thoughts with worry of what could be happening to my padawan.

What kind of torture are they putting him through? How bad will he be when we arrive? How much damage can they do in one day?

I didn't know.

I didn't want to know.

All I wanted to know that is giving me comfort is that we are going to save him from that horrible place. I just hope we make it on time.

Ezra's P.O.V

   It was getting very hot and harder to breath in this box. It almost felt like I was suffocating and being baked alive in here. I couldn't stretch or call for help. All there was is heat, darkness and the need for more space. I didn't know how long it has been but kept wishing for it to be done. For someone to come and take off the lid so fresh air can fill my lungs. I lost all track of time and even some of my sanity.

   Finally, I lost it again and started to hit the top screaming my head off. After my tantrum slowly went away, my breathing started to get out of hand. Panic attack was the first thing that came to my mind. No one could comfort me to calm down so soon I passed out.

When I opened my eyes, there was a dim light over me. That's when I realized that I wasn't in the box no more but still couldn't move. My vision was clear enough to see that I was restrained to the torture table again.

   The door opened to reveal the inquisitor with his wicked grin.

   "I see you are awake," he said.

   "Waking up in that box would have been better," I snarked.

   "Oh yes, your screaming was like music to my ears," he said.

   "Since when do you have ears?" I asked.

   "I could ask you the same about your parents," he said getting on my nerves.

   "Tell me boy, where are they now?" He continued.

   "Where do you think? They're dead," I said staring at the ceiling.

   "Poor, poor orphan or maybe street rat is a better term," the inquisitor said.

   I glared at him and a growl made its way through my clenched teeth.

"So you admit that you are a lonely street rat that lives under the roof of people who pity you," he said.

My eyes widen a bit when the thought came. Did the crew actually pity me?

   "Yes boy, they see nothing but a slave that just happens to live with them," he said.

   "Why should I listen to you?" I spat continuing, "Anything and everything that comes out of that mouth of yours is a lie."

   "Then tell me, do you think your crew is coming to rescue you?" The inquisitor asked.

   "Yes," I said but flinched, unsure if it was true. I had caused them so much trouble. Why would they want me?

   "Very well," he said then asked, "Do you want to tell me about your crew now?"

   "The only place that I would tell you would be in your dreams," I spat, "Which that still wouldn't happen."

   "Then I'll let your master see about your next punishment," he said leaving.

   A shiver ran down my spine and my heart hammered against my chest. What was next and could I take it? It was hard enough to stand up to the inquisitor now than before. It was hard just being in that box so whatever my master has planned for me next isn't going to be good at all.

   I was so scared and didn't even know if anyone cared enough to come save me.

   The door opened again and in came my master.

   "Looks like someone is being a bad slave as usual," he said calmly, taking off my restraints. He dragged me down the hall by my collar making it hard to breath.

   "Get as much air as you can cause you are going to need it for your next punishment," he said.

    Now I was terrified. Was he going to put me back in the box? Was he going to choke me? My thoughts raced of what it could be that I would need air for.

   My master opened a door and dragged me into the room. I looked over my shoulder and passed him to see.....a bathtub. Oh no. I started to freak out and tried to get out of his grip but it was tighter than an elevator full of people.

   Just thinking of elevators made it hard to breath and the punishment hasn't started yet.

Before I knew it, I was shoved into the tub full of...water? Why was it so dark? I struggled under my master's strong grip. Until he let me sit up to breath in some air for a moment to then shove me back under the dark water. The next time he let me up, I quickly looked to see that the water was...dark red. It was water and blood mixed. What scared me the most was how and where the blood came from.

I couldn't think when I was back under water again and longer than before. I wanted this torture to stop.

I was brought back up then went under again. That's when I felt something beneath my back. I dug my arm the best I could and grabbed whatever was under me. When he brought me up, I looked to see what was in my hand. My master stopped dunking me for a moment to see what I had.

   He smirked.

   I screamed.

   It was a head.

   A small head of a child.

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