Kanan's Pov.

I woke up in a cold, damp cell. My clothes were ripped and my side was burning. I looked up with dazed eyes as I saw an opening and ran to it. It was about two steps later when I fell and landed on my wounded side while loose gravel plunged into my open wound. I looked up to see my hands and legs were chained to a wall and my wrists were bleeding.

"So, the Jedi of old awakens." I was in too much pain to sit up, so I looked Darth Vader in his covered eyes.

"What do you want with me?" I asked with fear tenting my voice.

"I think you know what we want," I screamed in pain as the Sith Lord  stepped square on my injured side. Blood spilled from my side as my vision went blurry from the lack of blood. 

"Where are the other rebel cells?" I said nothing as the Sith Lord applied more pressure onto my side.

"Very well." He walked to a panel and pressed a button.

I felt my arms and legs being pulled back. My spine cracked as it hit the wall behind me. I coughed in pain as Vader spoke, "Let's have some fun."

A torture droid entered and came over to where I was suspended. The last thing I remember was me screaming in pain and waiting for the pain to stop.