Holy shit.

My back hurts like hell.

My hair is probably ruined.

Something is pinching into my wrists.

Everything hurts.

I open my eyes and look around. I'm in an enclosed room, the only light provided above me. I can't see anything, my vision is foggy, and my eyes are glossy.

Not gonna be very surprised if I'm probably in a Star Destroyer or whatever.

I'm sitting in a metal bed, leaned forward. My hands are numb, my head hurts, and my back feels broken.

"Comfortable?" A deep voice mumbles.

I look up to see a man in black with a dark helmet staring at me. I look and see his belt had a lightsaber fastened to it, and his right hand is inching towards it.

"Don't. Save it for when the Resistance is watching." I mumble, glaring at him.

He cocked his head a bit, and walked closer to me, his breathing under his helmet being the only sound I can hear.

Within a moment, I'm yelling with pain as large pounds erupt into my head. I can feel the pain edging closer to my neck, then spine.

This motherfucker is using the Force.

I hate the force bullshit. It's basically giving jedi and siths the opportunity to become a god or something.

If I wasn't strapped into this damn thing, I would've shot him in the leg and choked him to death before he would have the chance to kill me.

"Tell me, scum, where is he?" The guy sneers, dropping his force act to punch me in the gut.

I groan, but don't back down. I can see he's getting frustrated as he glares at me, his breathing quickening.

"I don't know who the hell you're talking about." I growl, trying to push my way out of the contraption.

"Liar. You scum are all the same. At first your strong and fierce, but then you slowly become weaker, growing more desperate. One day you're going to be tired fighting a battle that you won't win." The man spat, grabbing his saber, preparing to stab me.

"Ren, I do believe that this prisoner is to be interrogated by Captain and a trooper. Killing him would ruin the plan that Snoke has set up." A man spoke up, most likely a general.

The man grumbled something and slid his saber into his belt, stomping off, the door shutting soon after.

Not a minute passes before two figures walk in. Two troopers. On with silver armor, the other with a black pad.

"Hold up, you two are those troopers I saw on Jakku." I mumble, staring at the two.

"Good memory, Johnathon. Now," The silver armored trooper pushed the black padded soldier forward. "We're here to question you for brief knowledge about Skywalker."

I chuckle. "Well, you ain't getting anything out of me."

"Why is that?" Black-pad spoke up, his question sounding more like a threat.

I stifle a small laugh, and look at him in the eye, smirking.

"I don't even know who he is."