((OPEN to any Sith looking to terrorize a Jedi Padawan Prisoner of War))
”Get up, Jeeeeedi,” The harsh voice hissed from outside his cell, coming from a Trandoshan Slave Master that had been tasked with watching the prisoner block. He was wearing a stark black helmet, a scar crossing his right eye. Instead of complying, Bir remained on the cold ground, his last remaining hand chained up to the ceiling with just enough length that if he sat perched on the balls of his feet, the metallic bindings wouldn’t tear into his wrist. Of course, after so long he didn’t have the strength to do so all the time. The wounds around the shackle were clearly representative of that. Bloody and raw, infection setting in, it seemed inevitable he would lose his right hand as well. ”I ssaid get up, filth!” The Trandoshan barked again, this time pulling a small remote from his jacket and activating the sole button. Electricity surged through the chain and shackle, causing Bir Vuul to cry out in pain as the energy pulsed through his entire body.
”You… will not… break me…” The Kel Dor forced out, breathing heavily from the pain. Instead, the Trandoshan simply tilted his head back in laughter.
”Maybe not…” The Slave Master responded, pressing the button again to hit the Padawan with another surge of electricity. ”But your next visssitor? They jussst might… Now get up!”
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