Coming back to consciousness was very hard.

I fought, I fought so hard to claw my way back up from that deep, dark pit. My eyes opened, registered dark, and blinked rapidly. I didn't try to sit up. My back was cold: I was laying on metal. I looked left: ten feet of floor and then a black metal wall. I looked right: ten more feet of floor, but instead of a wall, a door. I was in a cell again, and I knew that because of the cold shackles that once again encased my wrists. A cough racked my lungs and forced itself out, making my throat ache and my head nearly burst. Bile snuck up my throat and tried to force itself out, but there was nothing to regurgitate. I gagged a couple of times before my stomach finally settled and I could manage to fight into a sitting up position.

The doors slid open with that metallic sighing noise and the hooded man walked in, his power billowing around him in waves. I could taste the electricity of his power when I drew a shaky breath.

"Master is very annoyed with you," the man growled as he unlocked my wrists. "He thought, since we have your sister, you wouldn't be stupid enough to fight. And definitely not how you did. That was... unexpectedly powerful." His voice was like a nightmare turned reality in my ears, radiating power and intimidation.

But I obviously wasn't intimidated. I let out a hoarse, mocking chuckle, and he gave me a look underneath his hood. I didn't see it; I felt it like a tugging in my gut. He jerked my arm, forced me to stand, and dragged me away with a grip that would bruise, if not break, my bones. My expression as well as my eyes reflected a calm sense of boredom, though on the inside I was deathly curious. What would two Sith lords want with a seemingly meaningless witch like me? Was I really that powerful?

I am not afraid, I thought to myself. But they are. Darth Vadar and this apprentice guy. They are afraid. Of me? Or of my power?

A door slid open and jarred me from my thoughts.

The chamber was cold, and I was startled by the sudden temperature drop. The apprentice dragged me to the middle of the room and threw me to the floor. I landed heavily on my hands and knees and sat up, letting out a ragged cough. I looked up at the massive half-robotic man in front of me clad in black and breathing like an asthmatic. I couldn't force down the bitter smirk at his power. Not as strong as I thought it would be looking at it from behind a television screen. Just as I was about to mock him for it I felt something inside of me. It was excruciating and I could barely get out a groan. I refused to scream, but the more I resisted, the more it hurt. I tried my hardest, but my hardest wasn't enough.

At first it was a groan, which grew into a cry, which grew into a shriek, which grew, and ended in, the most painful scream I had ever heard. And it just kept getting worse.

When he finally stopped the pain, I fell to the floor and panted heavily. My throat was on fire, my head was exploding, my chest was practically being ripped open. I turned onto my back and looked at the dim light attached to the ceiling. It was beginning to turn fuzzy when he finally spoke.

"You will agree to my terms or your sister will die," he said in his grating voice. "You will infiltrate the enemy's base, you will get him to trust you, and you will spy for me." He paused. "You will gather the information I require and report accordingly or she is dead. And you will watch her die."

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes closed as I braced for the pain.

"Bring her to me," Vadar said, and I heard footsteps receding.

A blast with the power of a cinder block hit me in the side, sending me flying towards the door. He dragged me back by a clump of hair with his powers and did it again, this time keeping me pinned. But I didn't care. I could take a beating if it meant keeping the man I had saved alive. I could feel in my bones that he was important. And I knew that my sister knew that as well.

After six "punches" and three "kicks" the door opened again, and my sister appeared beside me, looking pale, malnourished and terrified. I'm sure I didn't look any better. Vader released me and I tried to look at her. My left eye was swolen shut and my nose was dripping hot, nasty liquid. Blood, I realized with a jolt. But I could feel the stream slowing so I knew my body was working to heal.

Don't say anything, I heard Jaisa's voice say in my head. Whatever you do, for the love of the gods, do not agree to this.

And then she was getting hit by Vadar's powers, just like I had been. But, unlike me, she got hit so much harder. Hard enough that bones snapped left and right, blood flowed, hair was pulled in chunks. And yet she took it without so much as a grunt of pain.

When Vadar was done being sweet, he grabbed her throat with a gloved hand and raised her off the ground. She tried to keep her head up, but she couldn't. Her head lolled as she let out a moist cough.

"Do it," Vadar growled, tightening his grip on her throat so she made a choked noise. "Do it or she dies."

Jaisa continued to choke; tried to speak and failed. She let out a whimper and that's when I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Okay," I said, my voice cracking and tears gathering in my eyes. "Okay, I'll do it. I'll be your stupid spy."

Vadar released Jaisa's neck and she crumpled to the floor, chocking and sobbing. I crawled to her, letting my tears fall, and passed all the power I could give to her. I could hear her bones snap into place as she looked up at me.

Disappointed.

The apprentice grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me out behind him, and I didn't fight. I didn't even struggle to stand. He dragged me out of the room, hauled me up, and pressed his fingers to my head.

And then I was gone.