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The inquisitor waited until the screams gave way to sharp, labored breaths, and a beat longer, before he granted the miserable creature in front of him a temporary reprieve.
“Now,” he said, “will you tell us where the Jedi is?”
His victim only spit at him, the rejection clear enough.
Well, he’d say it was a pity, but that would be a lie. Truth be told, he didn’t much expect to yield any fruitful information out of this; torture rarely did.
But information wasn’t the point. The pain was the point, a suitable punishment for those who defied the Empire.