Chapter two:
Satale narrowed her eyes at the mention of Vindican. She started to struggle against her bonds once again.
Not so fast, Malgus raised his hand and Satale instinctively flinched. Instead of the electric shocks she was expecting, a heavy weight pressed down on her body, concentrated in her chest. Her breathing became labored, and she reached out once again to go on aid from the Force. She'd been here for days chained to a stab under constant supervision and near constant torture, and though she'd been trained to resist the tortures of the dark side, she could already feel her will slowly being chipped away.
You can't... break... me, Malgus, the young Jedi declared, defianitely staring down the Sith Lord as she struggled to draw breath.
You are young, and quite talented in the Force child, but no one can resist the power of the dark side. I want your Battle Meditation, Satale, and I will have it. One way, he raised his hand and commanded sparks to appear at the sparks of his fingertips, or another.