Chapter three:
Satale smelled burning ozone, and a split second later felt flaring agony. Her skin crawled, itched, burned. She screamed at Malgus' es lightning as it coursed through her. It felt though as if her blood was on fire, burning away whatever resolve she had left. Darkness frayed the edge of her vision as she fought to keep conscious. She could feel herself falling, falling into a abyss, calling upon the Force, as weak as she felt, to sustain her for just a little longer...
Suddenly, it stopped. Satale panted, trying to regain her strength. Malgus chuckled to himself, taking delight in seeing the captive squirm beneath his fingers. I will break you.
Her body was numb. Her mind raced. She could feel the blood pushing in her ears. Internally she prayed for someone, anyone to come and rescue her. Thoughts of Galen came, unbidden, to the surface. Who he was, who he is, who he would become. His resolve flowed through her. Her strength returned, Her strength returned, albeit slightly, and she turned away from Malgus.
I'll never fall to the dark side! she declared, more as a reassurance to herself than an act of defiance to the Sith Lord towering above her.