Rating: NC-17
Notes: Thanks heaps to The Emu for the beta! This is so much better now :)
Summary: Description of a moment in time: A Captured Padawan and Master
Warnings: Torture

Strong, rough ropes secured the naked Jedi Master to the wall. His hands were tied above his head, suspended by a hook. His legs were spread wide, his ankles tied to two more hooks, not allowing his feet to touch the ground. Having to support his own weight, his wrists were bruised and bloody where the rope cut into the flesh.

The cold, hard, edged stone of the wall behind him left small cuts on his back, distracting him from his other wounds, and the humiliation. He was cut off the Force by a black collar that was almost too tight around his throat, rendering him totally helpless.

Dried blood and fresh wounds covered his chest, belly and legs, his face contorted with pain, his breath coming in harsh gasps. The cuts on his chest and legs were deep and long, bleeding heavily. Shallower and fewer cuts covered his vulnerable belly, stinging as sweat ran over the wounds.

Helpless, he watched the scene that took place before him.

Obi-Wan was tied to the opposite wall in a similar way, his clothes ripped from his body, his spiky hair glistening with sweat, his usually bright eyes wide and clouded with horror and pain from watching their captor torture his beloved Master. He had been left alone, his body was still unmarked, save for the cuts of the ropes. He shivered with fear as he was still hearing his Master's screams in his mind.

His gaze met Qui-Gon's and he drew strength from the reassurance he saw there - and then he closed his eyes tightly as Xanatos slowly brought the blade nearer to his own body, unable to watch Qui-Gon's eyes mirroring his own pain.

He would not break.

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