“Don’t you dare touch me again.”
Torture sentence starters | @master-qui-gon | (accepting)
What she did not dare to was to meet his eyes again. She could notbear to not see their familiar, warm gleam. She would not bear to seethem echoing what she had already heard in his voice. But as much ashis words hurt her, they made a reasonable statement.
Tahl forced herself to close her fingers around a fusioncutter,willed her body not to show the revulsion tainting her every move.That fusioncutter wasn’t even a proper weapon, but an industrialtorch designed for other means, such as repairing droids and shipsand machinery. The people she was working with used them to threatentheir hostages, as well as other cutting tools; the very sight ofthem would make some prisoners shiver, but not Qui-Gon.
The Force warned her someone was about to get into the cell secondsbefore she heard some heavy footsteps on the other side of the door.She detested it. She detested acting like that with a fellow jedi,but working undercover and nearly at the end of her own mission, shecouldn’t afford to blow her cover. Even if that meant torturingsomeone who’d been by her side since childhood.
Tahl raised the industrial torch and approached the jedi as aBesalisk entered the room. She suppressed the urge to wrinkle hernose at his stench and, when she talked, her voice was low andmenacing. Cold. As if she had never talked to Qui-Gon before.
“You’re not in a position to ask for anything. Let alone to defyme.”
