He just couldn't take it. Screams loosened themselves from his slowly dying body. Blood streamed down from his wrists, held in tight metal bonds, never to be released. He writhed his body, trying to get free, but no such luck, just more pain. No one heard his cries, for they were silent. He dare not make a sound, for he was one to die honorably, and the ones who wished to hear him die would get no such luxuries from him. Soon, the whip came again, slashing his bare chest, and his stomach. More blood trickled from between his lips, but still no cry. He would not appear weak in his last moments, no matter how painful. The only true pain came from the thought of the one who saw to his death. A girl, one he had known all his life. One who was supposed to be trusted. Too late, he thought as the girl whipped him again, the leather cutting his flesh. Soon, it would all be over, but not soon enough. They would keep him alive only to enforce more torture to his living body. As he looked to the girl, her eyes were filled with tears, and this surprised him. It was strange. She had been offered the chance to be his keeper, and she had taken it, but the tears running down her face were for him. Her brown eyes blinked twice, and she looked up at him. He gave her a weak smile, but she just whipped him harder. He winced. Again he pulled against the binds holding his wrists, but they just tightened. He felt as if he would die, for he felt dizzy and cold, not to mention betrayed and alone. The girl had slept in his bed, he had held her close…closer than most. But she stabbed him in the back. The two had been together…like lovers, and now, she whipped him harder still…draining his life. He tried to speak out to her, but found himself at a loss of words. He couldn't really say anything. There was nothing he really could say. He just took another hit to the stomach.

"I'm so sorry." The girl spoke, and it surprised him, for his eyes went wide and he looked down on her with surprise. This was the first thing she had actually said to him in a while. It was strange, hearing her actually taking pity on him. He didn't like it. He just muttered a nearly silent curse and looked away. He soon felt something warm against his raw stomach, and when he looked back down he found her hands pressed against his flesh, she was looking up at him.

"I said I'm sorry, but there was nothing I could do. So I decided to be the one to keep you here so you wouldn't be hurt too badly." She tried to explain, but he just glared.

"Having you here is painful enough. I would rather another…anyone other than you." He said to her, still glaring. He could barely take the pain, so the shakiness of his voice told her everything she needed to know about how he felt. She rested her head against his stomach, pieces of her hair sticking in the sticky blood that still ran from multiple gashes in his stomach. Nevertheless, she rested her head against him and he felt himself shutter because of the strength her presence brought to him. After a bit, she lifted her head back up. He could see the blood that stained her cheek because of him. But never the less, Jaina Solo bowed and stood back, a knife now in her left hand. She held it close to his neck and just before slipping the blade across his neck to finally be rid of him; she gave him a sad look, tears rolling down her face.

"I'm sorry, Jagged Fel."

And with that, he was gone…