Eternal Father

How time did distort into endless tedium deep within those blackened cells, where all light had fled and only darkness reigned. Social interaction beyond the placid stoicism of her gaolers was virtually nonexistent, save for the strange visitors she received that broke the droning monotony of routine.
Eat, sleep, repeat.
Eat, sleep, repeat.
It was the same, again and again. The guards would command her to stand against the far wall. Not through words, but through the acute electrification of her entire cell. Even when she began to preemptively comply, the guards electrified her cell nonetheless. Then they left behind a tray of bland, but nutritious, synth-food for her to consume. It was evident that they did not want her to starve, but were only giving her just enough to not lose too much of her strength. She was receiving far less than the daily calories she needed.
The only hygiene she was afforded was being doused with a chemical agent from hidden nozzles in the walls and ceiling, which sterilized her body but did so very uncomfortably. Water was not used, as the chemical was quick-drying but left an oily film over her body. If she expected to garner any sympathy from her guards, then she would find her efforts entirely in vain. Those rotated in and out to monitor her were hardened soldiers, ones who had completely bought into the Sith's indoctrination. To them, Azurine was little more than an animal.
Perhaps even less than that.
One day, however, the routine changed. Her food did not come, nor did it come the next day, or the day after that. On the fourth day, guards entered her cell and forcibly electrocuted her with stun batons before removing her from the cell. Anytime she moved in a way that they found displeasing, she was shocked. She was not permitted to walk, rather she was dragged painfully by the arms. When her body became caught on one of the floor grates, they wrenched her up and struck her with their batons before continuing on.
This torment only came to an end when they reached their destination, a stark unadorned room in which they threw her to the floor and left her in. Each wall was blank, entirely devoid of decoration. A single light illuminated the room from above, bathing everything in sterile white. After a moment, a voice rung out to her; one that she did not recognize.
"State your name."