"I don't fear death," she said in a soft ragged voice.  And indeed she didn't.  Kat had been prepared to die since the invasion had taken the lives of her parents.  Never had she been so close to death, it was disturbing but also freeing as she lived through the unknown fear that was in the back of her mind.  When she and her brother had joined the resistance they were aware that their own mortality was something very possibly fleeting as danger lurked around every corner.  She had been prepared for death for a long time and was accepting of it.<em>This</em>was something different entirely, and though her mental training was substantial it was nothing compared to the actual experience.  She refused to let that fact go past her mind, however.<br/><br/>Kat gasped as he withdrew the device from her, feeling her muscles tighten and snap back as soon as it was gone.  He placed it at her lips with a sneer.  The expression on his face was more disturbing than the feel of her own wetness trickling onto her lips.  Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have phased her, but knowing it was adding to his pleasure made it utterly distasteful.<br/><br/>When he brought the device closer to him to study it she felt the gnawing pain in her stomach of fear at what he was going to do next.  He appeared to be experimenting.  His twisted smile returned as he pressed the tip of the rod to her breast's rosy peak, shocking her with lesser intensity but still a great deal of pain.  She felt the muscles in her chest all tighten in the direction of the shock, making her lose her breath.<br/><em><br/>"Scream? One little scream for me?"</em><br/><br/>"Go to hell!" she hissed with a deadly fire behind her cool eyes as they pierced his.