Placeholder: [Sophie Turner] Sophie backed against the wall, eyes darting for an escape. But there was none. The rebel loomed over her, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Let's start with your designation and squad details," he said smoothly. When she didn't respond, his voice hardened. "Talk, or else." She lifted her chin defiantly. "I will not betray the Empire." A nasty smile spread over his face. "So be it." He grabbed her arm in an iron grip and slammed her against the wall, pinning her there. His other ha [Sophie Turner] Sophie backed against the wall, eyes darting for an escape. But there was none. The rebel loomed over her, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Let's start with your designation and squad details," he said smoothly. When she didn't respond, his voice hardened. "Talk, or else." She lifted her chin defiantly. "I will not betray the Empire." A nasty smile spread over his face. "So be it." He grabbed her arm in an iron grip and slammed her against the wall, pinning her there. His other ha

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[Sophie Turner] Sophie backed against the wall, eyes darting for an escape. But there was none. The rebel loomed over her, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Let's start with your designation and squad details," he said smoothly. When she didn't respond, his voice hardened. "Talk, or else." She lifted her chin defiantly. "I will not betray the Empire." A nasty smile spread over his face. "So be it." He grabbed her arm in an iron grip and slammed her against the wall, pinning her there. His other ha

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