## Chapter 2: Interrogation

The cold, grey walls of the Inquisitor's fortress seemed to close in around Ahsoka as she was dragged through its corridors, her duracrete cuffs clanking against the stone floor. Inquisitor Vexis walked beside her, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity that made her skin crawl. As they entered a dimly lit chamber, Ahsoka saw that it was some sort of interrogation room. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and sweat, and the sound of distant screams echoed through the corridors, making her heart racing with fear. Vexis gestured to a chair, and Ahsoka was forced to sit, her cuffs binding her to the cold metal. The Inquisitor began to pace around her, his boots echoing off the walls. "So, Ahsoka Tano," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Tell me, what brings you to this planet? What is the Jedi Order's plan to disrupt the Separatist movement?" Ahsoka glared at him, her jaw set in defiance. "I'll never tell you anything," she spat. "You're just going to have to kill me." Vexis chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think we can have a lot more fun than that," he said. "You see, we have ways of...extracting information from people. Ways that don't involve killing them." He nodded to one of his assistants, who stepped forward with a small, sleek device. Ahsoka's eyes widened as the assistant began to attach electrodes to her temples. "No," she begged, her voice shaking with fear. "Please, don't do this." Vexis just smiled. "Don't worry, Ahsoka," he said. "This won't hurt...much. At least, not at first." The assistant activated the device, and Ahsoka felt a searing pain in her head. She screamed, her body arching in agony as the electricity coursed through her veins. Vexis leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers. "Tell me, Ahsoka," he whispered. "What is the Jedi Order's plan?" Ahsoka gritted her teeth, her mind racing with the urge to resist. But the pain was too much, and she felt her resolve begin to crumble. "I...I'll tell you," she gasped, her voice barely audible. But Vexis just laughed, his eyes glinting with triumph. "No, Ahsoka," he said. "I think we're just getting started." As he nodded to his assistant, Ahsoka felt a wave of despair wash over her. She knew that she was in grave danger, and that she would have to find a way to resist the Inquisitor's torture if she was to survive. The pain continued, and Ahsoka's screams echoed through the chamber, her body trembling with fear. She knew that she was at the mercy of the ruthless Inquisitor Vexis, and that her captivity would be a nightmare from which she might not escape. The sound of her own screams was deafening, and Ahsoka felt her mind begin to fragment, her thoughts shattering like glass on stone. She was trapped, and she didn't know if she would ever be free again. As the pain intensified, Ahsoka's vision began to blur, and she felt herself slipping away into a dark, abyssal void. She knew that she had to hold on, but it was getting harder and harder to resist the Inquisitor's torture. The darkness closed in around her, and Ahsoka's screams grew fainter, her body limp and helpless in the chair. Vexis leaned forward, his eyes glinting with triumph. "We'll get the information we need from you, Ahsoka," he whispered. "And when we do, you'll wish you had never crossed paths with me." The darkness seemed to swallow her whole, and Ahsoka was lost, her mind shattered by the Inquisitor's cruel torture.