**Chapter 7: The Psychological Torture**

The Inquisitor's eyes seemed to bore into Ahsoka's very soul as he began to speak, his voice low and menacing. "You know, Ahsoka, I've been wondering...what makes a Jedi like you tick? What is it that drives you to keep fighting, even in the face of overwhelming odds?" Ahsoka's gaze narrowed, her eyes flashing with anger. She knew that the Inquisitor was trying to get inside her head, to find a weakness to exploit. But she refused to give him the satisfaction. The Inquisitor chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, I see. You're not going to play along, are you? Well, that's fine. I'll just have to dig deeper, then." He snapped his fingers, and one of his guards stepped forward, carrying a small, sleek device. The Inquisitor took it from him, his eyes never leaving Ahsoka's face. "This is a little something I like to call a 'memory probe'," he said, his voice dripping with sadism. "It's a device that allows me to extract memories from your mind, Ahsoka. And with it, I'll be able to learn all your secrets." Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror as the Inquisitor held up the device. She knew that she had to resist, but the thought of having her memories ripped from her mind was terrifying. The Inquisitor smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Don't worry, Ahsoka. This won't hurt...much. At least, not at first." He pressed the device against Ahsoka's temple, and she felt a surge of pain as it began to probe her mind. She tried to resist, but the Inquisitor was too strong. He began to extract her memories, pulling out fragments of her past and examining them like a curious scientist. Ahsoka's vision began to blur as the Inquisitor dug deeper into her mind. She felt a sense of disconnection, as if she was watching herself from outside her body. The Inquisitor's laughter echoed through her mind, a cold, mirthless sound that seemed to come from all directions. As the Inquisitor continued to probe her mind, Ahsoka felt her sense of identity begin to fragment. She was no longer sure who she was, or what she was fighting for. The Inquisitor's words echoed through her mind, a constant stream of poison that seemed to seep into her very soul. "You're not a hero, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're just a tool, a means to an end. And with this device, I'll be able to control you, to make you do my bidding." Ahsoka's mind reeled as the Inquisitor's words cut deep into her psyche. She felt a sense of despair wash over her, a feeling of hopelessness that seemed to suffocate her. But even in the midst of her despair, Ahsoka found a spark of defiance. She knew that she had to resist, to find a way to escape from the Inquisitor's clutches. The Inquisitor's eyes gleamed with excitement as he continued to probe Ahsoka's mind. He was getting close to something, something that would give him the upper hand. And with it, he would be able to break Ahsoka's spirit, to turn her into a tool for his own purposes. But Ahsoka was not going to give up without a fight. She summoned all her strength, all her willpower, and began to push back against the Inquisitor's invasion. It was a small spark of resistance, but it was enough to give her hope. And with hope, she knew that she might just survive this ordeal after all.