## Chapter 4: The Cutting Begins

The Inquisitor's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he began to pace around Ahsoka, his footsteps echoing off the cold, stone walls of the chamber. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, fear, and the acrid tang of smoke from the burning candles that cast flickering shadows around the room. "Ahsoka Tano, you are a prized catch," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "A Jedi Knight, brought low by the power of the dark side. And now, you will be used for my own twisted purposes." Ahsoka's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with defiance. She knew that she had to remain strong, no matter what the Inquisitor did to her. But as she looked around the chamber, she saw the assortment of torture devices, the sadistic gleam in the eyes of the Inquisitor's assistants, and her heart sank. Inquisitor Vraxxis stopped pacing and stood in front of Ahsoka, his eyes boring into hers. "You see, Ahsoka, I have a plan for you," he said, his voice low and menacing. "A plan that will break you, body and spirit." Ahsoka spat at his feet, her defiance evident. "I'll never give in," she said, her voice steady. Inquisitor Vraxxis chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," he said, nodding to one of his assistants. The assistant stepped forward, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Time to get started, Inquisitor?" he asked. Inquisitor Vraxxis nodded. "Yes. It's time for Ahsoka to learn her new role. She will be our stripper, our personal dancer. And she will perform for us, again and again, until she is nothing but a shell of her former self." Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror as the Inquisitor's assistants moved to undress her. She struggled against her bonds, but they were too strong. The Inquisitor's plan was to break her, to reduce her to a mere object for his twisted desires. The assistant held up a lightsaber, its blade humming to life as Inquisitor Vraxxis nodded. "Cut away her robes," he said, his voice dripping with excitement. "Let her feel the humiliation of being stripped bare." The assistant moved to cut away Ahsoka's robes, the lightsaber slicing through the fabric with ease. Ahsoka felt a surge of fear and humiliation as her clothes fell away, leaving her standing in her undergarments. "No," she begged, her voice shaking with fear. "Please, don't do this." Inquisitor Vraxxis chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You should have thought of that before you became a Jedi," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, you will pay the price for your defiance." The assistant finished cutting away her undergarments, leaving Ahsoka standing naked and vulnerable. She felt a surge of shame and humiliation as the Inquisitor's assistants gazed at her with lust and contempt. Inquisitor Vraxxis stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You are a beautiful thing, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "A thing of beauty, and a thing of shame. You will perform for us, and you will do it with a smile on your face." Ahsoka spat at his feet, her defiance evident. "I'll never give in," she said, her voice steady. Inquisitor Vraxxis chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," he said, nodding to one of his assistants. The assistant stepped forward, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Time to get started, Inquisitor?" he asked. Inquisitor Vraxxis nodded. "Yes. It's time for Ahsoka to learn her new role. And to make it more interesting, I think we'll make it a game. A game of degradation and humiliation." Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror as the Inquisitor's assistants moved to bind her to a pole, her body exposed to the gaze of the Inquisitor and his assistants. "You're a Jedi slut," Inquisitor Vraxxis said, his voice dripping with malice. "A rebel whore. And soon, you'll be nothing but a plaything for me and my friends." Ahsoka's eyes flashed with anger and humiliation, but she knew that she had to remain strong. She would not give in to the Inquisitor's twisted desires, no matter what he did to her. But as she looked around the chamber, she saw the sadistic gleam in the eyes of the Inquisitor and his assistants, and she knew that she was in for the fight of her life.