The Mutilation

Ahsoka's defiance only seemed to enrage the Inquisitor further. With a swift and precise motion, he sliced off a piece of her arm, the blade biting deep into her skin. Ahsoka screamed in pain as the Inquisitor's guards watched with a mixture of fascination and revulsion. The Inquisitor's smile grew wider as he surveyed his handiwork. "You see, Ahsoka, I'm not just trying to extract information from you," he said, his voice dripping with sadism. "I'm trying to break you. To make you into a tool for the dark side." Ahsoka's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at the wound on her arm. She felt a searing pain, as if her very soul was being torn apart. But she refused to give in to the Inquisitor's demands. She gritted her teeth and bore the pain, her eyes flashing with anger. The Inquisitor seemed to take pleasure in her suffering. He continued to mutilate her, cutting off pieces of her skin and muscle. Ahsoka screamed and begged for mercy, but the Inquisitor remained unmoved. As the Inquisitor's blade sliced through her skin, Ahsoka felt a sense of detachment wash over her. She was no longer in her body, no longer experiencing the pain and terror that threatened to consume her. She was somewhere else, a place of calm and serenity. But the Inquisitor's next cut brought her back to reality. Ahsoka's eyes snapped open, and she gazed up at the Inquisitor with a mixture of fear and hatred. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Stop." The Inquisitor's smile grew even wider. "No," he said, his voice dripping with sadism. "I'm just getting started." Ahsoka's vision began to blur as the Inquisitor's blade sliced through her skin once more. She felt a sense of darkness closing in around her, as if she was being pulled down into a abyss of pain and despair. The Inquisitor's guards watched with interest, their faces expressionless. But Ahsoka could sense their excitement, their anticipation. They were eager to see her broken and subjugated. As the Inquisitor continued to mutilate her, Ahsoka's mind began to fragment. She was no longer a Jedi Knight, no longer a being of light and hope. She was just a victim, a plaything for the Inquisitor's twisted desires. The Inquisitor's blade sliced through the air, cutting off another piece of Ahsoka's skin. She felt a surge of pain, and then everything went black. When Ahsoka came to, she was lying on the cold, metallic table, her body throbbing with pain. The Inquisitor was standing over her, his eyes gleaming with sadism. "You're not quite finished yet," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "But soon, you'll be perfect. A true work of art." Ahsoka's vision was blurry, but she could sense the Inquisitor's guards standing around her, their eyes fixed on her with a mixture of fascination and revulsion. She knew that she was in grave danger, and she steeled herself for what was to come. The Inquisitor raised his lightsaber, the blade humming with power. Ahsoka closed her eyes, preparing for the worst. But as she waited for the pain to come, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She knew that she was a Jedi Knight, and she would not be broken. Not yet, at least.