**Chapter 7: The Performance**

Ahsoka stood trembling, her naked body exposed to the cold, harsh lights of the Inquisitors' chamber. Inquisitor Vexis sneered at her, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Time to entertain my fellow Inquisitors," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Dance for us, Ahsoka. Show us your skills." Ahsoka's eyes flashed with defiance, but she knew she had to play along. She took a deep breath and began to move her body, trying to find a rhythm that would satisfy the Inquisitors. She danced slowly at first, her movements stiff and awkward, but as she got into the rhythm, she began to move more fluidly. The Inquisitors watched her with rapt attention, their faces twisted into cruel grins. They jeered and catcalled, their voices echoing off the walls of the chamber. Ahsoka felt a surge of humiliation and shame, but she refused to give in. She danced for them, her body moving in time with the music, but her mind was elsewhere, plotting and planning her escape. Inquisitor Vexis stood up, his eyes blazing with excitement. "More," he demanded, his voice rising above the music. "I want to see more." Ahsoka hesitated, but she knew she had no choice. She began to move her body in more explicit ways, her hands and feet dancing in time with the music. The Inquisitors cheered and clapped, their faces twisted into cruel smiles. As she danced, Ahsoka caught sight of a small console on the wall, a control panel for the Inquisitors' technology. She made a mental note of its location, her mind racing with plans and possibilities. Inquisitor Vexis stood up, his eyes fixed on Ahsoka's body. "Enough," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I think we've seen enough for now." Ahsoka collapsed, her body exhausted and humiliated. Inquisitor Vexis walked over to her, his foot kicking her gently. "You're a talented little Jedi," he said, his voice mocking. "I'm glad you're enjoying the performance. But just in case you're thinking of getting any ideas, let me remind you of the stakes." He pressed a button on his console, and a holographic image flickered to life in front of Ahsoka. It was an image of a child, a young boy or girl, floating in a artificial womb. "This is the technology I have at my disposal," Inquisitor Vexis said, his voice dripping with menace. "With this, I can implant a child inside you, and you'll be forced to carry it to term. You'll be a vessel, a mere incubator for the next generation of Inquisitors." Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror, her mind reeling with the implications. She knew she had to escape, and fast, or risk being subjected to this twisted fate. She looked up at Inquisitor Vexis, her eyes blazing with defiance. "I'll never cooperate," she said, her voice steady. "You'll never break me." Inquisitor Vexis smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "We'll see just how long you can resist."