# Chapter 9: Desperation

Ahsoka's eyes locked onto Inquisitor Vexis, her mind racing with the implications of his threat. The image of the child in the artificial womb still lingered in her mind, a constant reminder of the horrors she faced. She knew she had to escape, and fast, or risk being subjected to this twisted fate. Inquisitor Vexis seemed to sense her resolve, and his smile grew wider. "Oh, I think you'll find that you're not as in control as you think you are," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "You'll do exactly as I say, or you'll suffer the consequences." Ahsoka felt a surge of anger and determination. She began to think of a plan, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew she couldn't take on Inquisitor Vexis and his team in a straight-up fight, not in her current state. She was battered, bruised, and naked, with no access to her lightsabers or any other tools. As she looked around the room, she noticed the cylindrical device that Inquisitor Vexis had revealed earlier. It was a massive piece of equipment, with tubes and wires snaking out of it like a mechanical spider. Ahsoka's heart sank as she realized its purpose: it was designed to implant a child inside her, a twisted and sinister tool that Inquisitor Vexis would use to break her. Inquisitor Vexis walked over to Ahsoka, his foot kicking her gently. "You're a strong little Jedi, I'll give you that," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But you're not strong enough to resist me. I'll break you, Ahsoka. I'll break you and use you for my own purposes." Ahsoka spat at his feet, her eyes flashing with defiance. "You'll never break me," she said, her voice steady. "I'll never cooperate with you." Inquisitor Vexis chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with menace. He turned to one of his assistants, a tall, gaunt figure with a scar above his eyebrow. "Take her to the performance area," he said, his voice cold and detached. "It's time for her to entertain us again." The assistant nodded, grabbing Ahsoka's arm and dragging her out of the room. Ahsoka stumbled, her legs weak and unsteady, but she refused to give in. She knew she had to keep fighting, no matter what. As they walked, Ahsoka took in her surroundings, looking for any opportunity to escape. The corridors were dimly lit, with flickering lights that cast eerie shadows on the walls. She saw a few Inquisitors patrolling the corridors, their eyes scanning her with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. The assistant dragged her to a large, circular room filled with Inquisitors, all of whom were watching her with a mixture of curiosity and lust. Inquisitor Vexis appeared at her side, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Time to perform," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "Dance for us, Ahsoka. Show us what you're made of." Ahsoka felt a wave of revulsion wash over her, but she knew she had to play along. She began to dance, her movements awkward and hesitant at first, but gradually becoming more confident. She knew she had to keep them distracted, to keep them from noticing her plan. As she danced, Ahsoka's mind racing with possibilities. She knew she had to escape, and fast, or risk being subjected to this twisted fate. She began to formulate a plan, using her Jedi skills to subtly manipulate the Inquisitors and create an opportunity for escape. But for now, she had to play along, to pretend to be the compliant captive they wanted her to be. Ahsoka's eyes locked onto Inquisitor Vexis, her expression a mask of defiance and hatred. She knew she had to keep him guessing, to keep him from suspecting her plan. The music ended, and Ahsoka froze, her chest heaving with exertion. Inquisitor Vexis applauded, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well done, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're a natural performer." Ahsoka spat at his feet, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I'll never be your performer," she said, her voice steady. "I'll never be your captive." Inquisitor Vexis chuckled, his eyes glinting with menace. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with threat.