## Chapter 3: The First Cut

The Inquisitor's patience had worn thin, and he had decided that it was time to take a more...persuasive approach. Ahsoka, still defiant and uncooperative, was about to learn the true meaning of pain and fear. The Inquisitor gestured to his guards, who moved to restrain Ahsoka, holding her down on the cold, metallic table. Ahsoka struggled and kicked, but she was no match for the Inquisitor's trained guards. The Inquisitor smiled, a cold, calculating smile, as he reached out with his lightsaber. The blade hummed to life, casting an eerie glow over the room. Ahsoka's eyes widened in fear as the Inquisitor began to cut through her robes, the blade slicing through the fabric with ease. Ahsoka felt a surge of pain as the Inquisitor cut through her clothes, exposing her skin to the cold air. She begged for mercy, her voice shaking with fear, but the Inquisitor just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You're a Jedi Knight, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're supposed to be strong, but you're just a weak, pathetic little girl." Ahsoka's eyes flashed with anger, but she was unable to do anything to stop the Inquisitor. He continued to cut through her robes, exposing more and more of her skin. Ahsoka felt a sense of shame and humiliation, but she refused to give in to the Inquisitor's demands. The Inquisitor's guards watched with interest, their faces expressionless, but Ahsoka could sense their excitement and anticipation. They were eager to see her broken and subjugated. As the Inquisitor finished cutting through her robes, Ahsoka was left lying on the table, her body exposed and vulnerable. The Inquisitor smiled, a cruel smile, as he looked at her. "You're beautiful, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're a true work of art. But you're not quite complete yet. You're still too...proud. Still too...defiant." Ahsoka knew that she was in grave danger, and she steeled herself for what was to come. She would not betray her Order, no matter what the Inquisitor did to her. The Inquisitor raised his lightsaber, the blade humming with power, and 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. The Inquisitor's blade sliced through the air, cutting off a piece of Ahsoka's hair. She felt a surge of pain, but it was nothing compared to what she had expected. The Inquisitor was toying with her, testing her limits. Ahsoka opened her eyes, her gaze meeting the Inquisitor's. She saw the cruelty and sadism in his eyes, and she knew that she was in grave danger. But she also saw something else - a glimmer of uncertainty. The Inquisitor was not as confident as he seemed. He was testing her, pushing her to see how far she would go. And Ahsoka was determined to show him that she would not be broken. With a surge of defiance, Ahsoka looked up at the Inquisitor, her eyes flashing with anger. "You'll never break me," she said, her voice firm. "I'll never betray my Order." The Inquisitor's face twisted in anger, and he raised his lightsaber, ready to strike again. But Ahsoka just smiled, a cold, defiant smile. She knew that she was in for a long and brutal fight, but she was ready.