Chapter 5: More Cuts

The pain from the first cut still lingered, a burning sensation that seemed to sear Ahsoka's very soul. But Vexis was not satisfied, his eyes gleaming with a hunger for more. "Continue," he ordered, his voice dripping with malice. The assistant with the scalpel nodded, his sunken eyes gleaming with a morbid intensity. He moved to Ahsoka's other arm, the blade slicing into her skin with a smooth, practiced motion. Ahsoka screamed again, her body trembling with fear and pain. Vexis watched her with an intensity that made her skin crawl, his eyes roving over her body as if searching for the perfect spot to inflict the next cut. "You know, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with contempt, "I've always been fascinated by the Jedi. So strong, so confident. But you're not as strong as you think you are, are you?" Ahsoka glared at him, her eyes flashing with hatred. "You're a monster," she spat, trying to keep her voice steady despite the agony. Vexis just chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm just doing my job," he said. "And my job is to break you." The assistant continued to cut Ahsoka's body, adding more slices to her arms and torso. Ahsoka screamed and begged for mercy, her body trembling with fear and pain. She felt like she was being torn apart, her very sanity unraveling. As the cutting continued, Ahsoka's mind began to numb, her thoughts fragmenting into a jumbled mess of pain and fear. She felt like she was losing herself, her identity slipping away with each passing moment. Vexis watched her with an intensity that made her skin crawl, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure. "You're not as strong as you thought you were, are you?" he said, his voice dripping with contempt. Ahsoka's response was a defiant glare, but her eyes were welling up with tears, and her voice was barely above a whisper. "I...I'll never give in," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. Vexis just chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with malice. The cutting continued, each slice of the scalpel sending a wave of pain through Ahsoka's body. She screamed and begged for mercy, but Vexis just laughed, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic intensity. As the pain became almost unbearable, Ahsoka felt herself slipping away, her mind fragmenting into a jumbled mess of fear and despair. She knew she had to find a way to resist, to hold on to her sanity, but it seemed like the pain was going to consume her whole. The assistant moved to her legs, the blade slicing into her skin with a smooth, practiced motion. Ahsoka screamed again, her body trembling with fear and pain. She felt like she was being torn apart, her very sanity unraveling. Vexis watched her with an intensity that made her skin crawl, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure. "You're mine now, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're mine to do with as I please." Ahsoka's response was a defiant glare, but her eyes were welling up with tears, and her voice was barely above a whisper. She knew she was in the hands of a monster, and she didn't know if she would ever be able to escape.