**Chapter 2: Interrogation**

The dim light of the Inquisitorius' hideout cast an ominous glow over Ahsoka's battered form. The Sixth Brother stood before her, his eyes gleaming with a cold, calculated intensity. Ahsoka, still reeling from her capture, glared up at him with a mixture of defiance and fear. "So, Ahsoka Tano," the Sixth Brother began, his voice dripping with malice. "I've heard a lot about you. You're quite the legend among the Jedi." Ahsoka spat at his feet. "I'll never tell you anything," she said, her voice firm. The Sixth Brother chuckled. "Oh, I think you will," he said. "You see, I have a special method of persuasion. One that will make you wish you had never crossed paths with me." Ahsoka's eyes widened as the Sixth Brother gestured to his assistants. They moved to restrain her, their grip like steel bands around her wrists and ankles. Ahsoka struggled, but it was no use. She was trapped. The Sixth Brother smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Let's begin," he said. Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror as the Sixth Brother drew out a small, delicate blade. It gleamed in the dim light, its edge razor-sharp. Ahsoka's heart racing, she realized that she was in grave danger. "Please," she begged, her voice shaking. "Don't do this." The Sixth Brother's smile grew wider. "You should have thought of that before you became a Jedi," he said. "Now, let's see...where to start?" Ahsoka closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain. But it didn't come. Instead, she heard the sound of the Sixth Brother's laughter, echoing through the room. "Oh, I think I'll start with something small," he said. "Just a little nick, to get us started." Ahsoka's eyes snapped open, and she saw the Sixth Brother raise the blade to her cheek. She tried to flinch away, but it was too late. The blade sliced through her skin, leaving a burning trail of pain in its wake. Ahsoka screamed, her body arching in agony. The Sixth Brother's laughter echoed through the room, growing louder and more maniacal. "Please," Ahsoka begged, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Stop. I'll tell you anything. Just please, stop." The Sixth Brother's smile grew even wider. "Oh, I think I'll just get started," he said. Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror as the Sixth Brother continued to taunt her, his blade slicing through her skin with precision and cruelty. She knew that she was in for a world of pain, and she wondered if she would be able to hold out against the Sixth Brother's twisted games. As the pain continued to build, Ahsoka's mind began to fragment. She felt herself slipping away, her grip on reality tenuous at best. She knew that she had to hold on, for her own sake, and for the sake of the Jedi. But it was getting harder and harder to resist the Sixth Brother's cruel persuasion. The room seemed to spin around her, the shadows closing in like a living thing. Ahsoka's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with fear. She knew that she was on the brink of collapse, and she wondered if she would ever be able to escape the Sixth Brother's clutches. The Sixth Brother's laughter seemed to grow louder, more menacing. Ahsoka felt herself being pulled down into a dark abyss, with no escape in sight. And she knew that she was running out of time.