## Chapter 6: The Performance

Ahsoka's eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light of the Inquisitor's lair, and she saw that she was in a large, circular room with a high ceiling. The walls were lined with rows of dark, polished stone, and the floor was made of a smooth, black material that seemed to absorb the light. The air was thick with the stench of sweat and fear. The Inquisitor stood before her, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "It's time for the main event," he said, his voice dripping with sadism. "You see, my guards have been eager to meet you, and I'm sure you'll do everything in your power to...entertain them." Ahsoka's gaze flicked around the room, and she saw that the Inquisitor's guards were gathered around the perimeter, their eyes fixed on her with a mixture of fascination and lust. She felt a surge of fear and revulsion, but she refused to give in. The Inquisitor snapped his fingers, and a pair of guards stepped forward, carrying a small, raised platform. They set it down in the center of the room, and the Inquisitor gestured for Ahsoka to climb up onto it. "Come, come, Jedi whore," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Show us what you're made of." Ahsoka's eyes flashed with anger, but she knew that she had no choice. She slowly climbed up onto the platform, her naked body trembling with fear and humiliation. The Inquisitor's guards laughed and jeered, their eyes roving over her body. The Inquisitor stepped up onto the platform beside her, a datapad in his hand. "We'll start with something simple," he said, his voice dripping with sadism. "Dance for us, Ahsoka. Dance like your life depends on it." Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror, but she knew that she had no choice. She raised her hands, and the music began to play. It was a slow, sensual melody, and Ahsoka felt a surge of humiliation as she began to move her body to the rhythm. The Inquisitor's guards watched with rapt attention, their eyes fixed on Ahsoka's body as she danced. The Inquisitor himself stood beside her, his eyes gleaming with sadism as he watched her. As the music reached its climax, Ahsoka felt a surge of anger and hatred. She used the Force to intensify her movements, her body weaving and spinning to the rhythm. The Inquisitor's guards cheered and applauded, their faces flushed with excitement. The Inquisitor stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Bravo, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're a natural performer." Ahsoka's face burned with shame and humiliation, but she refused to give in. She stood tall, her eyes flashing with anger and hatred, as the Inquisitor continued to taunt her. "Pose for us, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with sadism. "Show us your beauty from every angle." Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror, but she knew that she had no choice. She stood tall, her body trembling with fear and humiliation, as the Inquisitor's guards snapped pictures and laughed and jeered. The Inquisitor himself stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with sadism. "You're a true work of art, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "A masterpiece of pain and suffering." Ahsoka's vision began to blur as the Inquisitor's words cut deep into her soul. She felt a sense of darkness closing in around her, as if she was being pulled down into a abyss of pain and despair. But even in the midst of her despair, Ahsoka found a spark of defiance. She stood tall, her eyes flashing with anger and hatred, as the Inquisitor continued to taunt her.