The Cutting Begins

Inquisitor Vexis's eyes gleamed with a sadistic intensity as he gazed at Ahsoka, his mind consumed by the desire to break her. The dimly lit chamber seemed to fade into the background as he focused on his captive Jedi, his thoughts fueled by a hunger for control and domination. Ahsoka, still reeling from the intense interrogation and torture, felt a sense of dread wash over her as Vexis's assistants moved closer, their hands reaching for her clothes. She struggled against her cuffs, but they held fast, rendering her helpless. "What's going on?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady, but a hint of fear crept into her tone. Vexis smiled, his lips curling up in a cruel smile. "It's time for the next step," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "We need to...expose the truth about the Jedi Order. And we need your cooperation." One of the assistants reached out and began to cut Ahsoka's clothes, the sound of ripping fabric echoing through the chamber. Ahsoka felt a surge of panic as her garments fell away, exposing her skin to the cold, grey air. "No," she begged, her voice shaking with fear. "Please, don't do this." Vexis just chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You should have thought of that before you resisted our interrogation," he said. "Now, it's time to pay the price." As the assistants continued to cut away her clothes, Ahsoka felt a sense of shame and humiliation wash over her. She tried to cover herself, but her cuffs prevented her from moving. The assistants finished their task, and Ahsoka was left standing, her body exposed to the cold, grey air. Vexis stepped closer, his eyes roving over her body, his gaze lingering on her curves. "Beautiful," he whispered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're even more beautiful than I expected." Ahsoka felt a surge of anger and defiance, but she knew she was powerless to resist. She glared at Vexis, her eyes flashing with hatred. "You're a monster," she spat. Vexis just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm just doing my job," he said. "And my job is to break you." As he nodded to his assistants, Ahsoka felt a sense of dread wash over her. She knew that she was in grave danger, and that she would have to find a way to resist the Inquisitor's cruelty if she was to survive. The assistants moved closer, their hands reaching for her, and Ahsoka knew that she was about to face a new level of terror. She steeled herself, preparing for the worst, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was on the brink of collapse. Vexis's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's begin," he said, his voice dripping with malice. And with that, the cutting began.