**Chapter 7: Descent into Darkness**

Sixth Brother's hands hovered over Ahsoka's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her face and neck. He leaned in close, his breath dancing across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Ahsoka's eyes remained closed, her mind recoiling in horror as she waited for the inevitable. The Inquisitor's touch was like a slow-burning fire, teasing and tantalizing, yet utterly devoid of warmth or kindness. His fingers danced across her skin, leaving trails of ice in their wake. Ahsoka felt a wave of revulsion wash over her as Sixth Brother's hands drifted lower, his touch lingering on her shoulders, her chest, and her stomach. "Beautiful," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "You will make a fine mother." Ahsoka's eyes snapped open, and she glared up at Sixth Brother, her gaze blazing with defiance. But the Inquisitor merely chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, I see the spark of resistance still burns within you," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But it will not save you, Ahsoka. It will only make this more... enjoyable." With a swift motion, Sixth Brother ripped open Ahsoka's robes, exposing her skin to the cold air. Ahsoka gasped, her body trembling with fear as the Inquisitor's eyes roved over her. She tried to cover herself, but Sixth Brother's grip tightened, his fingers digging deep into her skin. "Do not try to hide from me," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I will take what is mine, and you will learn to submit." Ahsoka's mind recoiled in horror as Sixth Brother's hands returned to her body, his touch growing more intimate, more invasive. She felt a wave of pain and fear wash over her, and her body began to shut down, her mind retreating to a distant corner of her soul. The Inquisitor's laughter echoed through the room, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down Ahsoka's spine. She knew that she was trapped, that she was at the mercy of Sixth Brother's cruelty, and that her body would never be her own again. As the Inquisitor's actions grew more brutal, more invasive, Ahsoka felt herself slipping away, her sense of self fragmenting into a million pieces. She was no longer in her body, no longer in control, and she knew that she would never be the same again. The darkness closed in around her, a suffocating shroud that threatened to consume her entire being. Ahsoka's mind whispered a single, desperate thought: _Survive_. But as the Inquisitor's cruelty intensified, she wondered if survival was even possible.