## Chapter 5: The Stripping

Ahsoka's eyes slowly opened, and she found herself lying on the cold, metallic table, her body throbbing with pain. The Inquisitor was standing over her, his eyes gleaming with sadism. "You're not quite finished yet," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "But soon, you'll be perfect. A true work of art." Ahsoka's vision was blurry, but she could sense the Inquisitor's guards standing around her, their eyes fixed on her with a mixture of fascination and revulsion. She knew that she was in grave danger, and she steeled herself for what was to come. The Inquisitor raised his hand, and one of his guards stepped forward, a pair of duracrete shears in his hand. "Time to get you ready for your new role," the guard said, his voice dripping with malice. Ahsoka's eyes widened as the guard approached her, the shears snapping open and shut. She tried to struggle, but her body was too weak, too broken. The guard reached out and grabbed her robes, pulling them apart with a cruel smile. The fabric ripped and tore, exposing Ahsoka's skin to the cold air. She felt a shiver run down her spine as the guard continued to cut away her robes, leaving her naked and vulnerable. The Inquisitor watched with a satisfied smile, his eyes roving over Ahsoka's body. "Perfect," he said, his voice dripping with approval. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined." Ahsoka's face burned with shame and humiliation. She tried to cover herself, but her arms were too weak, too broken. She felt a surge of anger and hatred towards the Inquisitor and his guards, but she knew that she was in no position to fight back. The Inquisitor took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with sadism. "You're a Jedi whore," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "And you'll make a fine addition to my collection." Ahsoka's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed up at the Inquisitor. She felt a sense of despair wash over her, a sense of hopelessness. She knew that she was at the mercy of the Inquisitor and his guards, and that she was in grave danger. The Inquisitor's smile grew wider as he surveyed Ahsoka's naked body. "You'll do," he said, his voice dripping with approval. "You'll make a fine trophy, a fine plaything." 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 gazed up at the Inquisitor, her eyes flashing with anger and hatred. "You'll never break me," she said, her voice barely audible. "I'll never give in to you." The Inquisitor's smile grew even wider. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with sadism. "We'll see how long you last." As the Inquisitor's guards closed in around her, Ahsoka knew that she was in for the fight of her life. She steeled herself for what was to come, her heart pounding with anticipation. She would not go quietly into the night. She would fight, she would struggle, and she would survive.