Chapter 4: The First Cut

Inquisitor Vexis's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he nodded to his assistants, his voice dripping with malice. "Let's begin," he said, his words echoing through the dimly lit chamber. Ahsoka felt a surge of fear as the assistants moved closer, their hands reaching for her with an unnerving slowness. She struggled against her cuffs, but they held fast, rendering her helpless. The cold, grey air seemed to close in around her, making her skin crawl. One of the assistants, a tall, gaunt figure with sunken eyes, reached out with a scalpel in his hand. Ahsoka's eyes widened as he pressed the blade against her arm, the cold metal sending a shiver down her spine. She felt a sense of panic rising up, her breath catching in her throat. "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, his voice dripping with contempt. "Now, it's time to pay the price." The assistant applied gentle pressure, and the scalpel sliced into Ahsoka's arm. She screamed in pain as the blade cut through her skin, the sound echoing off the walls of the chamber. The pain was intense, a burning sensation that seemed to sear her very soul. Ahsoka's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at the wound, the sight of her own blood making her stomach churn. She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, but she fought to stay conscious, refusing to give in to the pain. Vexis stepped closer, his eyes roving over the wound. "Ah, beautiful," he whispered, his voice dripping with contempt. "The first cut. It's always the most painful." Ahsoka glared at him, her eyes flashing with hatred. "You're a monster," she spat, trying to keep her voice steady despite the agony. Vexis just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm just doing my job," he said. "And my job is to break you." The assistant continued to cut Ahsoka's arm, adding more slices to the first. Ahsoka screamed in pain, her body trembling with fear. She felt like she was being torn apart, her very sanity unraveling. As the cutting continued, Ahsoka's mind began to numb, her thoughts fragmenting into a jumbled mess of pain and fear. She felt like she was losing herself, her identity slipping away with each passing moment. Vexis watched her with an intensity that made her skin crawl, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure. "You're not as strong as you thought you were, are you?" he said, his voice dripping with contempt. Ahsoka's response was a defiant glare, but her eyes were welling up with tears, and her voice was barely above a whisper. "I...I'll never give in," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. Vexis just chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with malice. The cutting continued, each slice of the scalpel sending a wave of pain through Ahsoka's body. She screamed and begged for mercy, but Vexis just laughed, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic intensity. As the pain became almost unbearable, Ahsoka felt herself slipping away, her mind fragmenting into a jumbled mess of fear and despair. She knew she had to find a way to resist, to hold on to her sanity, but it seemed like the pain was going to consume her whole.