The Cycle of Torture

As the darkness receded, Ahsoka found herself back in her body, her senses dulled and her skin throbbing with pain. She lay on the cold, hard floor, her robes torn and her body battered. Sixth Brother stood over her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he surveyed his handiwork. "You are a difficult one to break, Ahsoka," he said, his voice dripping with admiration. "But I will enjoy the challenge. You will learn to submit, to obey without question. And I will be the one to teach you." Ahsoka's gaze flickered up to meet his, a spark of defiance still burning within her. But Sixth Brother merely chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We will see about that," he said, his voice low and menacing. With a swift motion, he hauled Ahsoka to her feet, his grip like a vice on her arm. Ahsoka stumbled, her legs trembling beneath her, but Sixth Brother's hold kept her upright. He dragged her through the corridors of the Inquisitor's fortress, Ahsoka's eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of fear and desperation. She knew that she had to escape, to find a way to freedom and safety. But for now, she was at Sixth Brother's mercy, and that was a terrifying thought. They eventually arrived at a large, dimly lit chamber deep within the fortress. Ahsoka's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the cybergallows, a device that seemed to be a fusion of ancient and modern technology. Sixth Brother gestured to the device, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "This is where you will learn to obey," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You will be hanged, suspended between life and death. And each time, you will be brought back, forced to endure the pain and the fear. Until you submit, Ahsoka. Until you obey without question." Ahsoka's eyes went wide with horror as Sixth Brother activated the cybergallows. A noose dropped down, settling around her neck like a cold, metallic collar. Ahsoka tried to struggle, but it was too late. The device jerked her off the ground, suspending her in mid-air as the noose constricted her throat. Ahsoka's vision began to blur, her lungs burning with the need for air. She thrashed and kicked, but her struggles were futile. Sixth Brother watched with a detached interest, his eyes gleaming with fascination as Ahsoka's body began to shut down. Just as she was on the brink of death, the cybergallows released its hold, dropping Ahsoka to the ground with a thud. She gasped, her lungs burning as she sucked in air. Sixth Brother leaned over her, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You see, Ahsoka, this is what happens when you disobey," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You will be punished, over and over again. Until you learn to submit." The cycle repeated itself, Ahsoka being hanged and revived multiple times, each instance a blur of pain and fear. She lost count of how many times she was brought to the brink of death, her body screaming in agony as the cybergallows released its hold. But even as her body was broken, Ahsoka's spirit refused to submit. A spark of defiance still burned within her, a flame that flickered with each breath. And as she lay on the ground, her body battered and bruised, Ahsoka knew that she would never give in. She would never obey.