**Chapter 14: Public Execution**

Public humiliation was the name of the game now. Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror as she was dragged away from the pole stage, her battered body trembling with fear. Rykhard's whip still stung her skin, and the crowd's jeers and catcalls still echoed in her ears. She had no idea what Sixth Brother had planned next, but she knew it couldn't be good. As she was dragged through the corridors, she caught glimpses of stormtroopers and Imperial officers, all of whom seemed to be enjoying her predicament. Some of them spat at her, their words laced with venom. "Look at the Togruta tart," one of them sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "She's almost as pretty as she is pathetic." Ahsoka's face burned with shame as she was led to a large public square. The area was filled with Imperial personnel, all of whom seemed to be waiting for something. And then, she saw it - a large gallows, with a rope waiting to snap her neck. Sixth Brother stepped forward, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Time for Ahsoka's public execution," he announced, his voice booming through the square. Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror as she was dragged towards the gallows. She was pushed up onto the platform, her skimpy outfit drawing gasps and snickers from the crowd. As the hangman adjusted the rope, a stormtrooper stepped forward, his helmet tilted at a sneering angle. "Hey, Togruta slut," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "You're not so tough now, are you?" The crowd began to chant, their words laced with malice. "Togruta whore! Togruta whore!" they shouted, over and over. Ahsoka's face burned with shame as another stormtrooper stepped forward, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "You're a long way from being a hero, Ahsoka," he sneered. "You're just a Togruta tart, strung up for all to see." The hangman gave her a final push, and Ahsoka found herself dangling in mid-air, the rope creaking ominously. The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers, their words echoing through the square. As she hung there, Ahsoka's mind reeled with despair. She was trapped, with no escape in sight. And then, she saw him - a figure watching from the shadows, his eyes fixed intently on her. For a moment, their eyes locked, and Ahsoka felt a spark of hope. But it was quickly extinguished as Sixth Brother stepped forward, his eyes glinting with excitement. "The Togruta's approval ratings are through the floor," he announced, his voice dripping with malice. "Let's see how she does with a little more... motivation." The hangman adjusted the rope, and Ahsoka felt herself being slowly lowered, her feet dangling just above the ground. She was forced to endure the jeers and catcalls of the crowd, her body trembling with fear. As she hung there, she knew she had to think fast - or she would be doomed to suffer at the hands of Sixth Brother and his Imperial cohorts.