The Darkest Depths of Despair

As the darkness closed in around her, Ahsoka's mind went blank, her thoughts consumed by a single, desperate plea: please, don't let him do this to me. Sixth Brother's expression didn't change, but a hint of boredom flickered in his eyes. He waved his hand, and the cybergallows released Ahsoka, dropping her to the ground. She landed with a thud, her battered body screaming in protest. "Take her to her room," Sixth Brother ordered, his voice dripping with disinterest. Two stormtroopers moved forward, lifting Ahsoka between them. She tried to struggle, but her body was too weak, too broken. She hung limp between them, her eyes fixed on Sixth Brother's face. As they carried her through the corridors, Ahsoka's mind began to clear. She knew what was coming. She had seen it happen to others, the horrors that Sixth Brother and his droids inflicted on their victims. Ahsoka's heart sank, her fear spiking. She knew she was in for a world of pain. The stormtroopers deposited her in her room, and Ahsoka collapsed onto the bed, her body wracked with sobs. But her respite was short-lived. A medical droid entered the room, its mechanical arms unfolding from its sides. Ahsoka's eyes widened as she saw the array of surgical tools attached to the droid's arms. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "Please, don't make me..." The droid moved closer, its cold, mechanical eyes fixed on Ahsoka's body. Sixth Brother entered the room, his expression still impassive. "Begin the procedure," he ordered, his voice devoid of emotion. The droid sprang into action, its arms moving with precision. Ahsoka screamed as it attached sensors to her body, the cold metal suckers adhering to her skin. The droid's arms moved, and Ahsoka felt a searing pain as it made the first incision. She screamed, her body arching off the bed as the droid began to dissect her. The pain was indescribable, a burning, searing agony that threatened to consume her. Ahsoka's vision blurred, her mind reeling with horror. She was conscious, awake, and aware of every detail of the vivisection. The droid worked with precision, its mechanical arms moving with a deadly efficiency. Sixth Brother watched, his expression still impassive, as Ahsoka writhed and screamed. He was a master of the dark side, and he took pleasure in her pain. The droid worked on, its tools slicing through Ahsoka's flesh with a deadly precision. Ahsoka's screams echoed through the room, a chilling soundtrack to the horror that was being inflicted upon her. As the procedure continued, Ahsoka's mind began to fragment, her thoughts disintegrating into a chaos of pain and fear. She was trapped in a living nightmare, and she knew she might not survive. The droid's arms moved on, its tools slicing through her flesh, as Ahsoka's screams grew hoarse and her body began to shut down.