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Ahsoka was startled awake by a loud click and the sound of her cell door swinging open.
She was about to leap up, ready to fight, but a tray with a bowl and a cup balanced on top was placed on the floor and the door was closed again.
The Togruta slowly walked over to the tray placed in front of the door. Stood over it, she grimaced a little - there was an almost full cup of water, a tiny loaf of stale looking bread and a bowl with some kind of soup in it. It looked thin, nasty and tasteless.
Ahsoka sighed and sat down cross legged in front of the tray. Glancing at the tiny camera in the corner, she picked up the plastic cup and sniffed the contents of it, checking for any strange smells which could indicate there were drugs in the liquid.
Coming to the conclusion it smelt and looked fine, Ahsoka took a sip and enjoyed the sensation of the cool liquid slipping down her dry throat.
Next she moved onto stale bread, which she tore in two and then dipped in her watery soup. Taking a bite, she resisted the urge to spit it out. It was even more tasteless than the rations she had when out on long missions - and she never even thought anything could be more tasteless than those boring sticks of nutrients.
She forced herself to finish the food, imagining that this would be her only meal for the rest of the day, so she may as well savor it.
After she was done with her 'meal', she placed the tray on top of the small chest of drawers.
Now what was she to do? Sit and wait around until some sleemo grabbed her and put a knife to her throat?
She couldn't shake the feeling of fear that loomed over her. She could feel it deep inside of her and she couldn't feel anything else.
If she could still feel the Force running through her, she knew it would be on high alert, jolting her with warning signs every minute.
She already felt paranoid enough. Every little sound and creak made her heart race and her head pound. Maybe it was her predator instincts kicking in a little, or maybe that's what she kept telling herself through all of the fear.
She jolted and sprang to her feet when there was a loud, vigorous knocking at the cell door.
"Miss Tano," The Governor's joyful voice sounded through the metal, making Ahsoka both roll her eyes and back up a little in fear, "you have your first client all booked in! You know what that means?"
More terror shot through the girl as she clenched her fists. So her torture, the beginning of her painful end, would start soon. She felt frozen with anguish and overwhelming fear.
She didn't know what was going to happen to her, but she knew she'd be going through a lot of pain and she may not even live to see tomorrow.
The Governor waited a few moments for an answer. Displeased with Ahsoka's silence, he rapped on the door again, this time louder and angrily. The noise rattled uncomfortably in Ahsoka's montrals. "I said, do you know what this means?!" He yelled angrily, still smashing his fist into the door.
Ahsoka gulped and blinked fast, not knowing what to say. "N-no, no I don't." She said, trying not to sound as small as she felt.
A menacing chuckle sounded from outside the door straight after the banging stopped. "No, I didn't think you did. You'll have to wait to find out."
Ahsoka dropped down onto the mattress and held her heads in shaky hands. What was she going to do? Could she find a way to escape?
Despair settled over her, along with a lonely cloud of helplessness. She felt so useless, so alone and afraid. She had a sinking feeling that she was never going to make it out of this building.
It felt like a tonne of dursteel had been dropped onto her when she realised she could die today, or tomorrow. Tortured to death by some sickos who felt no remorse for anyone.
It had always bugged Ahsoka that there were people out there like that. People who had no pity and felt no guilt or remorse, no mater what they did, and who they hurt. They were the worst types of people, in her mind.
Knowing that she was most likely going to die by the hands of one of these people both sickened her and scared her. Why couldn't she just die on the battlefield? At least she'd be doing something right, doing something to help those in need.
She didn't want to die - not here.
She never thought she was afraid of death; until now. Her death would be slow and painful - even without the Force, she could sense that. It was unavoidable and it seemed the Force had set her path now.
Suddenly she heard a slight knock on the wall to her right, where the set of drawers were.
She crept up from the dirty mattress on the floor and moved over to the wall. A small knock sounded again.
Curious, Ahsoka crouched down and looked to where the knocks were coming from. Hesitantly, she knocked on the wall once.
"Everything okay in there?" A muffled voice sounded through the wall.
Startled, Ahsoka quickly glanced around to see if anyone was actually in the room with her.
"Um, yeah, I guess so." She said quietly.
"That's alright then. My name is Kato. What's yours?"
Ahsoka could tell now that the voice came from a male. He didn't seem to have an accent, so she assumed he was a human.
"Ahsoka." She replied. She felt a little strange talking to someone through a wall.
She eyed the camera carefully. Was she even allowed to talk to other people here? She shuffled, facing away from the camera and leaning her head on the wall so she could hear Kato a little better.
"How long have you been here?" Ahsoka questioned.
"I don't know, maybe a little over a week. I don't understand what's happening. I've just been sat here for all this time." The boy sounded scared. Judging from his voice Ahsoka assumed he was probably around her age, maybe a little younger.
"What? You've been in that room the whole time?" Ahsoka said, shocked. "How come?"
"I don't know. I've just been in here, I haven't left, apart from going for bathroom trips. I don't know why I'm here or what's going to happen to me."
Ahsoka shuffled closer to the wall, "Don't worry. I'll tell you what I know. But, just prepare yourself. Please don't panic when I tell you." Ahsoka said calmly. She knew this could make him very uneasy and he could do something stupid.
"Tell me what?!" He said, clearly panicked.
"Kato, calm down." Ahsoka said, calmly. "I don't know a lot but listen closely. They're some kind of organisation. They capture people and torture them. The Jedi are trying their hardest to get rid of these people but they're very smart. But don't worry, they are coming. And they'll save us both." Ahsoka said, determined that Anakin was already on his way and searching for a way to find her.
There was a moment of silence and Ahsoka was holding her breath, preparing herself for the reaction. "Is all of this true?" She heard a small voice.
"Yes." She sighed. "I wish it wasn't. But that's what it is."
"Do you think we're going to die here?" Kato said sadly, as if he already knew.
"No. Someone will find us. We're not going to die here." She wanted to sound strong for Kato but inside, she felt the same fear he did. It was unlikely they'd survive. She'd seen what the strangers did to people.
"Ahsoka, I hope you're right."
"I am. We'll be alright, no matter what."
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Ahsoka awoke to a sharp pain in her neck. She shot up, her defence mechanisms kicking in.
She was horrified to see a huge man dressed in a black coat standing above her. She thrust out her leg, kicking the man hard in the knee.
He howled in pain and grabbed onto her legs, forcefully yanking her off the mattress and onto the hard, cold floor.
Refusing to go down without a fight, Ahsoka grabbed his calf and pulled as hard and as fast as she could. He crashed down to the floor onto his back.
Ahsoka was on top of him in a flash, laying down harsh punches to his face. Suddenly, Ahsoka felt another sharp prick in her neck.
Flinching, she yanked out the object and hissed in pain. It was a now-empty syringe.
Immediately she started to feel strange, her head started swimming and the room began to spin madly.
Despite this, she continued her assault on the man but soon found herself on the floor, her head spinning. She felt incredibly sick and he stomach was doing somersaults. Soon everything went black.
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Ahsoka's head rolled around her shoulders. She could hear the muffled voices of two men in a heated discussion.
"You idiot, why would you give her two shots of that stuff? She's been out cold for hours!"
"I didn't know she'd put up a fight?! Have you seen my face? These black eyes didn't come from walking into a door. I gave her the first shot and she sprung up and started battering me!" Another voice exclaimed defensively.
"Honestly, Jokah. You're six foot five. She's like half the size of you."
Their loud voices pounded around Ahsoka's head.
She groaned when she heard a loud bang.
"Gentlemen, please give us some time."
Ahsoka perked up when she heard the Governor's menacingly calm voice. She heard the men shuffle out of the room, then lifted her aching head to face in the man in front of her.
She realised that she was on a chair, strapped down by her arms and legs. She could already feel her wrists and ankles aching from the tightness of the rope. The room she was in was dimly lit, with a small light bulb hanging over her head and near the doorway. There were no windows and it was chillingly cold.
He bent down so he was eye level with Ahsoka. The Togruta stared right back at him, feeling her anger flare up. This is the pathetic excuse of a man who was going to take everything away from her.
"Are you ready for your first client, Ahsoka Tano?" He smirked down at her.
Ahsoka felt fear rush through but internally scolded herself - she was a Jedi. She wouldn't cower away from danger; she'd face it head on and come out of the other side alive - she hoped.
Ahsoka didn't reply, staring right back at the Governor's black mask.
Ahsoka could tell he was smirking down at her but she kept her brave face.
"See you later, Ahsoka Tano. Expect a visit from me in 2 days."
The door slammed behind him but Ahsoka's amplified hearing could pick up a second voice behind the door. The teenager couldn't make out what they were saying, but she could hear their muffled voices.
The door creaked open slowly, revealing a man Ahsoka hadn't seen before. He was a small build, with skinny arms and legs and an apron covering the front of his scrawny body. His face was sickly pale and he looked to be around the age of 30.
Behind him he dragged a large trolley with two platforms. The bottom was empty, but the top had something on the top that she couldn't make out.
She felt her heart rate increase. What he hell was going to happen to her in this room?
"Hi there." The man spoke, his voice croaky, as if he smoked a lot - talking of 40 a day. "My name is Zengok. What's yours?"
Ahsoka clenched her jaw and kept her mouth tightly shut. She wasn't going to tell this stranger who clearly had intentions to harm her anything.
He huffed, "That's fine. I know your name anyway, Ahsoka."
Ahsoka would've been shocked about him knowing her details but it didn't surprise her because of two reasons: one being that the Governor had probably told him and two being that she could be quite popular on the holonews at times, what with being the chosen one's padawan.
Ahsoka glared at him, trying to keep her breathing steady and not show any kind of emotion to this man.
He pulled up a chair and sat opposite her. "Do you know why you're here?" He asked, leaning forward intently.
Ahsoka, again, stayed silent.
He frowned at her, "Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you?"
Ahsoka's heart rate increased again but she tried her hardest not to show any kind of emotion, especially not fear.
She had read somewhere that fear of the unknown was one of the most common fears. Fear of not knowing what's ahead of you, what's around the corner.
He shrugged, "That's okay. You clearly don't want to talk, so I may as well get right to it then." He removed himself from the chair and went back to the trolley he'd dragged in.
He was facing away from Ahsoka so she couldn't see what he was fiddling with. She could hear little clinks and clanks, like metal hitting metal.
She squeezed her eyes together and swallowed hard, mentally preparing herself for whatever might happen. She knew she wasn't supposed to feel fear, as it leads to anger, but what else was she supposed to feel? The worst organisation in the universe had her in their clutches and she didn't even know why or what was going to happen to her.
When she opened her eyes, he was stood in front of her with a small metal pole, one end sharpened into a glinting point.
"Your master can't help you now." He said menacingly, pulling his arm back and thrusting it forward in a powerful punch.
When his clenched fist collided with Ahsoka's face, her head shot backwards. She could already see golden stars dancing across her vision from the pure force of the punch.
She could feel warm liquid running down her face and instantly knew her nose was bleeding.
Another punch came crashing into her face, knocking her jaw sideways. Ahsoka grunted in pain and spat out a mouthful of thick blood. Before she even had time to recover from the harsh blow, another came, this time the small metal pole clenched in his hand.
Ahsoka felt the sharpened tip slice deeply into her cheek, just under the left eye. She let out a small cry of pain.
Between the man's ruthless swings, Ahsoka could see a lot of anger on his face and she could tell how he was feeling by the way he was expressing his emotions.
It was obvious this guy was blowing off some steam, and he seemed to like doing it by beating the shit out of teenage girls.
More violent swings and punches collided with Ahsoka's face, each one causing her more pain than the last. He head was smashed from left to right with each punch.
Ahsoka was starting to get dizzy from the pain and the force of the blows.
For a moment the man stopped.
Ahsoka's head lolled around her shoulders, blood covering the whole of her face. It had dripped from her chin and onto her clothes, covering the majority of her chest and shoulders.
Her whole face felt swollen, hot and sticky.
"How are you feeling now?" The man asked, smirking to himself as he glanced over his work.
Ahsoka looked at him through swelled eyes, a look of disgust displayed on her battered features. She spat a mouthful of dark blood at him, managing to catch his shoe. "Feeling great." She said sarcastically. She regretted it as soon as she said it however, as the man's smirk converted to a scowl within a millisecond.
Ahsoka saw the glinting silver in his hand and closed her eyes, trying to brace herself for the pain that was surely coming.
She felt the blade slowly tear through the skin just under her collarbone. It felt as if someone was dragging a blistering hot needle through her skin - it was almost excruciating. Ahsoka started to feel sick from the pain and feared that she'd vomit.
The pain was so intense Ahsoka didn't even realise the man had removed the blade.
Blinking and breathing heavily, Ahsoka heaved as she saw the large quantity of blood spilling out of the gash on her chest.
Her entire face and chest were throbbing madly, increasing her body's need to empty the contents of her stomach.
Ahsoka watched as the man returned back to his trolley of tools.
She groaned in pain as the intensity of the throbbing in her chest increased.
The man returned and sat opposite her again.
"Sit up straight." He commanded.
By now Ahsoka was delirious and was somewhat struggling to keep her head up and straight. The blood loss from her chest and the repeated blows to her head had made her extremely dizzy and blurry eyed.
The man growled at her before backhanding her across her sliced cheek, sending her head flying to the side. "I said sit up, and keep your head up straight." He yelled in her face.
Ahsoka took a breath through her mouth. He nose was blocked with blood, denying her any air through it.
Zengok forcefully grabbed Ahsoka's chin and yanked her mouth open. His grip was tight and uncomfortable on her face.
"You know, I always wanted to be a dentist when I was a child. Unfortunately, I never paid attention in school so I never got the qualifications..." He said, his voice low as he examined Ahsoka's teeth.
Ahsoka's heart rate increased tenfold when she heard Zengok fumbling around on the trolley with his spare hand. She spotted a pair of rusty pliers in his hand.
Her eyes widened, "No, no don't." She tried to say, but struggled as her mouth was still forced open.
He laughed at her as he positioned the pliers in her mouth, the rusted metal surrounding the first molar tooth after the canine.
Ahsoka closed her eyes and gripped the arms of the chair as tight as she possibly could. Her legs trembled from fear.
The metal tightened around the tooth. Zengok quickly twisted his arm and pulled, ripping the tooth out of it's secured place in Ahsoka's mouth.
Ahsoka's scream of pain was muffled by his hand in her mouth. Her mouth filled with warm blood that slipped down her throat with every ragged breath she took. She ripped her head away from his grasp, leaning over to the side, trying to cough out all of the blood she had swallowed. Struggling to breath, she coughed as hard as she could to clear her throat, blood splatting all over herself and the floor.
Through her blurry eyes, she spotted the bloodied tooth on the floor. She felt more bile rise up her throat.
Her breathing deep, Ahsoka tried to speak, "Why are you doing this?"
Zengok chuckled and wiped the bloody pliers on his apron. He lent in close to Ahsoka's face, forcing her jaw open again, placing the pliers around Ahsoka's bottom left canine tooth. "Because I want to." He wriggled his hand, twisted the pliers and yanked.
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Ohhhh shit guys! So, why is Ahsoka being tortured, hm? Let me know your guesses in your reviews! Thanks a bunch guys, and sorry this chapter took so long. Had major writers block (as usual, I mean i did disappear for like 2 years or something). I promise I'll be quicker this time!
Also... As you all know my laptop is broken. So I'm writing on my phone, no idea how to use bold or italics or anything cause it's just on my notes. Just to let you all know!
