Content warnings:Disassociation, aftermath of being masturbated over, aftermath of gangrape, injuries
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Ahsoka let herself drift.
She kept her eyes closed as Molec left the room, and when two guards came and grabbed her arms, dragging her off the bed.
She could slowly feel the numbness retreating from her limbs, but still couldn't fight off the iron grips of the guards. The drug had worn off, but the trauma of the event made her joints lock, and her limbs go rigid.
"She's a pretty, little thing," one of the guards commented as they dragged her through the corridors, her arms slung over their shoulders. Ahsoka blinked groggily, but the moving mosaic floor beneath her only made her feel dizzy. "Are you sure you don't want to blow some steam?"
"The Prime Minister said she is to be left untouched," the other replied, sounding disappointed. "We'll take the Kiffar after the others are done with her, make that ugly face bleed."
They were talking about Jiang.
Ahsoka wondered if the Kiffar often felt like she did after being abused by Molec's guards, or perhaps she had grown used to it.
Ahsoka let herself drone out of reality until her knees hit the stone floor of the bunkroom.
Arms swept around her shoulders before her face could collide with the floor, saving her from a broken nose.
"Oh, Blue," that was Miel, cupping her cheek. Ahsoka flinched at the contact and opened her eyes. The human's face was etched with concern. "It's alright, you're back now. You're safe."
"What happened?" Convor appeared behind Miel, kneeling next to her. "Is she hurt?"
Gentle fingers touched the inside of her thigh, and Miel effortlessly pushed her legs apart. Ahsoka whimpered, trying to bring her legs together but she didn't have the strength to stop the woman from looking.
"It's okay, Blue." Miel soothed, noticing her distress, before addressing Convor. "There's no blood or bruising. Let's take her to the washroom."
"What's wrong with her?" A voice called from further away, quiet and afraid.
"She's just tired, Luna," Convor answered as Miel lifted Ahsoka into her arms. Her heavy head lolled against the human's shoulder. "We'll sort her out."
They took her into the washroom, and Ahsoka was too tired to keep her eyes open. She felt herself being lowered to sit on the tiled floor, leaning against the wall, and she shuddered from the coolness of the room.
A hand touched her cheek, warm and non-threatening. Ahsoka noticed they touched her cheek that didn't have excrement on it.
"I need to take your clothes off, Blue." Miel said, rubbing the pad of her thumb over Ahsoka's cheekbone. "They're dirty."
Ahsoka didn't provide a verbal response. She kept her eyes closed as Miel and Convor slipped off her top and skirt, the former removing the jewellery from her montrals. The clatter of metal and jewels on the tiled floor made Ahsoka inhale sharply.
Once she was naked, Ahsoka curled inwards on herself, drawing her knees to her chest. She tried to take deep breaths, attempting to mitigate the growing anxiety and dread in her chest.
"He doesn't come in here, Blue," Convor said, clearly recognising that she was withdrawing from fear. "If he wants you, he'll summon you."
Her words were supposed to be comforting, but Ahsoka just squeezed her eyes tighter. She tried to imagine that she was in a happy place, the Resolute's mess hall.
The clones would be making faces at their plates of sloppy rations, and Fives would be scratching his head when Anakin constantly beat him at Sabaac. Rex would be helping her write a report, casting her smiles of encouragement when she remembered the fine details.
The sound of water rushing from the shower head broke Ahsoka from her attempts to disassociate from her situation.
"Look at me," fingers took her chin, angling her face. Ahsoka opened her eyes to see Miel wetting a washcloth, offering what she supposed was meant to be an assuring smile. "It won't take long."
Angling her face, Miel began wiping away Molec's seed, being especially gentle around her eye area.
It almost reminded Ahsoka of how gentle Anakin could be when he wiped dirt out of her scratches and grazes following battles. It had always surprised her that no matter how loud and eccentric her Master could be, that he could also be so soft with her.
She could feel tears falling down her face, which Miel wiped away with the excrements from Molec's activity. Convor cleaned his semen from her montral, muttering to Miel that it was only right because she was also a Togruta.
They put the washcloths away when they were finished, but Ahsoka still felt unclean. Miel tried to lift her up again, but Ahsoka held out a hand.
"I- I can walk," Ahsoka whispered.
She didn't want Luna to see her like this.
"Are you sure?" Convor asked.
"Yes," Ahsoka steadily climbed to her feet, only to slump against the wall. Maybe she wasn't quite as strong as she thought.
Silently, the two women slipped their arms around her waist. Ahsoka expected they would insist on carrying her, but surprisingly they only supported her weight as she shakily walked back to the bunkroom, wrapping her in a fluffy robe as they went.
Caelum was in the bunkroom now, lounging with her eyes faintly closed on Jiang's bunk, the Kiffar absent. Luna was huddled far away from the woman, fiddling with her dress. She looked scared.
Miel helped her to settle in bed, taking her own blanket from her bunk to keep her warm.
"You're in shock," she murmured softly, tucking Ahsoka in. She was completely curled up, an obvious sign that her body had put itself in a defensive position whilst her mind ran in circles. "You'll feel better after you sleep."
Ahsoka tried to believe her.
She stayed somewhere between half-awake and half-asleep as the night crept on, never once closing her eyes. She felt like she was stuck in carbonite, frozen still even though she could now move her body again.
Molec's actions hadn't just disgusted her. It was a humiliating act to masturbate over someone else's body. It was disrespectful, not just to her, but to all female Togrutas of her age.
He saw them as less than sentient. To Molec, people like her weren't really people with lives, dreams, and families. They were objects in his mind, toys to be used and then thrown away when they were no longer good enough.
She wished she was back at the Temple, laughing with the other Padawans or training with Anakin. She wished they never accepted this mission.
It wasn't clear how much time had passed before the metal gate slammed open, making Ahsoka flinch violently, and she heard the crackling laughs of the Zygerrian guards who previously brought her back to the bunkroom.
"Never gets old," one said, and between them, they tossed a body onto the ground.
Ahsoka snapped upright to get a better look, horror swelling in her chest when she noticed the thick dreadlocks and dark skin.
Jiang was naked and covered in blood and bruises. There were burns covering her back from what must've been an electro-whip, and her eyes were swollen shut.
Bile burned up Ahsoka's throat when she saw white trails covering the girl's bare skin, so similar to what Convor and Miel had meticulously wiped from her own body earlier.
For a moment, Ahsoka thought she was dead.
The Kiffar let out a soft groan, but didn't move otherwise.
Caelum moved first, leaping from her bunk and scooping the prone girl into her arms. In the light, Ahsoka could see concern etched deeply into the Twi'lek's expression.
She thought of Jiang differently than how she viewed the others. Caelum cared about her.
"Hey," the Zygerrian nudged his friend, then pointed at Luna who was visibly trembling. "Let's have that one next."
They didn't even step into the room before Caelum was on her feet, blocking their way.
Ahsoka pushed the blankets off her legs, prepared to step in if they would be brave enough to attempt to grab Luna.
"You've done enough," she said lowly, almost as a growl, "Go, or I'll tell him that you're taking advantage of his stock."
Ahsoka wondered how the guards would react. Would they hit Caelum? Would they shoulder past her in order to get to Luna? Would they take Caelum instead?
She was surprised when both guards turned to leave, scowling over their shoulders.
Caelum stood in the entrance until they were out of sight, and then slammed the gate closed with so much force that Ahsoka feared it would fall off its hinges.
Convor, who was making her way toward Jiang's limp body, froze when Caelum rounded on her.
"Get away from her!" The Twi'lek shouted, pushing Convor backward until she stumbled. "I will treat her."
Convor lifted her hands in a peaceful gesture, "I understand your protectiveness, Caelum, but her injuries could be severe."
"I won't let you touch her!" Caelum fired back, spinning on her heel to lift Jiang off the ground.
The Kiffar clutched weakly at her lekku, and Ahsoka's montrals barely picked up Caelum's quiet murmurs as she laid the girl in her own bunk. Caelum took Jiang's hand, squeezing it tightly.
"I'm so sorry, love."
Convor sighed, looking to Miel who could only shrug. The older Togruta tossed her medkit near the protective Twi'lek before returning to her bunk.
Ahsoka figured it wasn't worth the fight.
Drawing her blanket back up, Ahsoka turned away from the injured Kiffar and her caregiver, honouring their privacy. She didn't think she'd ever understand their relationship, but if Caelum was willing to treat her injuries, then she would let them be.
After everything that Jiang had been through, even before being bought by Molec, she deserved someone who loved her.