Huge content warning for this final chapter! This chapter features the rape of a minor. I've tried to keep it as non-graphic as possible whilst keeping it intense.

Content warnings: Threat or rape/forced to beg for rape, Violence and injuries, Rape of a minor (Molec rapes Luna), Ahsoka is forced to watch the act above, Degrading language, Mentioned trafficking, Dissociation/panic attack

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"And then there were two," Molec sighed, leaning against the table.

Ahsoka stood in the middle of the room. Caelum had left, and the guard had lifted Jiang's limp body out of the room.

Molec's words about every guard getting a final turn with the Kiffar rang through Ahsoka's head. She wondered how many Zygerrians were raping her corpse as they waited.

The guard who had been stabbed was also carted away, though Ahsoka was sure he had already died. His eyes had remained open and unblinking as they hoisted him onto a stretcher.

"Molec, you can't do this," Ahsoka begged, suddenly feeling like the walls were closing in. She knew what his intentions were as soon as he ordered Caelum to collect Luna from the bunkroom.

"She's a child," Ahsoka argued, feeling herself lose all composure that she had previously mustered for her encounters with the slaver. "You can't, please!"

"Aw, darling Blue," Molec pouted, "I always thought Jedi didn't get emotional."

"You can- you can take me instead," Ahsoka rambled, saying whatever it took to change his mind. "I'll stay here forever if you just let her go, she doesn't deserve this."

Molec's smile grew, and he pushed himself upright. Ahsoka could feel her knees shaking as he stalked towards her. He didn't stop until he was in her personal space, their bodies inches apart.

She could feel his breath hot on her face.

"Beg me." He hissed. "Beg me to rape you instead of her."

Ahsoka blinked furiously to keep the tears at bay. Anakin had always told her to act tough, to pretend that words had no influence on her.

But what he was asking of her...

Do it for Luna.

"Please, Master," she whispered, her breaths coming out faster and faster. It was as if she was back in his bed, a panic attack brewing inside her. "Please, Master, I promise I won't struggle. I'll let you do whatever you want. I'll obey your every ask."

"Say it," Molec growled, and his saliva hit her face, "Beg like you mean it."

Her clenched fists were shaking. She didn't want to look at him, but she forced herself to raise her head.

"Please, r-rape me instead of her," her voice shook as she constrained the words. "I'll be good, I'll be a good s-skug for you, Master."

She was suddenly reminded of being pinned under Molec's weight in the bedroom. He had asked her to beg for mercy, and she swore she would never do it.

Now, she had no choice.

"You'll follow my every command?" Molec asked, his smile lingering as he rested his hands on his hips.

"Yes, Master," Ahsoka nodded, tears beginning to drip down her cheeks.

"Then get on your knees."

Shakily, Ahsoka lowered herself to the ground. She looked up at Molec, her bottom lip trembling as she knew what was in store. She'd witnessed Convor do the same thing in the dining room, but much more willingly.

Her knees were sore against the marble floor, though she took comfort that she wasn't leaning on the animal hide rug closer to his desk.

"Good Jedi," Molec praised her sweetly, using the same tone he had used on Convor before. The one that made her feel infantile.

It was the same modulation that Anakin would use after congratulating her for lasting longer than five minutes in a training simulation with the clones.

"Now, open your mouth."

Her hands were shaking so much that the cuffs were rattling. Ahsoka wanted to close her eyes as she obeyed his order but feared it would only make her look more desirable.

Molec grinned wildly when he saw her open her mouth exactly as he instructed. She expected him to start unbuckling his belt, but instead, he leaned forward until he was inches away from her face.

"So willing, and yet so stupid." He sighed, laying a hand on her montrals, "You see, Blue, raping you will not have the desired effect. Your precious Order has trained you for that."

Ahsoka didn't point out that she had not been prepared for this.

Knights and Jedi Shadows were trained for this, even clone Commanders, but not Padawans. The Jedi tried to shield them from this as much as possible.

"Forcing you to watch me rape Luna, well, that should break you." Molec smiled at her, "I scarred Jiang's face when she tried to defend one of the other girls. Now, I'll scar you in a different way."

There was a knock at the door, and Molec stood straighter.

"Enter."

Ahsoka jumped to her feet, lifting her bound hands above her head, "You son of a-"

Molec spun before she could land her hit. She didn't even register his hand slapping her face until she was flung in the air.

Her body landed on the marble floor with a heavy smack, and because she couldn't catch herself with her hands, her elbow hit the ground first and pain sparked up her arm. The sting on her cheek came after.

Ahsoka could see nothing but black spots for a moment, but she could hear people entering the room. It must've been Luna, for she could hear a young girl struggling and whimpering in the strong grasp of Caelum.

"Blue!" The girl cried, "Blue, what's happening?"

"Molec!" Ahsoka roared, shoving herself upright and charging for the man, even as she felt the room spin.

The collar around her neck activated, and the shock brought her to one knee. She breathed through the pain, blinking away the blurriness, as Caelum dragged the girl to Molec's desk.

"Blue," Luna begged, her eyes wide and terrified as she was forcibly taken closer to the man. "Blue!"

Molec adjusted himself in his trousers.

Ahsoka saw red.

She didn't even register the Force swell around her, the shock collar falling off her neck in pieces. The wires and fragments clattered onto the marble, and she saw the slight fear in Molec's eyes when he realised she had broken it with just her mind.

Then, before she could launch her assault and bare her fangs, determined to kill Molec there and then, an invisible Force wrapped around her neck.

Ahsoka was lifted off the floor, her feet kicking at nothing as her oxygen supply was cut off.

Opposite her, Caelum gripped Luna's bicep with one hand, and reached her other arm towards her.

So, she was Force-sensitive after all.

Ahsoka gasped for air, hands scrambling at her neck. There was nothing she could do but hang in the air, unable to help herself.

"Try to attack him, and I'll kill the girl," Caelum warned, jerking her head at the trembling Togruta in her grip. Luna's eyes were focused on the blood stains on the marble- Jiang's blood.

"Thank you, Caelum," Molec said, sounding slightly nervous now Ahsoka had demonstrated that his shock collar had failed to keep her subdued. "You may release her now."

The grip around her neck retreated, and Ahsoka dropped heavily onto her hands and knees, sending pain through each of her limbs. Ahsoka rasped for air, coughing hard and watching blood splatter the designs of the flooring.

In seconds, the hands of Zygerrian guards pulled her up, and she weakly fell against one of them. He shoved her upright, giving her the chance to gain her footing despite her lungs screaming for relief.

Another shock collar was promptly clicked around her neck.

"Keep a firm hold on her," Molec instructed, "She's a quick one."

"And you," Caelum growled, shaking Luna. "Don't test me today, little one. You attempt to run, and I'll shoot you in the face. Am I understood?"

"I'm tired of waiting," Molec complained, fiddling with his belt buckle. Luna immediately stiffened. "Bring her here."

"Molec, no!" Ahsoka cried out, her voice cracking from emotion and her aggravated throat. She switched to Togruti, "Luna, run! Break free and run! Don't let him touch you!"

"If I wasn't so short on time, I'd cut out her tongue for using that language." Molec growled, "Luckily for our token Jedi, I'm in a bit of a rush. Come here, sweetheart."

Luna drew back, but she had no chance against Caelum's strength. The Twi'lek lifted her in the air by her arm, depositing her onto Molec's desk where he quickly grabbed hold of her.

"No, Master, no!" Luna shrieked, immediately struggling as Molec clawed open her dress. "No, no, please! Let me go!"

Ahsoka turned her face away, too horrified to watch. Just the sound of fabric ripping and Luna's begging for him to stop was enough to make her feel violently ill.

"The Jedi will watch," Molec roared, "Make her watch!"

Hands grabbed her forehead, her chin, her back lek. Her face was forced to look at the scene in front of her.

Molec was straddling Luna's small body with his own, Caelum pinning the girl's hands down onto the dark wood. Her legs were kicking uselessly against the desk as she struggled. Her clothes were nothing but tatters on the floor.

"There's my pretty girl," Molec crooned, groping at Luna's chest.

Ahsoka had seen a lot of horrible things in her life.

She'd watched Anakin almost be brushed by a fallen tank.

She'd witnessed a shiny choke to death on their own blood as she herself was too injured to help him.

She'd seen a horrific speeder crash in the lower levels of Coruscant where every driver and passenger was confirmed dead on the scene.

But this...

This was what Shaak Ti had lectured them about as younglings.

This was Master Plo's biggest fear when Ahsoka wandered away from her clan on an outing and it took four hours to find her.

This was the reason why all female Padawans had an earlier curfew than their male counterparts.

Ahsoka screwed her eyes closed. She would have bruises from where the guards were holding her in place, but she still refused to watch.

"You see, Luna, I planned this differently in my head," Molec said, chuckling at the sound of her cries. "I wanted to make you feel safe and loved before coming to this point. You can blame Jiang and Blue for my change of plans."

"He said she has to watch," one of the guards mumbled to the other, "but she's closing her eyes!"

"Orders are orders," the other replied.

Suddenly, hands were on her face. They pressed their clawed fingertips against her eyelids, dragging them open. Ahsoka howled in pain and began to thrash. They simply adjusted their grip and pulled her eyes open.

They would make her watch by force.

"This is your punishment, Blue." Molec growled, wrestling Luna's kicking legs apart. Ahsoka could see his... thing, out and ready. "I hope you'll never betray my trust again."

"Caelum, Caelum," Luna shouted, bucking her hips in an attempt to dislodge Molec, "Stop him, please! Don't let him-"

Her cries for help were cut off as Molec forced himself inside. Luna began to scream, raw and animalistic. Ahsoka could feel her physical pain in the Force, and barely managed to hold back vomit.

"Do you want to imagine the waterfalls now, sweet thing?" Molec grunted, pinning down her hips with just one hand as he pushed forward. "Will that make you feel better?"

"Get off her!" Ahsoka screamed, thrashing in the grip of the guards.

In seconds, her hands were uncuffed and re-cuffed behind her back. One of the guards continued to hold her eyes open as the other forced her arms backwards. Her still-healing shoulder ached from the added pressure, and tears burned in her eyes.

"Molec!" She growled, "Molec, you're a dead man! I'll kill you myself!"

Tears were streaming down Luna's face, her mouth open wide as she screamed in agony. Her pain was being projected so loudly in the Force that Ahsoka was certain they could feel it on Coruscant.

"Quiet down," Caelum hissed, "You're only making it worse for yourself."

"Caelum, you can stop this!" Ahsoka begged for the woman to see reason, "You don't have to be his slave, you don't have to be a part of this. Please!"

The Twi'lek furrowed her brow, ignoring Ahsoka's pleas as he held down Luna's squirming body. Molec was lost in his pleasure, eyes closed and mouth drooling onto Luna's bare stomach.

"Caelum," Ahsoka's voice almost broke, "I-Imagine it was your daughter."

She didn't know if Caelum was a parent or not, though she seemed old enough to be.

"Would you let him do this to someone you loved?" Ahsoka continued, Molec's thrusts speeding up. "What if it was Jiang?"

Caelum turned her head, and for the first time, the woman looked vulnerable.

Even as she was holding Luna down, allowing a man four times the girl's age to use her like a toy, she didn't look tough.

"I've held Jade down a hundred times."

Jade.

Molec's eyes snapped open. He curled his hand around Luna's throat as he glared at Caelum.

"Say that name again, I dare you."

Caelum's eyes widened, Luna silently shouting for the hand around her throat to release. She looked petrified.

"Don't kill her Master."

"Why shouldn't I?" Molec growled, his nails digging into the delicate skin on Luna's neck. Her head was hitting the table repeatedly as she tried to shake him off. "I'd like to order you to hold a dead Togruta's legs apart as my men take their turn with her."

Molec laughed at Caelum's horrified expression.

He released Luna, and she sobbed for breath, bruises already visible around her neck. She sounded like she was dying, a noise so similarly made by clones who had been shot in the chest and the medics could do nothing but hold them as they died.

"Tell me what she is," Molec growled, continuously thrusting into the girl.

Luna was too weak to shout, she could only lay there and cry.

"S-She's your slave, Master," Caelum stuttered.

"What else?" He prompted, his hips moving in a blur. Luna's feet were hitting the table with every assault. Her face had turned toward Ahsoka, but her eyes were unseeing. She was in shock.

Caelum's lips wobbled around the words.

"Your t-tailhead." She managed, "She's your property."

Molec's thrusts had slowed as he neared his climax. Ahsoka struggled in the grip of the guards, but they held her still. Her eyelids were sore from being pried apart.

She spat on one of them, and he laughed at her.

"Oh, Blue," Molec crooned, "If you could see your face."

"You're disgusting," she growled. "I hope you burn."

Molec laughed, digging his nails into Luna's chest as he drove after his pleasure. "If I burn, I'll make sure my slaves burn with me."

He took Luna's face in his other hand, squeezing her cheeks together by pinching around her mouth.

"You've serviced me so well, little Luna."

Then, he kissed her.

Ahsoka stared as Luna lay motionless underneath his thrashing hips, his dominant mouth. She wondered if Convor had once looked like Luna did when she was younger. She wondered if Jiang had looked the same.

Molec's hips stilled, and he groaned loudly into Luna's lax mouth. Ahsoka bit her cheek to stop herself from vomiting. She noticed Caelum was doing the same thing.

"Master..." the young Togruta managed to say, her eyes wide as she stared at him.

Molec pulled himself out, and Ahsoka shuddered at the sight of his semen being smeared over the girl's thighs.

"It's alright," he said, his voice sweet and no longer angry. Ahsoka hated how easily he could manipulate them. "You did very well, you were a good slave."

Molec climbed off the desk at the same time that Caelum released Luna's arms. Ahsoka hoped she might get up and run, break through the window, and jump to her death as the Twi'lek slave had done the first day they arrived in Zygerria.

Instead of running, Luna turned onto her side, facing Ahsoka. Shakily, she curled into a ball, her eyes downcast. Her entire body was trembling.

Ahsoka couldn't imagine the effect that such an abhorrent act could have on somebody.

She couldn't imagine living with herself in the aftermath.

"I think Blue should spend some time away from the other girls," Molec said, tucking himself into his trousers. He didn't even look at Luna as she started to quietly cry. "Caelum, put her back in a cage. Seven days in isolation should do the trick."

"Yes, Master," the Twi'lek dipped her head, once again the submissive servant.

"What are you going to do after that?" Ahsoka asked, "Force me to watch you rape another slave?"

"No, Blue," Molec chuckled, "After seven days of no food and little water, you should be weak enough for me to rape you easily enough. I believe her Majesty would be willing to spectate. She'll bring precious Skywalker for the show as well."

"He can hold her down," Caelum muttered, stalking towards her.

"Good suggestion, my sweet," Molec crooned. "Guards, take dearest Luna to the bunkroom. If I see a bruise or mark on her body that's not from my own hand, I'll have your heads."

Caelum grabbed her cuffed hands and dragged her toward the door. Ahsoka struggled to resist, not certain Molec wouldn't try to harm Luna whilst she was weak and vulnerable.

"Luna, you need to run as soon as you get the chance!" She shouted, twisting in Caelum's unrelenting grip. "Get off planet and call the Republic! Tell them that you know Ahsoka Tano! Don't stop until you're free!"

There was suddenly the muzzle of a gun being pressed to the back of her head, and Caelum hissed at her montrals, "Keep moving, Jedi."

She was forced out of Molec's office by the strong Twi'lek, past the guards who were posted outside. Caelum didn't speak to them as they dragged Ahsoka through the corridors.

"Anakin! Master, help!" Ahsoka bellowed as loud as she could, unable to use the Force to amplify her voice. "Rex! Obi-Wan! Someone help!"

Caelum snorted, "Nobody's coming."

Ahsoka went for a different approach. Instead of planting her heels on the slippery wooden floor, she let her body go limp and crash to the ground. She almost pulled the Twi'lek down as well before she regained her footing.

Caelum sighed, frustrated, "Seriously?"

Ahsoka said nothing, cementing her weight on the floor.

She didn't want to go back into the cage.

The Twi'lek dropped her cuffed hands in favour of grabbing her waist under one arm. Ahsoka kept herself limp as the woman carried her, her feet dragging along the floor.

"You really want to be this dramatic?" The Twi'lek grumbled, shifting her weight slightly, "Fine."

"You're just as bad as he is," Ahsoka growled.

Caelum snorted, "You really think so?"

"You say you're a slave," Ahsoka argued, "But you act like a slaver."

"I've worked hard to get to where I am, Jedi." Caelum said, walking them onto a balcony. "Forgive me for making the best out of a bad situation."

Ahsoka caught sight of the dreaded cage and began to struggle. She thrashed against the Twi'lek, managing to elbow her in the stomach. All the while, Caelum held onto her.

The Jedi let out a cry of pain as she was thrown into the small cell that she was previously acquainted with. The bars were hot from sitting in the sun, and it somehow felt more cramped than before.

"This is it," Ahsoka said, watching Caelum fiddle with the locks. "You're going to leave me out here for seven days. I'll die from exposure."

"You won't die from a bit of heat," Caelum replied, standing to her full height. "And I suspect Master will grow impatient after three days."

The Twi'lek outstretched her hands, and the cage lifted. Ahsoka clung onto the bars, feeling her stomach do flips, as she was lifted over the palace wall and lowered onto a hook.

"How come the Jedi never found you?" She asked, adjusting her weight as the cage gently swung in the breeze. "You're powerful."

"They did find me," Caelum said, out of view now. "I was a Padawan when I was trafficked into slavery and sent to Tatooine."

Ahsoka's heart quenched as she remembered Ash who had also likely been sold into slavery from the Temple.

"Is that why you hate us?" She asked, "Because the Jedi couldn't save you."

Caelum was silent for a moment before she replied.

"My Master was the one to sell me."

Her words left a heavy weight on Ahsoka's chest as she heard the Twi'lek walk away, leaving her under the blistering sun and shaking from the events of the day.

She wondered if Luna had been taken from Molec's office, or if she was still laying on the desk. Perhaps Molec was eager to go again before he sent her away.

Ahsoka knew that Convor and Miel would be kind to the girl when she returned. They would hold her if she cried, or soothe her if she was frozen with shock. They would tend to her wounds and find her new clothes to wear.

Caelum would likely return to the bunkroom in the evening. She would confirm that Jiang was dead, probably not admitting that it was her who killed the Kiffar. She would say where Ahsoka had been taken.

After evening meal, they would help Luna to bed. Caelum would watch from Jiang's empty bunk. She might mourn, she might promise to tend to Luna's injuries, though Convor would most likely strive to keep her away.

Ahsoka lay on the bottom of the cage as the sun began to lower. It was getting chillier, and she had no layers to keep warm. Her body ached, her arms particularly. She was sure her eyes would be red for a couple of days.

She didn't sleep much that night, terrified that in seven days' time (or even earlier, as Caelum had predicted), her own innocence would be taken from her.

She could only hope the Republic would rescue them before her fate was sealed.

Though it already felt too late.