Heyo, human beings from outer space!
Looky-looky, I'm getting caught up! This is the second part of the last chapter in this book but you can probably read it as a stand-alone if you want to. I dunno. You might be confused.
I actually probably had too much fun writing this part. Oops. Whelp. I said I was almost done, and then I had to go eat, ugh. Eating is overrated.
Just kidding, eating is good for you, please eat.
I don't know if I should put trigger warnings on here or not, so yeah
Read on if you dare.
Ahsoka woke for the third time that day– night, whatever– to the door of her containment cell scraping against the floor as commando droids shoved it open. Ahsoka blinked against the sudden brightness of the light pouring through the door.
A heavy man appeared within the three commando droids. Ahsoka narrowed her eyes at the man. This was the man who had ordered her to be taken away from Cody and muzzled and chained. She would've attacked the man if she hadn't been restrained.
"Good morning, my silly little pet," the fat man said.
Ahsoka didn't say anything. The muzzle didn't allow her to so much as open her mouth.
"I'm so glad to see you, pet. And you know why? Because we are going to have such a fun little day today, pet," Fat Man said. He snapped his fingers and pointed at Ahsoka. The commando droids stepped forward and started messing with her chains. Ahsoka couldn't see what they were doing, but she could hear clicking and scraping.
A moment later, one of the commando droids hauled her to her feet and the motion made her head spin. Before she could stumble, another commando grabbed her other shoulder. The third one stood behind her and tugged at the chain on her collar and muzzle and her breath hitched.
The chains were removed from her wrists and ankles, but the cuffs remained in place and her hands were bound.
Fat Man led the way down the hallway, the three commando droids keeping Ahsoka in check. She tried to shake her shoulders free, the droid's metal fingers bruising her arms, but Fat Man heard the shaking of chains and turned around.
"Easy now, my pet," said Fat Man, clicking his tongue. He stepped forward and cupped her muzzled chin in his hands, looking her in the eyes. "It's okay, we're just walking. You'll be okay."
Ahsoka wanted to deck him. She shoved her chin out of his grip and glared at him. She really hated this "being treated like an animal" garbage.
The walking resumed, and eventually, Fat Man took them into a cold, light-colored, a great contrast to the dark, stone containment center.
Fat Man directed the droids aside while he put on a long, white coat. The droids took her to a spot on the wall where she was chained. This time, she wasn't lying down, but instead propped up and held directly against the wall.
The droids planted themselves on the other side of the room, ready in case anything went wrong.
"You know," drawled out Fat Man, "I always wanted a pretty little pet, like you." He still had his back to Ahsoka as he clattered around at the counter. "I've had a few other pets, but have you ever gotten that feeling when you've run into exactly the pet you've been looking for? That little kitten along the side of the road crying for help? Of course you haven't, my pet, you are the kitten. My pretty little kitten."
Fat Man brought a syringe over to her and brushed her lekku delicately. "You're a Togruta. I've always wanted a Togruta. Do you know why, my pet? Because Togrutas are fascinating and hard to find. The mind of a Togruta is a true work of art, a treasure. It's like a puzzle, you see, my pet, and you're going to help me solve this puzzle today. Oh, how much fun we are going to have!"
Ahsoka let a low growl rumble in her throat. It wasn't loud, but Fat Man heard it.
"No need to be frightened or defensive, my pretty little pet. We're only going to have fun," Fat Man said, and when Ahsoka narrowed her eyes, he laughed. "Aren't you so adorable? You're like a tooka. And every pet tooka needs a name, doesn't she? I think I'll call you... Cliah. What a pretty little name for a pretty little pet."
Ahsoka wondered if she could move her feet enough to kick him. Or use the Force. She could use the Force. She must be really out of it if she hadn't thought of that yet.
Ahsoka tried to flick her wrist and call on the Force, but nothing was there. She scowled in confusion and frustration and tried again, but again it didn't work.
"No use trying, Cliah. That fun little collar around your neck stops you from using your precious little Force," Fat Man said. He smiled at her and it made her feel sick. "Are you ready?"
Fat Man moved the needle closer and closer to Ahsoka's head. Her eyes widened and she shook her head frantically. To her relief, Fat Man actually recoiled, clicking his tongue and shaking his head.
"Oh, Cliah, don't be afraid," Fat Man said. "It won't hurt that bad, my dear, and without it, how will we have our fun?"
Before Ahsoka could register what was happening, Fat Man thrust the needle toward Ahsoka and it slid into Ahsoka's tender lek. She squealed in pain and surprise and Fat Man laughed.
"Aren't you so adorable?"
The room around Ahsoka began to blur. Everything turned fuzzy and dizzy and Ahsoka's head spun. She felt like her head was a million pounds and it tilted on her neck uselessly. The white room turned all sorts of pastel shades, shining oddly, and suddenly everything seemed hilarious. She huffed out a laugh as well as she could in the muzzle.
"See how much fun we're going to have today?" Fat Man said.
Although Ahsoka felt like laughing for no reason in particular, she was not having fun. Her head hurt like no other and her heart was on fire.
"Now, let's see what's happening in that beautiful little mind of you, my pretty little Cliah."
Ahsoka felt a hot, white pain washing through her mind.
She screamed.
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"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, my dear Cliah," Fat Man whispered, running his hand over Ahsoka's montrals and down her lekku. She shook her head away from him, the tears streaming down her face as she sobbed as well as she could into her muzzle.
No, she wanted to stay. Get away from me! Don't touch me!
He was a monster. That's what the fat man was. A horrible, cruel monster.
"I hate to see you cry. You're pretty when you cry, my Cliah, but you're prettier when you don't cry. It makes me sad to see you cry, Cliah," Fat Man said. "How about we have a break, then we can continue having fun."
Ahsoka inhaled deeply through her muzzle. Maybe whatever Fat Man gave her earlier was wearing off, because she thought she was getting some of her sense back. What was she doing, sitting here crying? She had to do something!
Ahsoka looked back up at Fat Man, her watery eyes narrowing with determination. She quickly calculated the distance between Fat Man, kneeling in front of her, the length of the chain on her ankle, and her knee, which propped her up on the floor.
Before she could second guess herself, Ahsoka thrust her knee forward and hit the man right between the legs. He yelped and doubled over in pain, and Ahsoka kneed him again. Then again and again and again and as many times as she possibly could.
"Droids!" Fat Man screeched.
In an instant, the commando droids were pulling Fat Man away and one hit Ahsoka in the head so hard that it stunned her. She fell limp and focused very hard on not blacking out.
"Cliah," Fat Man breathed, his voice dangerously low. Ahsoka lifted her head when she could, taking in the sight of the already-bruised Fat Man glaring down at her. "I have been kind and lenient to you today, but you have misbehaved. I treated you well and let you have fun, but now you've been naughty. And do you know what happens to pets when they are naughty? No matter how pretty a pet is, she will always be punished."
Ahsoka's eyes widened. Kriff.
"Droids, take her to the torture chamber. She must be disciplined for her actions."
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Another scream ripped from Ahsoka's throat, drowned out by the muzzle, as a shock of electricity coursed through her.
"Fascinating, truly fascinating," Fat Man mused, tapping at his datapad. "Togrutas are truly wonderful, don't you agree, my pretty little pet? The way Togrutas respond to electricity is truly amazing. I wonder if it was the injection, though. Droids, move her to the table."
The commando droids took Ahsoka from the chains she'd been hanging from, her core exhausted and her shoulders aching. They strapped her to a cold, metal table.
Fat Man made his way over to her and pulled out a variety of sharp tools. He moved to see the skin exposed through the diamond cutouts in Ahsoka's leggings and grinned. "How about that, my dear Cliah? It's perfect. Let's see how you respond to this pain."
Ahsoka felt the knife cutting through her skin and she bit back her cries of pain. She had to stop letting Fat Man make her weak. Ahsoka tried to block out the feeling of the knife in her skin. She thought of Anakin, of Rex, of Fives and Echo and all the 501st troopers, then she thought of Obi-Wan, and of Cody...
Ahsoka began to cry again. She didn't know where Cody was. What if he had to go through this same thing? What if they killed him?
She cried harder.
So much for being strong.
Eventually, Fat Man unstrapped Ahsoka and the droids bound her wrists and ankles, rolling her to her side. Fat Man sat in a chair next to the table while she cried.
"I know, my dear Cliah. It hurts me more than it hurts you," Fat Man said, stroking one of her lekku gently with his wide palm. "I don't like hurting my pretty little pets, but I must discipline them. You see now, Cliah, you will never do that again, just because I've given you consequences."
You're kriffing wrong, Ahsoka thought. I'd do it a thousand more times. You deserved it.
"Let's go back to the lab."
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Ahsoka didn't know how much time she spent in the lab with Fat Man prodding at her, cutting her, and giving her a great array of injections, but she knew it was agonizing. It could've been hours, days, weeks, she didn't care.
All she could think was that it hurt and think that maybe Cody was going through the same thing. She was a kriffing Jedi. She should've been able to protect Cody!
Ahsoka had no tears left to cry. She felt shriveled up and almost numb. There was too much pain, but she felt like she was on ice. She was getting used to the pain.
"Oh my! I am tired now, aren't I?" Fat Man laughed at himself. "Oopsy, I almost gave you the wrong chemicals. That would've been bad. I could've killed you, and what a waste of a pretty little pet that would be!"
Ahsoka almost wished he would've given her the wrong chemicals.
"Cliah, my dear, I need to get something, but I'll be right back. Stay there, the droids will watch you, okay?" Fat Man smiled at her, then left the room.
Ahsoka was so tired. Her eyes were heavy and her head spun. She heard him leave and she wilted in her chains, hanging uselessly from them. She was done.
Ahsoka's vision slowly began to fade, along with her other senses. But then she heard something. She heard footsteps, clattering, banging, thudding, and voices. Familiar voices.
The chains holding Ahsoka up fell from the wall and Ahsoka tipped into a pair of strong arms, turning her over to look at the ceiling.
The ceiling, and so many faces that she knew.
The last thing she saw before her vision gave out was Anakin.
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Word Count: 1,989
Published: February 5, 2023
Yaaaayy, I did it! And it's kinda long, too, that's a plus!
I'll be back in a lil' bit.
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