Chapter 4
by 
Yelawolf
Where are you?
Alt. A different ending to a past adventure
Ahsoka Tano's eyes darted around the dimly lit chamber, her heart racing. The Zygerrian slaver had her by the arm, his grip firm and unyielding. The sharp metallic click of the shock collar around her neck sent a shiver down her spine, a stark reminder of her new reality.
"Don't struggle," the man hissed, his breath hot against her ear. "You're no one here."
Ahsoka's stomach churned with defiance. Her training with the Jedi Order had taught her to keep her emotions in check, but fear and anger bubbled just beneath the surface. She felt the cold metal of the collar tighten around her neck, the slight pinch of its teeth against her skin. The room was alive with the murmurs of other Zygerrians, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent. The walls were lined with various instruments of torment and control, a grim testament to their trade.
Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, her fellow Jedi, were somewhere in this labyrinthine fortress, also captives of the vile Queen Miraj. Her thoughts strayed to them, hoping they were safe, that they hadn't succumbed to the same fate. The mission to find the missing colonists was critical, and she knew that as a Padawan, her role was pivotal. But she had never felt so helpless, so far removed from the order and discipline of the Jedi Temple.
He click a button bringing the collar to life and a jolt of electricity coursed through Ahsoka's body, making her muscles spasm and her eyes water. The pain was intense but brief, leaving a lingering ache in its wake. The message was clear: resistance would not be tolerated. The slaver tugged at her arm again, and she had **** but to follow.
The corridor outside was cold and unforgiving, with a dampness that seemed to seep into her very bones. Ahsoka took in her surroundings, noting the heavy doors with their complex locking mechanisms, the flickering torches casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. The sound of distant cries and the clank of chains echoed through the fortress, a grim symphony of despair.
"Ready to be a good ****?" The slaver sneered, his eyes lingering on the collar that now marked her as property. Ahsoka gritted her teeth, the taste of copper filling her mouth as she resisted the urge to lash out. She had to keep her cool, had to find a way to escape and warn the others.