“My new pet”

He had an evil, angry look on his face. She suddenly felt more scared than at any time in her life before. The man stood, releasing her sore chin.

Ahsoka squeaked, "Do you know who my Master is, dickhead? He's not a man to cross."

He gave a harsh laugh, and replied, sarcastically, "Yeah, I know who your master is.”

**** by then, she spat, "You're never going to get away with this. Anakin would never let this slide. Do you think he's just going to stand by while you lock me up here?"

The man never took his eyes off her as the restraints gave way, leaving her on the ground . Then he walked to the edge of the room and began to undo the belt of his black pants.

It was obvious from the look on his face what he intended. Ahsoka scrambled backwards, pressing herself against the cold bedstead, and hissed, "Don't you dare fucking touch me."

He grabbed her ankles and pulled her flat on the floor. Ahsoka shivered as he held one of her feet, stroked the sole with the palm of his hand. Grinning, he said "Or what?"