Chapter 5
by 
Yelawolf
What happens next to our lovely Ahsoka?
She get a taught a lesson in submission
The male Zygerrian slaver dragged Ahsoka through the damp corridors, his laughter echoing off the stones as she stumbled to keep pace. The collar's cruel embrace was a constant reminder of her captivity. Her thoughts swirled with anger and fear, but she knew she had to maintain her composure. The fate of the kidnapped colonists and her fellow Jedi depended on it.
"Where are you taking me?" Ahsoka demanded, trying to keep the tremor from her voice.
The slaver only smirked, his grip tightening. "To your new home, little Togruta. A place where you'll learn your place." He shoved her into a small, dank cell, the door slamming shut with a finality that sent a shiver down her spine. The floor was slick with what she hoped was only condensation, and the scent of fear and despair hung in the stale air. The only light came from a small, barred window high above, casting a feeble beam that barely illuminated the space.
After a day without food, her captor return with food in a small red bowl. It resemble a pet bowl, and she felt the urge to throw it across the room. But she was Jedi, she knew better than to let anger cloud her judgment. Instead, she took the bowl with shaking hands, eyeing the grey, lumpy substance with suspicion. It was the first thing she had been given since her capture, and she knew she had to maintain her strength if she was to escape.
"Eat up jedi. I don't want my prize getting too weak." The slaver chuckled darkly as he watched Ahsoka tentatively poke at the food with her finger. The smell was rancid, but hunger gnawed at her stomach.
She didn't know if she could stomach the foul-smelling slop, but the need to survive won out over pride. Ahsoka took a deep breath, steeled herself, and brought a spoonful to her mouth. It was like eating a paste made from rotted meat and stale bread, but she **** it down, telling herself it was sustenance. Her stomach rebelled at first, but she managed to keep it down, taking small, measured bites. Each swallow felt like a betrayal of her Jedi vows, but she knew she needed her strength for the trials ahead.