Yes

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” the man snarled, his fingers tightening around her throat. Ahsoka’s vision swam, the edges darkening as she struggled to breathe. His face was inches from hers, his breath hot and rancid, his eyes wild with fury. “But you’re just a whore. And I’m going to make you regret this.”

Ahsoka’s hands clawed at his wrist, her nails digging into his skin, but he didn’t flinch. His grip only tightened further, cutting off what little air she had left. Panic surged through her, but beneath it, a spark of defiance ignited. She wasn’t going to die like this. She wasn’t going to let him win.

With a **** strength she didn’t know she had, Ahsoka brought her knee up sharply, driving it into his stomach. The man coughed, his grip loosening just enough for her to twist free. She stumbled back, gasping for air, her back pressing against the cold, unyielding wall of the dead end.

He recovered quickly, his lips curling into a feral grin as he stepped toward her. “You’re going to pay for that, little Togruta.”

Ahsoka’s mind raced. The corridor was a dead end. There were no doors, no windows, no way out—except for one. Her eyes flicked upward to the narrow ventilation grate in the ceiling. It was small, barely big enough for her to fit through, but it was her only chance.

The man lunged at her, his hands reaching for her throat again. Ahsoka ducked, slipping beneath his grasp, and leapt onto the bed that had been pushed against the wall. She used the momentum to spring upward, her fingers grasping the edge of the grate. With a **** yank, she pulled it free, the metal clattering to the floor.

“Oh no, you don’t!” the man growled, grabbing her ankle and yanking her back down. Ahsoka hit the bed hard, the breath knocked out of her. She kicked at him wildly, her heel connecting with his jaw. He stumbled backward, giving her just enough time to scramble back up.

She didn’t hesitate. Ahsoka leapt again, this time pulling herself into the ventilation shaft. The metal was cold and sharp against her bare skin, but she ignored the pain, crawling forward as fast as she could. Behind her, she heard the man’s enraged roar as he tried to follow, but he was too big to fit through the narrow opening.

“You can’t run forever!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the shaft. “I’ll find you, and when I do, you’ll beg for mercy!”

Ahsoka didn’t look back. She kept crawling, her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. The shaft was dark and cramped, barely illuminated by the faint light filtering through the grates below. She had no idea where it led, but anywhere was better than here.

Hours earlier, Ahsoka had been standing on the auction platform, her body exposed, her dignity stripped away. The crowd had jeered and cheered, their leering faces burned into her memory. The sensory probe had been the worst, its cold metal invading her, forcing pleasure upon her until she’d come apart in front of them. She’d never felt so powerless, so violated.

When the man had won the auction, her heart had sunk. He’d looked at her like she was nothing, like she was a thing for him to use and discard. He’d dragged her through the shadowy corridors of the auction house, his grip bruising, his voice filled with threats and promises of what he would do to her once they were alone.

And now, here she was, crawling through a ventilation shaft, her body battered and bruised but her spirit unbroken. She wasn’t going to let him break her. She wasn’t going to let him win.

The shaft twisted and turned, the air growing colder the further she went. Ahsoka’s arms and legs ached, but she pushed herself forward, knowing that stopping meant ****—or worse. Finally, she saw a faint light ahead, a grate that led to freedom. Her heart leapt as she crawled toward it, her fingers fumbling with the fastenings.

The grate fell away, and Ahsoka peered down into the room below. It was a storage area, filled with crates and boxes. She didn’t see anyone, so she dropped down, landing in a crouch on the cold floor. Her body trembled with exhaustion, but she **** herself to stand, to keep moving.

She found a pile of discarded clothes and quickly dressed, covering her body as best she could. The fabric was rough and ill-fitting, but it was better than nothing. Ahsoka’s mind raced as she looked for a way out. She needed to get off this planet, away from the auction house, away from him.

But as she crept toward the door, she heard footsteps approaching. Her heart leapt into her throat as the door swung open, revealing a guard. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw her, and he reached for his blaster.

Ahsoka didn’t hesitate. She lunged at him, her training taking over. Her fists were a blur of motion as she disarmed him, sending the blaster clattering to the floor. She grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him ****.

She didn’t stop to think. Ahsoka grabbed the blaster and ran, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear alarms blaring in the distance, the sound of footsteps echoing through the halls. They were looking for her. She had to move.

Ahsoka navigated the labyrinthine corridors, her instincts guiding her. She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew she had to get out. Finally, she found a door that led outside. The cool night air hit her face as she stepped out into the darkness, the city’s neon lights glowing in the distance.

But she wasn’t safe yet. The city was just as dangerous as the auction house, and she had no allies, no resources. She needed a plan, and she needed it fast. Ahsoka’s eyes scanned the area, looking for anything that could help her. She saw a speeder parked nearby, the keys still in the ignition.

She didn’t hesitate. Ahsoka jumped onto the speeder, her fingers gripping the handlebars. She twisted the throttle, and the speeder roared to life, the engine’s hum vibrating through her body. She shot forward, the wind whipping through her hair as she raced through the city streets.

Behind her, she heard the sound of engines, the unmistakable rumble of pursuit. Ahsoka glanced over her shoulder, her heart sinking as she saw three speeders closing in. The man’s voice echoed in her mind.

“You can’t escape me!”

Ahsoka’s grip tightened on the handlebars. She wasn’t going to let him win. She wasn’t going to let anyone win. She twisted the throttle harder, the speeder accelerating as she weaved through the traffic. The city became a blur of lights and sound, her pursuers hot on her tail.

She needed to lose them. She needed to disappear. But how? The city was a maze, and she had no idea where she was going. Her eyes darted around, looking for anything that could help her. And then she saw it—an alleyway, dark and narrow, barely wide enough for the speeder to fit through.

Ahsoka didn’t hesitate. She turned sharply, the speeder skidding as she plunged into the alley. The walls closed in around her, the sound of the engines fading as she disappeared into the shadows. She didn’t stop. She kept going, her heart pounding in her chest, the speeder’s engine a low growl in the darkness.

Finally, she emerged into a quiet courtyard, the city’s noise distant and muffled. Ahsoka slowed the speeder to a stop, her hands trembling as she turned off the engine. She could feel the adrenaline fading, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion. But she wasn’t safe yet. She needed to keep moving.

Ahsoka climbed off the speeder, her legs shaking as she walked away. She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew she couldn’t stop. Not until she was far away from here, far away from him. She glanced over her shoulder one last time, the darkness swallowing the city behind her.

And then she turned and disappeared into the night.