SW: Ahsoka
Added 2025-06-13 06:33:24 +0000 UTCTaunts his new jedi pet
He couldn't resist the urge to taunt his new Jedi pet. "You're going to make quite the prize," the slaver sneered, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of Ahsoka's vulnerable state. He reached out, his hand hovering just above her shoulder. "But first, let's make sure you're in the right condition for the market."
Ahsoka flinched, stepping back slightly, but her legs felt like jelly, and she knew she couldn't evade him for long.
The slaver's chuckle grew louder, his eyes darkening as he took in her barely contained fear. "Don't worry," he said, his voice a mockery of comfort. "I'll make sure you're well-prepared for your future buyers."
Ahsoka's jaw clenched, but she had to focus her thoughts. The additive was a prison, but she was still a Jedi. She searched within herself for the strength of the Force, the bond that had guided her through countless battles. It was faint, obscured by the drug's influence, but it was there.
Does Ahsoka overcome the additive?
