Physical torture had limits. For that matter, so did spiritual and mental torture. At a certain point, everyone breaks. Blett was just one of many disposable guards for Jabba's Palace. He didn't last very long.
"So fucking evil."
With glowing sparks on his fingertips Asmodeus grabbed that nasty scorched head and peered deep into the bastard's fractured memories. Even bits and pieces disgusted him. It was no wonder that Sarry was always so irritable.
"You don't need that anymore!"
When he noticed the bulge in that soiled loincloth, Asmodeus took a few steps back, then reached out with his right hand and squeezed tight! Blett squealed and screamed as his engorged genitals were completely crushed into paste!
Once its mind was overcome by the pain, the images that flowed into the boy's mind changed from rape porn to something a little more wholesome. The reason why he was sacrificed to the Sarlacc by Jabba.
"It's kind of ironic. Even a piece of shit like you isn't pure evil."
There was a little girl. A mixed breed child. The girl had green skin and a pig-like face, but had a skinny body and long head tails like her mother. Jabba wanted to sell her to one of his more 'gluttonous' relatives, but Blett used the money he saved up to hire a Bounty Hunter to escort the girl to a relatively safer world: Coruscant. He wasn't the only person involved, because a few of the Gamorrean Guards had raped the Twi'lek countless times. Some of them didn't care either way, but there were still a few that loved their kin.
Blett was the only survivor, since another one was fed to the Rancor and a third died fighting the other guards.
"Unfortunately, doing one good deed in a life full of sin and villainy doesn't really even shit out. I'm a fucking Pureblood Sith and I'm much closer to the Light Side than you scumbags!"
Asmodeus shouted as Sarry released her tentacles. Then he held up his left hand to Force Choke the Gammorean, while the right reached out and used the Force to tear out one eyeball after the other! Although he couldn't really see much of anything in the first place, the pain and fear caused by losing your eyes is definitely on the same level as losing a dick. Then he tried ripping out the eardrums, but it didn't really seem to work that way.
"Weird… It's probably not impossible, but I'm just not that skilled yet. I'll need more practice."
Instead of pulling the insides outside of the body, it was far easier to just crush things. The Force seemed to make the air so dense that it became solid, slowly pressing inward on the man who desperately attempted to flail his arms or legs around. In the end, all the air was forced out of his lungs, then his blood and mulched organs were also squeezed out like paste!
"I'm kinda amazed you're still alive like this! But don't worry. The games are over. I'm not as perverted as you fuckers after all."
*Tssstssshhssstttssshhhhssssou~!* The purple Force Lightning made a terribly high-pitched and deafeningly loud noise as it quickly fried what was left of that Gamorrean's body!
"Phew~! Hahaha~! I feel a lot better now, don't you, Sarry?"
*Oiiieeeeeooiiieeee~!*
Some tentacles wiggled around and started picking up the nice cooked meat, dragging it down deeper into the body for quicker digestion. She really was in a good mood. Normally she wouldn't waste so many nutrients when she could slowly devour it over the course of several weeks or months.
"Welp, it's still early today! Let's go see what other treasures we can find in your belly! Heheh~! What're the odds that there's a lightsaber around here somewhere? I mean, you're practically older than the Infinite Empire! There must've been plenty of silly Force Users who fell into your mouth over the years!"
*Oiiieeeiii~!*
"I know you probably spit a lot of them out, but even if they didn't get eaten, they might have lost their lightsabers, right? Aside from that, there are plenty of people who 'have' lightsabers but aren't necessarily able to use them."
Just like Asmodeus, the Force Users in the past were often able to chat and communicate with Sarry. Maybe not to the extent of the crazy boy, but at the very least, they might be able to persuade or manipulate their way to safety.