Starkiller Base, 34 ABY

Rey awoke with a jolt, gasping for breath and struggling futilely against the restraints that bound her to the table. Her mind reeled as she recalled her capture by Kylo Ren, the demonstration of his abilities with the Force, how powerless she had been to do anything against him....

A chill ran up her spine as she realized she was not alone. Rey raised her chin defiantly and did her best to hide the fearful tremble in her voice as she spoke.

"Where am I?"

"You're my guest." Kylo Ren replied in his distorted voice, from behind his cold, emotionless mask. The self-proclaimed Dark Lord of the Sith stood calmly across from the captured junkrat, staring back into her combative gaze, unmoving and unfeeling.

"Where are the others?" Rey pressed.

"You mean the murderers, traitors, and thieves you call friends?" Kylo retorted snidely. "You'll be relieved to hear I have no idea." He admitted, and for some unknown reason Rey believed him.

"You still want to kill me." Kylo stated, tilting his head slightly to the side with curiosity, as though he were contemplating some puzzle.

"That happens when you're being hunted by a creature in a mask." Rey hissed back, feeling the burning anger build in her chest. As the words left her lips, she felt the energy in the room shift as her captor began to reach his gloved hands up to the switches on the sides of his mask. The helmet hissed and whirred as it opened, and a second later Kylo Ren lifted the mask up and off, revealing a surprisingly handsome countenance underneath.

Ren's expression is stoic and deadpan as he regards his captive face to face, slowly walking forward to close the distance between them. He slams the mask down into a bin of ashes as he approaches, the intensity of which gives a small indication to the burning rage that dominated the young man's psyche.

"Tell me about the droid." Ren ordered calmly, his tone not at all reflecting the turbulence Rey could feel whirling inside him.

"He's a BB Unit with a selenium drive and a thermal hyperscan vindicator--" Rey started to rattle off, deciding to maliciously comply with her kidnapper's demands.

"He's carrying a section of a navigational chart. And we have the rest." Kylo interrupted, betraying his growing frustration. "Recovered from the archives of the Empire... but we need the last piece. And somehow you convinced the droid to show it to you." He continued, sounding almost impressed. "You. A scavenger." The First Order leader was regarding her with contemplative curiosity yet again, and perhaps... something more?

"You know I can take whatever I want." Kylo said softly, the gentleness of his voice only adding to the menace of his words. Reaching out with the Force, he leaned down and stares deeply into her eyes as he begins to push his way into her mind. Rey's eyes go wide with terror and she recoils away from him as much as her bindings will allow, feeling the creeping tendrils probe their way into her brain. Sorting through her memories, selecting and viewing them as he wished, sampling all her private and intimate moments at his leisure.

"You're so lonely." Kylo taunted quietly, a soft smile forming on his lips as he dug deeper into her mind. Rey's cheeks began to burn with shame and tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she shared recollections with him of moments only she should be privy to. Each and every rare and overindulged bath on Jakku where Rey spent as long as she could making sure she got every grain of sand out of every crook and curve, or the many long, cold nights in her bunk she'd spent under the covers exploring her body.

"Get out of my head, please..." She begged, no longer feigning bravery and hostility as Kylo forced her to reveal all her most private thoughts and every fantasy she'd ever had with him.

"Oh, we're just getting started..." Kylo replied with a cruel smile, forcing his way even deeper into her mind. "I'm going to break your mind, body, and spirit, and you're going to thank me for it."

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