"You Know I can Take Whatever I Want"
Rey stared at his face for the first time. The industrial lighting of the cell glinted in his black eyes, expressive, like his mother. Time seemed to stand still as they stared at each other. For those few, peaceful moments Kylo Ren and Rey were not enemies, just two individuals regarding one another.
Her heart began to pound, time caught up with her and she tore her gaze away. Every step he took towards her made her itch to escape. Don't come closer, don't - she pleaded internally, struggling in the restraints. He stopped less than a foot away, his eyes burning a hole in her face.
"Tell me about the droid."
Rey rattled off some hardware facts she knew he didn't care about. He interrupted her, mentioning that he had some of the map from it already. She couldn't focus on everything he was saying, his presence was distracting to her. Not fear, like Kylo would have preferred, but something else. A light at the end of a long dark hallway, in one of those dreams where you can only walk like you're trudging through molasses. The kind where the light gets a little farther away every few steps you manage to take.
"- Somehow you convinced the droid to show it to you. You. A scavenger."
Unable to go anywhere, all Rey shot him a hateful glare, but more pain showed through than she intended. If this was her last stance, she'd go down fighting him however she could.
"You know I can take whatever I want."
A tide gushed from her stomach to her chest and simmered in her fingers, washing away her trepidation. She could feel her pulse, pounding faster in her neck. Rey suddenly couldn't take her eyes off of him. A fading voice in the back of her mind screamed at her to fight it, but it was a whisper in the crowd.
Kylo paused, regarding her for a moment as though he pressed a pause button for only a second. "Don't be afraid, I feel it, too."
His hand came and gently brushed the side of her face, bringing another flurry from her core. She recoiled from the prickly sensation of his invisible probing in her temple.
A memory was pulled to the front of her mind. On Jakku she had sold her virginity to a passing pilot named Grifthe. He made small talk after catching her collect some portions. He made her laugh. That was a rare trait to find in any Jakku inhabitant, or even the sparse visitors. After they had spent the day chatting, come nightfall she had offered it, intending to hitch a ride off of the desert planet. She crammed herself into a stowaway compartment before he woke up the following morning. He had caught her when, of all things, she sneezed. He kicked her off of his ship, but not before telling her that if she had simply asked, he would have taken her anywhere.
"That's interesting," Kylo Ren smirked.
"Get out of my head." Rey gasped. A bead of sweat trickled from her scalp down the back of her shirt. His curiosity was peaked, burning. A stern voice in the back of his head chastised this had nothing to do with the map. This is a vulnerable memory for her, he reasoned. I can exploit it.
The sex was alright, she supposed, considering that she didn't have anything to compare it to. He was kind to her at least. Caressing her stomach and thighs, taking his time before gently taking off her clothes. He was so good with his hands, the way he touched her and seemed to read her body, knowing what to do and how to do it to feel even better than she did when she was alone. Rey considered that he must have been with many women. All the while, he asked her if she was okay and encouraged her to speak up if something wasn't right.
Rey tried to imagine a metal door to shut Kylo Ren out. "Stop, please."
Kylo Ren was grinning sadistically, the force of his invasion threw her head back into the restraint.
"Not many women get such a good first time. You should count yourself lucky."
Rey squeezed her eyes shut.
She was back on that thin mattress, under the pilot's body while he pumped into her. Her hands rested awkwardly on his waist, feeling lost in uncertainty, not knowing what to do or how to do it, lost and aimlessly floating along the waves of pleasure. Something started building within her, but she never hit the peak of it. As Grifthe came, he lifted his body and looked down into her eyes.
But she didn't see Grifthe's kind face.
It was Kylo's.
Rey screamed, bursting out of the memory like forcing herself from a dream, eyes wide, tears streaming down her face, leaning forward, pulling on the chains that held her. How dare he corrupt her past, her memories like that. As if invading upon such a private memory was detestable enough, inserting himself into one, such an intimate was taking the violation to a whole new level.
She clung to that reasoning, that encroachment to hide the dark, sinking truth she couldn't admit to herself.
"You put that there." She spat, half in hate and half in hurt.
Kylo's lips twitched into a smirk at the corners. "If I wanted to waste my time with you, it wouldn't be anything like that." He shamelessly looked over her body, slowly, like she was a piece of meat on display. As though he was considering it. Implying that it wouldn't be considerate or gentle - rough. She couldn't help but think of what that would be. Right now?
That's how it would have to be, she thought. I would never let him and he knows it. He'd have to take it... take me. I'll scream. I'll scream so loud I'll make his ears bleed, I'll-
Rey flinched as he grabbed her jaw in his hand and leaned forward until his face was an inch from hers. She locked eyes with him, holding her ground. Terrified. Do it. Do it and get it over with. Give me one more reason to hate you, one more excuse to bludgeon my staff over your skull.
An image of him kissing her came flooding into her mind. How their lips would feel against each other. Her hate and fear melted away, filling her with warm, comforting darkness. The restraints that held her vanished in the vision and her fingers tangled into his black hair, pulling him closer to her. When he couldn't get closer she wrapped her legs around his, insatiable...
Kylo's hand dropped from her jaw and he stormed away from her. The soothing sensation ripped out from her chest, painful. Like he had torn it right out of her soul. She stared, bewildered, at his back. He was shaking. He's getting angry and impatient, now.
Those thoughts couldn't have been hers. Her lips prickled, a phantom sensation from the image.
