It had occurred to newly captured First Order prisoner Poe Dameron more then once in the past few minutes that perhaps he was rather screwed. Both he and Rey had managed to get dragged into an old styled tractor beam and slammed into a small, frigid cell, their only escape being the regular tortures tactics in attempt to pull information out of them. They had Rey now, undoubtedly pushing her past any boundary of pain most humans (sub-species or not) could endure. And Poe, despite his ever burning affection for her, was powerless in protecting her. Some boyfriend.
Think of the devil.
The two metal slabs making up a wall to their new home slithered apart from each other and Rey was chucked forcefully back into the metal floor, barely giving a whimper as she slammed into the ground. The doors met again.
Poe ignored the swollen pain of his legs and pulled himself over to his lover. She lay face down, her lithe body trembling and sending ripples through her muscles. Her once bronzy skin now was slivered open, crimson liquid drubbing from slashes that ran horizontally across her body. Flesh peeled back, so deep in some places Poe was able to see muscles.
They whipped her.
Whipping was extremely uncivilized and frowned upon in most circumstances, save a few prisons in the darker corners of Corellia. But it was painful, affective and if not treated, deadly.
"Hey, hey, hey, Rey baby, you with me?
Rey let out a soft moan, her nose still pressed into the floor.
Poe sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. He had nothing to clean or treat the new wounds opened over the entire back of her body. Not a drop of bacta, not even a standard wrap bandage. He looked over the empty cell, finding nothing but a now dried watery pool of Rey's bile, something that had escaped her system after a particularly painful interrogation session.
Poe let out a soft breath and looked over his person. He pulled his shirt from the upper half of his body and tore at the hem, taking a long strip of fabric with him.
"Hey, little Jedi I think it'd be better if you turned on you side."
She simply whimpered.
He sighed and placed a hand delicately on the small of her waist, tugging her towards him.
A regrettable choice. The whip's kisses immediately pulled more of her skin open, so that they now tore into her side. Rey cried out at the sensation, burying her chin into her neck.
The pilot let out a frustrated groan and peppered kisses down Rey's temples if only to soothe the hurting. Well, at least she was on her side.
He examined the cuts a little closer, discouraged by the rivers cut into her skin. Her blood was beginning to puddle on the metal floor.
Poe tore at the strip he had, creating smaller but more plentiful pieces of fabric. He had a choice to make.
He could leave her on the floor in hope that her lashings would not worsen, or her could move her to the platform in the corner, one that was supposed to suffice for a bed. The platform itself was elevated only about six inches off the ground, and was made of a tough rubber. Not much better then the floor but it didn't drop to such a low temperature and had the smallest bit of give, something more suitable for her injuries. Moving her would risk opening her wounds even further, a risk he may not be willing to take.
Well, the rebellion hadn't survived by sitting around. They had to take risks, if it would give a better affect.
His hands trembled slightly, and he placed the bits of shirt into her rivets of blood, praying to whatever divine being was listening that his shirt wouldn't cause infection. Poe attempted to block out Rey's soft cries as the material met flesh. If she slept, which is what he was counting on the bed to improve, she could do some Force trick and close her own wounds. But she couldn't even open her eyes fully, so the resistance fighter was on his own.
Making up his mind, the man slid an arm under her legs, and another under her shoulders. Ignoring the burning in his legs so painful it brought mist to his eyes (Hux had been creative with the idea of electrocuting his limbs) he pulled Rey up from the ground and lopsidedly limped her to the "bed".
As gentle as he would be with a newborn Yavin link kitten, he lay the Force-sensitive female down, pleased that he had managed to keep her injury from worsening. Almost immediately her crying slowed to a stop and she began breathing steadily, slowly.
Poe breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.
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It was the hiss of the door that pulled him from his light sleep. He cracked an eye open to see the sterile armor of 'troopers as they hurriedly dropped a black vase and a pair of dry-appearing rolls into the cell, scurrying back and slamming the door like their hair was on fire. Poe grinned at the idea that Rey's little incident from yesterday's morning feeding had spread throughout the troops. (She claimed it was easier to bite off a finger then one would think)
Not that she'd have another opportunity anytime soon.
He dragged the stale bread and the vase of water towards himself and Rey. This was all they would have to eat for the day (how ironic that it was bread and water), but it wasn't as if it stayed very long in their systems. The attempts to get information out of them managed to force food back up.
The pilot pulled at the bread, tearing off little bits and dunking them in the vase. He brought them to the lips of Rey, who was half conscious. She had managed to pull her wounds closed with the help of her all powerful Force, but she was still in pain and at serious risk with what appeared to be a rising fever.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as she chewed the soggy bread between her teeth. At least she was eating something.
Choosing to push his luck further, he brought the vase to her lips and tipped water back into her mouth, which she swallowed in small gulps that progressively got larger and more fervent the more she realized her dehydration. After draining about half of the vase, Rey pushed it away and drifted back to a soft sleep. Poe himself took a swig of the water, frowning at it's lukewarm staleness. He wouldn't be surprised if they just started feeding them water out of the trash compactor.
Lastly, Poe arranged the remaining roll and the vase directly beside Rey for when she woke, as he doubted he'd be present. It was his day to be tortured, something he was patiently awaiting. They had the smallest bit of mercy to give each a day between interrogation, but that was likely because Kylo Ren had demanded they remained alive and pumping their prisoners with poison to weaken them probably couldn't happen daily without killing them. A lovely thought, to be certain.
As suspected, the cell was accessed about twenty standard minutes after they had been fed. Leia's favorite pilot lifted his eyes to calmly meet the unfeeling masks of two stormtroopers and low and behold, Kylo Ren himself.
"Well hello gentleman." Poe started, attempting to appear cool and comfortable. "Where's your favorite ginger puppy Ren?"
Maybe that was pushing it a bit far.
Poe winced at the prodding that poked at the edges of his mind. Letting his eye close, he imagined a blank piece of flimsy, just as Rey had taught him.
Ren scoffed but kicked at the doorframe in slight frustration.
"Mature." Poe attempted to hide his smile.
Kylo Ren tried one of the most basic attempts for what felt like the millionth time.
"Where is the resistance hidden?"
Poe gave him the "heartthrob" grin (Leia dubbed it after he managed to knock three women unconscious with a gleam of the teeth).
"Fuck you"
He spit for better affect, and managed to hit a glove.
Hey, maybe he could count it as target practice.
Too bad he didn't hit the bastard's face.
Poe turned to see Rey roll slightly off the pad, just enough to glare at Kylo Ren.
"Fuck you."
This brought an even larger grin to Poe's face.
"Already said it baby Jedi."
Rey mirrored his grin, her eyes only for him. Poe felt liquid joy dribble into his mind, simply from seeing Rey stable again. God, she practically had him wrapped around her pinky finger.
Kylo Ren coughed aggressively and waved a hand to nudge the stormtroopers forward. They each moved towards both he and Rey, something Poe was not ready for. They usually only took one a day. While Rey was certainly appearing healthier, she was in no condition for more torture. It may break her, Force or no Force.
He instinctively moved in between her and their offenders, shielding her with his arms spread. One stormtrooper simply knocked the side of his head with the butt of his blaster. Spots shook in Poe's eyes, causing him to stumble to the side, leaving Rey vulnerable. A white-clad man managed to pin her arms behind her, despite her snarling and biting at him. One of her legs that seemed to go one for miles was clamped between his legs, preventing her from fleeing. Poe simply allowed restraints to be clipped to his wrists, locking his future down with a soft click. The pilot lagged behind Ren while Rey kicked and practically had to be carried down the hallway. At least she was lucid enough to fight.
They ended their little parade in a dull black room. Not much different from their cell, with the exception of some rather intimidating objects of mass pain. This would be fun.