Rey was levitating in space.

A single strand of dark blonde hair dropped down her face, wicking moisture off her cheeks and forehead. All of the rubber bands and ribbons she held her hair up with were torn off, leaving her coif messy and unkempt. Still, since she was on her back, her hair cascaded down to the ground and was held back from her face by the mask that prevented her from seeing her whereabouts. She was suspended mid-air, barely clothed with her dirty cloth shawl that covered her body in the most important places, clinging to her sweating flesh. She didn't feel her weight at all, as if the gravity was switched off. Floating a complete silence was simultaneously unnerving and peaceful. She felt paused, as if even her system temporarily decided to stop pumping blood through her veins, digesting her last meal, producing bone marrow. Time was null and void, unimaginable, abstract. She wasn't sure how much time passed since she woke up in darkness, held up horizontally by some unknown force.

She waited. Falling in and out of sleep deep like the dungeons of the city in the clouds she once saw in her dream. A fleeting feeling of being touched visited her mind for a few seconds just to die off in the hungry abyss of her soul. She was empty, like a vessel waiting to be filled.

When Kylo Ren brought her to Snoke like a hecatomb, a lamb for slaughter, there were so many emotions in her. Fear. Anger. Disgust. Hopelessness. All of that vanished once she refused to rule Galaxy before the dark-haired Kylo, who defeated Snoke after being manipulated for so many years. He could kill her but abstained from that. She refused to become the dark queen of the emotionally driven son of Leia's, refused to become what his grandfather wanted his grandmother to become.

Stupid, weak creature.

What?

Rey shook her head suddenly as if trying to shake off a fly that lands on a cheek.

That was not me.

Yes, it was me.

Padme Amidala was a weak creature of weak constitution and weak flesh. She never deserved the power. She never was to become the dark queen I could be.

The powerful darkness that Rey's mind bathed in became thick and sticky. It wasn't peaceful and cosy like it felt mere minutes ago, now it was suffocating, aggressive, trying to grow into her soul. Writhed like poison ivy, ambushed and gave the last pieces of Rey's clarity a hug of death. The young woman tried to wriggle out this weird veil of dangerous cosiness, but it was futile. Warm, almost wet blanket of abyss covered her like a wave of sun-heated water of the lake. Resistance was just too much for her weakened body. She became still.

I can be so much more.

This time Rey listened to her own thoughts more carefully. If they even were her own thoughts. Blasphemous, wrongful, they did not sound like a product of her psyche.

Is it me?

Yes.

Rey blinked underneath her mask. She heard her eyelashes scratching against the fabric.

Who am I?

You are Rey of Jakku.

Am I going crazy? Am I senile?

Answering your own question is a sign of a healthy and engaged mind.

Rey's breathing became shallow and laboured. Droplets of sweat ran down her forehead before she felt them being drawn away by some unknown force. Delicate cloth of her shawl must have become transparent, as Rey was perspiring profusely. Dark and warm abyss retracted briefly, allowing the girl to mentally regroup.

Why do I hear myself this way?

She waited for an answer. This time it did not come at once.

You have been suspended in time and space by Kylo Ren.

Blood boiled in Rey's veins at once and mind flashed with a white-hot splash of fury. Kylo Ren trapped her. The warm darkness that shrouded her body was the feeling of the Force gliding across her skin, trying to enter her. Abyss momentarily came back at this realization, cloaking her in a thick, heavy cloud of darkness. Fear appeared, fighting with the dark matter, filling her with an icy cold silent scream. Two forced fought for a second, and Rey felt how her inner monologue became louder and louder each time the frozen tendrils of fear defeated a smoky wisp of the abyss.

stronger stronger stronger stronger stronger stronger stronger stronger

What exactly are you stronger than? Your own desires, feelings?

Rey was weak. Her muscles hurt, she felt her strength leave her. Darkness was seducing her, inviting and warm. Fear fought still for a while, but it was weaker and weaker and the abyss preyed upon it, leaving orphaned strands of icy smudges until the cold was completely gone.

Come, child. You are tired and the rest is at your fingertips.

Thick like molasses, the abyss held her like a loving mother rocking her firstborn to sleep. Rey was ready to give up. Everything in her body hurt, screamed for relief. She flexed one more time like a fish left in the sand and gave away. Her mind was instantly filled with warmth and cosiness, assured of safety and comfort. Her eyelids fluttered.

You are safe.

If it is dying, Rey thought suddenly, it feels very good. Like going to bed after a long day. The death was apparently happy to see her and welcomed her. Her body felt simultaneously light and heavy, warming up, pulsating. She felt peaceful yet powerful.

Too powerful. To be completely honest, Rey never felt so powerful in her life. Her limbs were scorching with an itch to flex and grab onto something, shoot out like an attacking sand snake. Meeting of her thighs burned, so did her heart. She was burning up.

STOP

Rey moved her head around, trying to locate the voice. It was not within her anymore.

STOP RIGHT NOW

She suddenly felt the abyss fly away, revealing her surroundings. She had a mask on her eyes still but was able to sense what was around her. The feeling of being semi-naked hit her and she crossed her hands on her chest instinctively. Her thighs were pressed together as if she waited for the attack. The mask was torn off her face.

Kylo Ren, red with fury and in his black, glossy jumpsuit, was standing right beside her, panting. His teeth were bare, and he was breathing heavily and loudly. She was floating in a bluish cloud of Force in the middle of what looked like a sleeping chamber.

'Do not' he said, licking his dry, chapped lips, 'do not do that again.'

Rey shifted uncomfortably, trying to shield her breasts and maidenhood from his gaze. His eyes were transfixed on hers, not registering anything else.

'You wench. You absolute Jedi wench.' He grasped one end of her dirty shawl and wrapped her into it more tightly, making her more modest. 'You are the filth that crawls through the Galaxy.' The girl gasped as his hands brushed her collarbone and grabbed her neck. 'Do not make me upset.'

Rey was shocked and fearful, not knowing what exactly transpired. What was the scorching force she felt? What energy made her so powerful?

'I- I don't understand' she uttered and furious Kylo scanned her face ' what did you do to me? Where am I?'

Ren never acknowledged her last question, instead, he shook her like an undisciplined puppy.

'You really think pretending to be an innocent temple girl is going to work on me? You are a Jedi, master of manipulations of all kinds and flavours. You know what you have done!' He spat in her face, making her shook her head in disgust. He pressed his body against her, dragging her a few feet lower. Shocked, she felt a bulge in his pants pressing against her belly.

Rey wasn't a very friendly person, and she did not have many girl friends of any race. She knew the technicalities of sex, but never ventured into the world of physical affection as she never felt the desire to do so. She never felt the pang of desire the woman in the Jakkoan pitiful excuse for tavern described as what made her so broad in the hips and laying eggs every full moon. She was always accompanied by a horde of children fighting for toys and screaming at each other

Yet Rey recognized now perfectly what was the dangerous hardness that Ren was rubbing against her body. She tried to wiggle away.

'You think you can turn my own emotions against me?' he asked slightly more calmly, letting out small pants between words.'You think you can acquire power from my own desires and wants?'

Sudden realization shocked Rey. The soft voice she heard was Kylo's mind, penetrating her psyche, emanating his desire for her and making her feel just how much he wants her. The amount of energy he burnt through trying to hide his hunger fed her and made her powerful beyond what she imagined. His desire fueled her body to awaken and show her what made other women succumb to men.

He essentially gave away part of his control and submitted himself to her. She shivered at the thought and forced herself to look him in the eye.

'All that happened is you giving up on fighting with yourself' Rey snarked, eyes burning with anger. 'Don't blame me for what you did on your own.'

Ren yelled hoarsely and slapped her in the face. Force of the impact threw he a few feet away, but he jumped right back to her and shook her by the arms. 'If it wasn't for me Snoke would have had you killed and desecrated, you stupid whore!'. He slapped her again. Rey's head bobbed like an apple in water.

Kylo Ren unbuckled his belt and grabbed one of Rey's hips, bruising her skin. 'Do you want me to lose control'?' he asked, voice trembling with anger. ' Do you want me to take what will be rightfully mine after you send me off the edge?'. Girl's lip bled where Kylo's hand cut it open. Rey looked up with fear. She knew what he meant and it sent lashes of cold fear down her spine.

'No' she blurted, trying to shift away from him. 'No, please don't, no.' Tears were streaming now down her face. 'Kylo, there is good in you, please don't-'

'ENOUGH WITH THE GOOD TALK!' Ren's voice echoed so powerfully that Rey's back hit the wall behind her and she fell to her knees on the floor. The man dragged her up and forced to stand down. 'I am not good, there is no good, there is only manipulation and people who are better or worse in it.' His face was dangerously close to hers. She wobbled on her feet trying to regain composure. Rey was not sure what to do, so she let go and let the Force guide her.

'Show me' she said, biting her lower lip with anxiety. Ren furrowed his brow.

'Show you what?' Kylo Ren inquired, looking girl's face with real interest. He caressed her now reddening face with his thumb. Rey's lip trembled. She whisked one of the loose strands of her hair behind her ear.

'Show me what that is that you feel.' She quipped, gasping for air. 'I don't know what that is.'

Ren looked at her with bewilderment. Rey withstood his gaze.

'You were never with a man?' Kylo asked, not hiding his surprise. The girl shook her head. He studied her face for a while. She shrugged, a little more comfortable now that she piqued his interest.

'Never' she confirmed. 'Never wanted to.'

Kylo Ren tilted his head, trying to figure out her statement. 'Do you prefer the company of women?' he asked, nodding a little. Rey thought for a few seconds and shook her head again.

'I don't know. I ever felt anything that would make me want... someone'.

Ren sighed and turned his back to her. Rey, surprised, stayed in her place, afraid to move. Suddenly Kylo started to laugh maniacally and threw his arms in the air. The girl gasped, scared, and bit her fingernail.

'You stupid blank slates' Ren bellowed, half smiling, half mad. 'You thoughtless sheep. Jedi, the sacrificial fools that renounce desire, the only force that makes the world go round. Do you know, what made my grandfather great? It was not being a monk or a vestal virgin, it was acceptance of his needs and instincts.' He stepped towards frightened Rey. ' What do you think makes men want to go to war? It's not honourable death or honour at all. It's not treasures or money, it's the desire to find solace between women's legs as they come back! It is the willingness to find relief from the hunger they feel It's the feeling of joy we get from thrusting into the warm flesh of a woman's body!

Rey shook and rocked, scared to death by Ren's screams. She never felt this much fear, never met a danger fueled by such a dark force, not even Snoke's slicky presence and a promise of death made her scared so much.

'Peace is a lie. There is only Passion.' Kylo Ren quoted quietly, looking down at the whimpering mess of a Jedi padawan. Rey cried uncontrollably. 'Through Passion, I gain Strength' he said, walking a step further. He sat on the floor in front of her and reached out to her. 'Through Strength, I gain Power.' Kylo whispered tracing his fingers along Rey's small breast that was clearly visible under thin cloth of the shawl. She whimpered and hissed. His brows furrowed. 'Do you know the rest of the words, Rey?' Kylo asked softly, removing his hand. Young Jedi blinked away the tears and sniffed. 'Through Power, I gain Victory.' she quipped, sobbing. Ren nodded, encouraging her to go on. "Through Victory my chains are Broken." she finished, bursting again into tears. Kylo delicately stroked her head and lifted her chin with two fingers.

'The Force shall free you, girl.' He looked her in the eye and smiled. 'Do you want it to?'

Rey was restless, scared, sobbing and wet with tears. She was alone. She had nothing to lose, but loads and loads to gain. Like her freedom.

'Yes,' she consented, licking her lips. Kylo Ren beamed at her, closed his eyes, and reached out his hand. She shivered, unsure what to do.

'Give me your saber hand' Ren asked in a soft voice. 'I will show you what makes the world continue.'

'Isn't it a lie?' she asked, shifting slightly. She was cold. 'Isn't succumbing to desire just a lie that satisfies you for minutes?'. Ren shook his head in slight disbelief and dropped his hand, smiling slightly. 'No, Rey' he said calmly. 'Succumbing to desire is what fuels you to go on. It is a promise that you can call a lie, but a lie that turns out to be very beautiful and empowering vision.'

Rey breathed heavily as she leaned towards Ren 'So tell me one beautiful lie.' she whispered and locked her lips onto his, unsure what exactly she is gambling for.