OK I AM FREAKING OBSESSED WITH REYLO AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHER WISE. OK. So I am now trash. I live in a dumpster full of Reylo pics. So shut up if you don't ship it. Ok sorry. This fanfic is kind of like as if he captured her again, and she's in a really weak state. (because Kylo is so hot). But warning you, it really doesn't have a plot, just really a lot of sexual tension. IDGAF, Reylo is beast. Also, this is the first time I have written like a full out make-out scene (spoilers), so I honestly tried. Ok I should get along with this.

Rey's POV

Monsters. They are fear. They can come in any shape and size. Sometimes, they hide behind masks and fear. And there can be beauty behind that mask, twisted in forms full of evil.

I fall on the cold cellar floor. My chains rattle and clutter and bare against my skin. My shaky hands struggle to keep me up. My bones rattle and I fall on my back. I shiver and shake as the blood rolls off my head. My cold hands ruffle up fabric on my abdomen. It's soaked with the dreaded thing pouring out of my body. I cough and hunch over, facing the cellar door. My eyes roll into my head and blood drips from my mouth. I'm sick and cold. I've never been this weak. I press my face onto the metal ground and my eyes tear open slowly. The door starts to creak open. A hooded figure walks in. It's the insufferable bastard. I quickly roll up from the floor and lean against the wall. I feel a rush of blood to my head from moving so fast. I close up against the wall, huddling towards my knees, keeping away from him. He walks towards me. Slow, hard feet, echoing against the hard floor, he leans in front of me, I need to stay away. I bring myself in closer and keep away from him. The desperate moaning comes from my lips, as my body can't seem to utter any words. He pulls his mask off, no suspense needed this time, I know what he looks like. He throws it on the floor and pushes close to me. My lip quivers, I try and shift away, my back aching from smashing into the floor. He grits his teeth and grabs my arms pulling me close, seemingly he doesn't want me further. I try and look away, my gaze fading from mine. It takes every ounce of strength in me. I rip my lungs apart and scream a shriek, echoing across the Base. His eyes widened and he brings his face close to mine. My scream gets louder as I close my eyes. Slowly every second my scream takes strength out of me. Kylo brings up his fisted glove and covers my bloody mouth and I can see into his eyes. The never ending darkness inside. He rasps his voice full of pain and anger. 'Shut up" His voice is the one that sounds like he's been screaming for hours. The blood from my mouth ends up on his glove, shining through the black. He wipes it on my cheeks that shows up as if he scratched me with claws. I curled up further. He was a ruthless freak, he had no compassion for anyone. Except me, and I hate it. And I give it back, when he doesn't deserve it, he deserves nothing.

My head claps into the wall. Tears form in my eyes and fall slowly down my face. I try and keep them in, showing no weakness, but that was gone a long time ago. Tears fall freely and fear and loneliness build up inside of me. Kylo gulps and tries to come close. I see him through my blurry tears. His hands fall up and wrap around my waist covered in dry blood. I bring him close, for some reason I oblige. My tears are louder as I take gasping breaths into his black cloak. He hugs me tighter. Kylo Ren, one of the most feared beings in the galaxy, is hugging a small scavenger girl. And no one would ever see it coming. I pulled him close, grasping his dark hair, as his skin buries into my shoulder. "I saved you back there" Again, his voice is raspy, as if he was…crying. From something, even though he has nothing to lose. I whispered back into his ear. My dried red lips touched him. "I know…I am thankful" He pulled back and looked me in the eyes again. I calmed my tears and could really see him. He did look like he was crying. His eyes were red and swollen. He sniffed. "I was worried about you" He said it so quietly I almost didn't hear him. He fidgeted with his hands. He shifted back as if he was so uncomfortable showing feelings. He always had feelings for me. I knew from that day. He never hurt me. 'You need a teacher'. He wants to know me. "I know you were worried" He smirked. I think he can tell I care too. It made me feel…weird. As if he can see into my mind. I tensed up. I looked down, then looked back at him. He can see what I'm thinking. I widened my eyes. I think even without the Force; he would still tell. He came closer. His hand trailed up my cheek. He does it a lot. A shiver started at my feet and up to my back, I shook and my back arched into the wall. His eyes fell, as if he was closing them. "I love you" I said. That becomes harder then you think.

He looks at me with determined eyes, not believing what I had just said. "I know" I thought the next few moments were going to be sweet. But everyone has to be wrong once in a while. His lips crashed into mine and his hands grasped at the side of my head. I leaned into a tasteful kiss, pushing our lips together. My hands tangled into his hair, pulling me close into his body. He pushed me lightly against the wall. My hands slid down from his hair and grabbed at the cloth on his back. The heat between us escalated to extremes. He lifted me up a little to the wall. I took gasping breaths in between. His hands grabbed my waist tightly, grabbing around my wound. Our mouths battled in a war for dominance on each other. I grabbed him as my mouth opened and he responded. We took gasping breaths and looked into each other's eyes. He could see my fear and desperation. His lips jumped back onto mine. Wider and more passionate then before. He picked me up and walked me across the cellar, my chains falling off and our lips moving in harmony. His dragged his mouth across my chin and down my jaw. I think I would be breaking every rule possible right now. I leaned my head back, a noise slipped from my mouth. My hands shafted around, exploring as much as I could. I pushed my body further as his lips slid down my body. I winced, half because of pain, half of pleasure. My waist pressed further in, slowly creating more friction between us and yet the pain shot up my spine. I collapsed in his arms as his frim hands grasped my small frame. I felt the wound open up again and the warm blood pooled further, deeper into my clothes. My head fell on his shoulder from the immediate pain that struck me. His hands gripped me tight and he lay me on the floor. I could see the blood this time, falling slowly trickling between my legs now, I am slowly losing consciousness.

Kylo slowly traced his hands down my body, feeling for anything wrong. He reached for his lightsaber. I was scared, I never knew what he was going to do. The bright red shot out of the bottom tip, shining against my eyes causing me to squint. He brought it slowly down to me, I tried to shift away but even moving slightly caused something to shift inside me. The saber slowly touched my skin. He looked so concentrated, as if he needed to figure out how to take over the galaxy in one second. The burning light touched my skin and I screamed. Fire touched me like rage, and it felt of the weight of the worlds was on me. He tried to cauterize my wound. My voice ran out like a lighter into a small whimper, I grabbed onto him for life, I needed support, I needed help. Kylo grabbed onto me for dear life as if he was the one in pain. I looked at him through my eyes rampaged with tears and I couldn't tell which one of us was crying more. He pulled the saber off roughly and I fell to the floor. The cold air swept across me, taking the burning sensation away. I touched my stomach with my bloody cold hands and felt the wound close up. Kylo was panting with tears as he dropped the saber on the floor and fell beside me. "I'm sorry" He whispered. I turned to him. Facing his cold dark eyes. I focused on his chest, slowly moving up and down, but his breath was loud and muffled as if he was holding a thousand words in his head. I moved close to him. My shoulder touched his elbow, since I was smaller to his height. I rested my head on his shoulder reaching up to it. My frail hands wrapped around his waist, barely reaching entirely around. He shifted his eyes down on me, wondering what a fragile woman like me was wrapping around a knight of Ren. He seemed very confused, eyebrows curling up into wonder. He hesitantly put his hands on top of mine, the leather squeezing my shaky hands. I curled up into him and he grabbed me tighter. Many people question the actions, of me, a Jedi-in-training, you could say. I never knew what happened. Can pushing someone into the snow help you fall in love with them? No one knows why they fell in love, and if you can give exact reasons, it's not real. You just know. The only thing you should know, is the exact moment when you do fall in love. And I know when that is, and it was the worst day of my life, the day I fell in love with a monster.

.. I…I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THIS ONE. I LIKE IT. I REALLY LIKE IT. DO YOU?