The restraints dug into her wrists, the cold metal biting her skin. Her tan skin, used to the sun drenched deserts of Jakku broke out into gooseflesh now exposed to the frigid wasteland she found herself in. Her eyes were blinded with tears, and her vision blurry, but when she looked up, she gasped: there, watching her, clearly enjoying her sufferings was the monster that had haunted her dreams.
"Where am I?" she screamed, "Where are the others?" She began to fight against the restraints.
"I had no need for them," the monster said, his voice warped and distorted, so unnatural that her ears seemed to grate against it. "You are my guest now." He stood up, and began to walk towards her. Her stomach dropped and she began to fight even harder, panicking now, like a bird freshly caged. "Don't be afraid."
Was this a joke? "How can I not be afraid of a creature in a mask," she spat out. The creature pulled off his mask ….
and Rey felt something change. The monster was beautiful. She looked into his eyes and saw pain …. and desire? He reached out towards her and she did not want to resist. It was as if they were the only two beings that existed in the world. He was at her side now, bending forward. His lips brushed her ears. She felt his breath on her neck, hot, burning with a desire so strong that her breath had ceased. Her pulse quickened. She felt herself drawing closely towards him, straining against the bonds that held her … that kept her from being near to him.
The pain that followed was excruciating. He was in her head. She felt him carefully, meticulously, look at every thought she had ever had, watch with awe every memory. It was pain that she had never experienced, but it was beautiful. A sweet, sweet pain.
What was she doing? This sith had taken control, and she had let him. Rage suddenly wracked her frame and she pushed him out so suddenly that he was knocked backwards. Surprise flooded his face, quickly turning to anger.
"You know I can take what I want," he growled, approaching her again. Take it all,, she thought, but she would never allow him a glimpse into her weakness for him that was growing stronger by the second.
"Oh but I know already," he said, breathing by her neck again. He rose slightly, and their eyes met. "Don't be afraid," he whispered tenderly. "I feel it too." Her body responded before her mind.
Rey felt herself being washed by waves of longing that grew into a tsunami of desire, crashing over her and breaking her rational will. All at once, her body and mind were held together on a foundation of passion. Heat grew within her in a way she did not recognize and this new feeling threatened to overcome her. She pulled at her bonds again, forgetting her longing for freedom or her anger about her captivity. All she wanted was him. He, with his eyes dancing in understanding, carried his lips closer to hers. Kiss me. Take me, she hoped. His two fleshy lips pursed and parted, but stopped just short of her expecting mouth. To her surprise, her captor released just one of her hands from its bondage. With her freedom she explored the soft depths of his lush, black hair. Her hand began to wander and she enjoyed each new patch of skin and firm muscle she found hidden under the layers of black fabric that concealed his precious beauty. His hands also met her body with an electrifying surge of excitement.
Finally, after feeling as if she had been parched for days, his lips met hers with a flood of simultaneous energy and release."Oh Kylo," she moaned. She sat taller in her interrogation chair as she melted into the kiss. Closer, closer was the only mantra she could keep. Opening his eyes to her, he asked, "What do you you want" with such a commanding tone that it sounded more like a statement than a question, prodding her to answer with deep sincerity.
Desire replaced the blood in her veins as she spoke, "I want to know you. I want to know your mind, your body, you ambitions, and everything that brought you right to this moment. I want to feel you and everything you are. I want to feel the dark side."