Rey woke to find herself held upright in a complex restraining contraption against an angled platform in a cell. At first, she thought she was alone. Then, a shadow against the wall moved toward her. It was a figure in a black and a black mask. Rey barley managed to hide her gasp; Kylo Ren himself.

She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her fear; this man had killed dozens, hundreds of people, "Where am I?"

"Does physical location matter?" He returned. Rey had to watch her words; this man could literally do anything to her. "You're my guest."

"Where are the others?" Rey asked. She asked her question with much more confidence than she felt. "The ones that were fighting with me?"

"You mean the traitors, murderers, and thieves you call friends?" He sniffed distastefully, "You will be relieved to hear that I have no idea."

Rey tried to keep her relief from showing, but she failed to conceal her emotions.

"Tell me about the droid," Ren said, getting straight to the point without beating around the bush.

She scoffed, "It's a BB unit with a selenium drive and a thermal hyperscan vindicator, internal self-correcting—"

"I am familiar with the droid specifications. I don't care what it can do. What I want is in its memory. It's carrying a section of a transgalactic navigational chart. We have the rest of the map, salvaged from the Empire's archives. We need the last piece. Somehow, you convinced the droid to show you. You, a scavenger. How?"

How did he know that?

"I know you've seen it. That's what I need." He said, "At the moment, that's all I need." When she maintained silence, he almost sighed. "I can take whatever I want."

She tensed, "Then you don't need me to tell you anything."

"True. You may try to resist me; but I will take what I need."

Rey mentally prepared herself as best she could. She remained emotion and motionless as he touched her cheek. His mind probe reached hear mind. His mind brushed her mind aside. He was close to the map, but was stopped cold by a barrier that he could not break.

After a few more tries by Ren, he retreated to his own mind. He was surprised; no one had ever resisted that before. He was glad that his mask covered his emotions. Rey released a breath she didn't know she was holding.

He sighed, "You leave me one option. Since you won't give the information; I will have to turn to one more method of persuasion."

Rey knew what was coming; what she had been expecting from the moment she woke up. There was really no way to prepare for what was coming.

The next half hour was a blur of pain to Rey. Kylo Ren did his best to make sure that Rey would rather than go through what he made her go through.

He stabbed her calf with a knife. The pain almost made her scream, but she bit her tongue to stop the scream. That wasn't enough for him though; he twisted the knife.

He whispered in her ear, "You can stop this at any time; all you have to do is tell me about the map."

Rey spat blood in his face, knowing it would cost her, "Never," She choked out. She did pay for it.

However, no matter what Ren did, Rey never screamed or made any noise, not even a gasp. Ren could see the tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't let out a sound. He also saw the blood running down from her mouth, even though he didn't do anything to her face at that point, from where she bit her tongue to keep from screaming.

Eventually, Rey gave up the fight to stay conscious.

When she woke, she would find that she had two wounds like the one on her calf, dozens of small cuts, several large cuts, and two broken ribs.

Ren stopped immediately once he realized that she had given in to unconsciousness. He swore; he had gone too far. If she died, there would be no way to retrieve the map and Snoke would blame him.

He released her restraints and lifted her limp body up; one hand behind the back of her knees and the other supporting her back, not caring that her blood was dripping onto his robe.

He opened the door with a thought and carried her out, toward the medical bay. All the Stormtroopers and personal that he passed knew better not to question him or the bleeding girl in his arms.

When he arrived, he placed her on the prisoner bed; one set aside from the other beds, one with manacles for the prisoner's legs and arms. He carefully locked them around her wrists and ankles. He turned to the doctor in the room that had wisely kept quiet until she was spoken to.

"Heal her," Kylo Ren ordered the doctor, as if it were that simple, "If she dies, you die. Tell me when she wakes up." The doctor gulped then nodded. Ren turned on his heels and stalked out. The doctor looked at her patient and felt her heart sink. This might be beyond her abilities.

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Back in his chambers, Kylo Ren lets loose every single swear word he can think of in every language. He would have taken out his lightsaber, but he uses his room. What will he tell Lord Snoke if she dies? She had better not fucking die, or he will be pissed. Also kicked out of the First Order. Eh, what the hell? Snokie boy won't get what he wants, and Ren can always go back to the light side and be like "sup guys. Remember me? I killed all Luke's padawans. I also killed the girl that was the galaxy's last hope. You don't want me? Oh well, sucks for you." (Okay sorry, I'm in a weird mood. Here's what I actually want to put after 'what will he tell Lord Snoke if she dies.")

Ren is so tempted to go to Hux's room and destroy it. He refrains, barely, and considers what might really happen if the girl dies. Nothing good for him, so he must do whatever it takes to keep her alive, but also get the information he needs. What the hell is he going to do?

Those last two paragraphs were fun for me to write, but don't really fit the story. My real self really wanted out, so I let her. Just ignore most of those paragraphs if you want.