When Rey was… she didn't know how many years old, her parents sold her off to a black market buyer for less than twenty credits. Her buyer, and new master, was named Unklar Plutt. He was a brutal, grimy, fat old man who owned an underground fighting arena set up for the sadistic and wealthy. Since she was still very young when she was sold to him, he only had her clean up the blood and sweat and other bodily fluids from the arena after every match. As she grew older she was required to do more back breaking and strenuous labor such as putting coals in the furnace, feeding the fighting dogs, and hauling heavy boxes and sacks around the underground network. Rey was never given a break nor allowed to take a day off due to illness of any kind. She was forced to adapt and become strong and hardened in order to survive.

When Rey turned eleven, Unklar Plutt pushed her into the pit for the first time, facing off against a man three times her size and twice her age. She was beaten horribly and suffered a terrible defeat. When the time came for the winner to decide her fate, as was protocol, the man was merciful with her and spared her life, since the most common practice in the ring was to sentence the loser to death.

Unklar Plutt, however, was not as generous and took his time torturing her for the disgrace she had brought to his 'good' name. Rey had not been able to move for two days after that, and her next time in the pit the following week, she completely decimated her opponent owned by a man named Jabba the Hutt. Though, just as her former competitor had done for her, she let the woman go. Unklar Plutt had not taken kindly to that, torturing her once again until she was paralyzed by the pain.

Rey later learned that the woman she had spared was tortured to death for her loss. Rey then sentenced all of her competitor to a mercy shot by blaster, so they would not suffer they way the woman had. It pained Rey to do this, to be the cause of others' deaths, but it was the only was she could think of to end their suffering without causing them suffering.

Adapting once again to her new way of life, Rey had become undefeated in the pit in order to initially avoid her master's wrath. Now she knows that if she were ever to lose, her opponent would undoubtedly waste no time killing her in probably the worst of ways for holding onto the top spot for as long as she has. The crowd of the rich loved her, and even sometimes loved seeing her completely destroy their own fighters. Yet she never took any joy in the blood that stained her hands.

Rey would lie awake at night in her cell, on the pile of hay that she used as a bed, staring at her hands in agony, desperately wishing for the sweet release of sleep… or death. Rey almost didn't care if she lost and was killed, but at the same time she was desperate to stay alive.

For her family, who she believed would one day realize their mistake and come back for her, take her away from this hell and give her the warm home that she always wanted.

However Rey continued to grow older, and her parents never came back, but she still held onto hope, for it was all that she had. Now she was nineteen years old, as Unklar Plutt claimed since she didn't remember her own birthday, and she was still trapped in the underground fighting arena.

Her day began at dawn, she'd wake up and immediately start on her chores, since she only had one outfit she didn't bother to change. She would heat up the furnaces to spread heat around the building to those who were lodging in to enter fighters of their own in the arena. After that she had to bring food to the fight dogs in their cages. Rey had only made the mistake of releasing them only once, for Unklar Plutt became furious when he discovered all of his dogs were running amuck and attacking his clients, and she paid for her mistake. The dogs had become the only friends she had, for they all had suffered as she had, and they came to trust her over time. When she was done with the dogs, Rey did the laundry of the occupants and swept the grounds. Then she would return to the furnaces to feed them more coal, then back to the laundry room to hang up the clothes. She went back and forth all day doing different chores, pausing at midday to eat her lunch, comprised of jerky, bread, and water. On a good day Rey might get a slice of cheese or jam with her meal. Today was not one of those days.

Rey gave her stomach time to settle before she made her way to the workout room where the fighters warmed up before each fight. Rey didn't have to fight today, but she would tomorrow, so she went to scope out the competitors. That and she had to mop the floor, couldn't let anyone get ringworm.

The fighters were the usual candidates, tall, buff men who all relied on their big muscles to win. Rey was different, she had learned to read her opponent's moves and style to turn their technique and strength against them in order to make up for her small stature and thin build. Although Rey's strength was nothing to snot at, she had gained plenty of muscle from her many years of labor, but her poor diet kept her constantly thin.

Yet there was one man who stood out against the rest, a pale man with thick black hair who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Compared to all the rest, including her, he looked well kept and fed. He held himself with an air not that of a fighter, but a commander, Rey couldn't help but wonder if he was a senior, or a newcomer. By the way he moved when he trained Rey doubted the possibility of the latter, this man has definitely been a fighter for as long, if not longer, than her. It was only when said man turned and caught her eye that she realized that she had been staring. Rey went a little red from embarrassment, but did not let it show, she could not afford to appear weak to someone she could potentially end up fighting.

Rey walked in passed the doorway and brought her bucket and mop over to the faucet over by the open showers, which she refused to use publicly, and began to fill it up with water and a hint of soap. Once it was half full she brought it over to the first place she would start to clean, away from the others as to not disturb them, and also to stay away from that man.

However, as she continued to mop the entirety of the floor, she could feel the man's gaze on her body for the rest of the time she was in there. Rey willed herself not to look at him, not wanting to socialize with someone whose death she may inevitably cause.

Once she was done there, Rey delivered all of the tenants their clothes back, filled the furnace its coal once more, then went to deliver produce to the kitchens. This was her favorite part of the day, because despite the hundreds of pounds she was forced to carry around, it was the only time she was allowed outside. Rey never bothered to run away though, the tracker on her right ankle and guard at the door prevented her from ever doing so. Today they had flour, eggs, and real beef being delivered, luxuries she was never privileged enough to eat. Rey took the eggs and meat down first and delivered them to the chef, then went back for the two sacks of flour that weighed nearly a hundred and sixty pounds together. Piling one over her shoulder, and the other under her opposite arm, Rey made her way back down to the underground to deliver them. Rey looked at the outside world as the door closed, as it would be the last time she saw the sunlight until the next delivery, four days from now. Her arms burned as usual from the strain of carrying the flour and begged her to get to the kitchen fast. So with one last glance at the blue sky, Rey headed back into her hell palace.

As Rey headed down the network of tunnels back to the kitchen, the tall form of a man stepped out from a door and stepped out right into her, knocking a four sack out of her arm.

"Shit." Rey cursed and bent over to pick it back up. The man who knocked it out of her grasp didn't bother to help her or even apologize. 'Asshole.' Rey thought in her head.

"You're quite small to be carrying those heavy bags, servant girl." The man finally spoke as she swung the sack back over her shoulder.

'Servant girl?' Rey repeated indignantly in her head. Obviously this man didn't know who she was, or else he wouldn't have called her that. Rey raised her head to call him out on it, but was caught dumbfounded when the face of the man from the training room was the face she looked up at. He looked at her expectantly, as if he was waiting for her comeback, waiting for her to just talk to him. But Rey would not provide him with such satisfaction, she would not be riled up by another fighter. So she side stepped past him and carried on down the hall, but was stopped when he called out to her again.

"Servant girl." He yelled, stopping her in her tracks, but not turning her around. "Will I see you in the arena?" He asked, almost hopeful in a strange way.

"Perhaps." She replied and carried on, wanting to dump these heavy bags as soon as possible.

Soon after the matches began and Rey sat up with Unklar Plutt at his right hand as his champion and prized possession. Rey usually watched the fights from up here the day before she fought to scoop out the competition, learn their techniques, strengths, and weaknesses. It was one reason she was able to win every match, even if by just barely, she had time to study her opponent. Match after match she watched as one man died, and another moved up to the next fight and be scheduled again for tomorrow. One man took a finger from every man he beat to add to his apparent collection. There were always fighters like this with sick and twisted tendencies during and, or, after their fights, Rey almost loved knocking them off their pedestal.

The last match was that of the well kept man she ran into in the hall after seeing him earlier in the day. Rey watched closely as the fight began, the man was facing off against a shorter and less broad man who also appeared to be younger. It was obvious who was going to win in her opinion, the black haired man obviously had more experience and strength than the other. Would he toy with him or end it swiftly? Rey watched to see. However, nothing she expected or had seen before could match the speed and ferocity of the man's attack, taking down his opponent in one swift strike. The entire crowd roared in excitement at the amazing spectacle. The winner was announced: Kylo Ren.

The man, Kylo, now decided the other's fate, death by sword. Kylo Ren was given a medieval long sword with a fiery red cross guard. He raised it over the other man's neck, and brought it down. Rey looked away. The crowd cheered.

"Go clean up, girl." Unklar Plutt commanded her once the fight ended. Rey obeyed her master and got up from her seat and walked to the stairs that lead down to the pit. Opening the door, Rey walked into the arena up to the dead body and picked up the decapitated head in one hand and proceeded to drag the corpse out of the arena back to the entrance, leaving a trail of blood in her wake. All the while she never spared Kylo Ren a single glance, disgusted by the monster she discovered he was. When she came back with the mop and bucket, she was glad that he had already left.

Once she was done cleaning it was night time, she guessed since all of the tenants were turning into their rooms to sleep. Rey went to the kitchen to retrieve her second meal of the day, her dinner, made up of the same dry jerky, stale bread, and murky water as usual. Rey devoured her meal, her stomach pained and desperate for food as it was everyday. Before she knew it she had finished her meal and was still hungry. She sighed and got up from her seat, not dumb enough to try and steal food as she had before. She took what she got and was grateful for every tasteless bite.

Having to feed the furnace one last time before she could sleep, Rey turned to make her way for the door, but froze when she saw the form of Kylo Ren, dressed in black robes, staring at her from the entrance. When their eyes met he pulled something out from his pocket and tossed it to her. An apple. Rey glared at him suspiciously, not trust him to eat the fruit right away.

"Figured a slave like you only got fed scraps." He said to her as an explanation.

"And you're any better?" She questioned pointedly, taking a bite of the green apple, letting her hunger win over her pride. She wouldn't mind if it was poisoned anyway. "A pampered slave is still a slave."

"I'm not a slave." He stated.

"We all are."

Kylo did not reply any further and simply walked away from the kitchen, heading back to his designated room. Since he didn't head back to the cells where the fighters were usually kept, Rey guessed that whoever his master was, they truly did pamper him.

Heading out again Rey went straight to the cell she called a room and collapsed on her pile of hay, exhausted as usual. Though her tiredness was great, Rey could not find it in her to sleep as she listened to the pained groans of those around her. Rey covered her ears and willed herself to block them out, but they penetrated her ears easily and created a choir of haunting moans. And, just as they did every night, memories began to flood back to her. Memories of all the wounds she inflicted on innocent newcomers or those who did not want this life. She thought of the deaths of each and every one of her opponents. Rey tried to tell herself that she had saved them from a life of suffering, but she could practically feel the blood on her hands

Tears began to fall from her eyes as she let out quiet sobs, woeful of the life she was living. She thought of her parents who she did not remember and imagined the life they could have had together if they had kept her. Being raised in an actual home with hot food served three times a day. Having a mother to tuck her in at night, and a father to push away her fears before she went to bed.

Then she thought of how they sold her into this life, and how, after all these years, they never once returned for her. But Rey would not allow anger and hatred to settle into her heart yet, for the hope of them eventually coming back was all she had.

Desperate to be released from her awakened thoughts Rey held her breath, not taking in a single breath of air until she passed out cold. This was how she got to sleep on most nights.

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Hello everyone! This is my first Reylo fic so please no harsh comments. Plus I wrote this on zero hours of sleep. Rated M for gore. Please enjoy!

Para mi amiga, Mariah.

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