Rey woke and slowly looked around the room. She certainly wasn't in the forest anymore, and it took her only a moment to remember what had happened. As soon as she did, she tried to move but found she could not. She was strapped upright in some sort of metal contraption. Rey tried not to panic, but it was difficult not to when she was restrained in such a manner.

There was a slight movement before her, and that was when she saw the stranger in the silver mask from earlier. He was crouched there a few feet away, and seemed to be watching her. Rey saw him and felt defiance replace her fear. She would be damned if she would show him how frightened she was.

"Where am I?" she demanded, sounding stronger than she felt.

There was a pause, and the masked man replied "You're my guest."

She almost scoffed at the notion. Guest indeed! Guests were free to come and go, not bound to a chair by their hosts. "Where are the others?" she asked.

"You mean the murderers, traitors, and thieves you call friends?" he responded. "You'll be relieved to hear I've no idea."

Rey did not respond, but continued to stare him down with the same defiant look.

"You still want to kill me?" the stranger asked in a softer voice.

"That happens when you're being hunted by a creature in a mask," Rey answered flatly.

She watched as he almost immediately reached up and without another word pulled the helmet off his head. Now without a mask over his face, he stood to face her. Rey was taken aback briefly. He was young, and had a handsome face; she was not expecting that from how he sounded through the mask. She tried to retain her stern expression, but as he gazed at her with dark eyes she had to look away and down at the floor. She was ashamed at herself for being so taken with his looks—he was supposed to be the enemy, after all.

"What's your name?" she asked in an attempt to hold him off while she straightened out her thoughts.

She didn't expect an answer, but he gave her one anyway: "Kylo Ren."

He put his helmet down and walked towards her, stopping only a couple feet away. "Tell me about the droid," he said, not allowing himself to be distracted from the task at hand.

Rey once again pointedly looked away. His voice was alluring when not tainted by the helmet. Still, she had to be strong, so she remained silent. He would not get information out of her, of that she was determined.

He moved closer to her. "You know I can take whatever I want," he murmured to her, the implications all too clear in his tone.

She still didn't reply and continued to look away. There was a warmth as she felt him draw closer to her. He had his hand up, just inches away from her face. Then she felt him inside her mind. She knew he was in there, because there was a force pressing on her thoughts. Memories and images surfaced then were discarded as he picked his way through her mind like she picked through ships on Jakku for their parts.

"You're so lonely," Kylo Ren murmured as he looked over the memories of her sitting alone in the sand, waiting for a family that would never return. He switched to one of her lying in bed at night, unable to sleep. Then he looked at the ones of her scavenging by herself, sometimes going all day without saying a word to anyone.

"Get out of my head," she insisted, angry at him for seeing her personal thoughts.

She heard him chuckle. "Or what? The map is in here somewhere, and you're going to give it to me."

His voice was so confident, so infuriating. Rey knew she had to retaliate, to make him back off. If he did find out where the map was, it could have devastating results for the entire galaxy. If the First Order found Luke, it would be the end of all hope.

Then Rey got an idea. Her cheeks burned at the thought, but it might be her only chance at derailing her captor. So, she closed her eyes and called to mind a particular memory that she was sure would at least give Kylo Ren pause.

She thought of herself in front of a dirtied mirror inside her home on Jakku. As she stood before it, she began to peel off her clothing after a hard day's work, getting ready for a bath. She recalled every little detail about how she looked in that mirror with her body suddenly free of all covering. Her hair was let down next, falling about her shoulders as she reached her hands up and ruffled it out. She looked at her naked form for a few moments, wondering if she would ever find someone special to show it to. And if she did, would they like what they saw?

After shaking the thought away, she went to the tub and began to bathe herself. The water felt so good, and she sighed deeply as she sat in the tub, cleaning off the dirt from the day. She cleaned her entire body with a small cloth—face, neck, breasts, stomach, legs, and in between her legs. She closed her eyes as she brushed the cloth over her womanhood. It felt kind of good…

"Stop," Kylo Ren said suddenly. He was still in her mind, but she could feel that he had ceased shifting through her thoughts to pay attention to the one she had recalled. That was not the only thing she could sense coming from him now. Before, he had been confident as he nonchalantly sifted his way through her mind. Now though, she could feel his surprise at her bold action. It was like he had taken a step back and was just standing there, unsure of what to do next. And there was something else he was feeling as well. A familiar ache in the lower region she could remember feeling a handful of times on Jakku.

Rey smiled in spite of herself. Her plan was working. "Or what?" she taunted. "You're the one in my head."

"Give me the map," he growled, but he was less sure of himself now.

He was still in her mind, she could feel it. So, Rey decided make sure that he would regret his stay.

She called up a new memory, this time of her lying in bed. It was after the bath, and she lay on her stomach, her hand between her legs as she experimented. She moaned into her pillow, and gripped the blanket with her other hand. Recalling how the touches had made her feel was starting to bring that ache back, but she continued to think about the incident anyway. Strange as it was, the galaxy depended on it.

"Kylo Ren," she moaned in the memory. That had not actually happened, but she knew it would throw him off even more if she added it in.

She felt his arousal increase at that. Rey used the distraction to turn the tables on him and go inside his mind. She had no idea how she was able to do it, but she did.

There were many feelings in his mind that she did not expect to find—loneliness, anxiety, hurt, sorrow, low self-esteem, and fear. He was afraid of not being as strong as his grandfather, Darth Vader. There were other conflicts as well, and she couldn't help but feel her heart go out to him for being so torn apart on the inside.

"Get out," he said, and she could feel him pushing her consciousness away. She pushed back, delving into his mind even more.

"Not so nice now, is it?" she said. "Let's see what sort of personal thoughts you have to share."

It wasn't long before she found one of him in a private moment as well.

He was alone in his room, the majority of his clothing discarded. Sitting on the bed, he leaned his head back against the wall and let out gentle gasps as he stroked his member. Rey watched the scene unfold until, with his free hand clapped over his mouth, he reached completion and spilled his seed all over his chest and hand—

Rey felt an enormous push and she was out of Kylo Ren's mind, and he out of hers. They faced each other in the empty room, both with looks of shock and confusion on their faces. Rey because she could not believe that she had been inside his mind and seen him in the act of pleasuring himself, and Kylo Ren because he could not believe she had been so bold.

"You…" he began to say, but his voice trailed off.

She had no idea what to say to him. Was there anything to be said? After what had just transpired between the two of them, there really wasn't much to say. Rey looked down and almost laughed at the sight of how aroused he was. He followed her gaze down and quickly turned away, covering himself with his cloak.

"I will get that map," he said finally, though his voice was low and sounded defeated. Without another word, he went out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Rey leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths to calm herself down again. She could not believe that she had gone and done such a thing. And why? She had no previous experience being so—so sexual. Perhaps his looks had spurred her on, or her own loneliness. Or maybe she just wasn't thinking straight after everything she had been through that day. Either way, she had taken a daring risk and it had paid off. Kylo Ren had not taken the map, and Luke was safe for the time being.

But now Rey had a bigger problem—now she wanted him to come back and finish what she'd started.