This is a little something me and another Tumblr user started as a project for Finn/Rey
All credit goes to Disneybroney for her amazing ideas
Rey grimaced as she felt a comb gently rake her hair. The process was slow and careful, tedious even. She had no patience for things like this. The young brunette looked down at her attire and felt the familiar nausea that accompanied it when she did. Expensive and beautiful, words that she never thought she would associate with herself. The soft fluttery material was uncomfortable against her naturally dry skin. Though they had taken great efforts to moisturize it, they quickly learned that fourteen years on a desert planet did no favors for anyone's skin. She supposed that it was a good thing that she was riddled with imperfections, and lacked any of the domestic skills that some of the other girls had. She would do anything to prevent herself from being sold to anyone, at least until she could escape.
Rey wondered where it all went wrong. Even though life as a scavenger had been hard and lonely, filled with hunger and thirst. A promise of a family and a rescue had carried her though each day, whispers of memories filled with love that both thrilled and haunted her. She knew they were out there, she knew that they would come back, all she had to do was wait. She was certain that there was a reason why they hadn't shown up yet, so she had steeled herself, determined to tackle each day as if they would fly from the sky and whisk her away from this merciless heat.
But she had screwed up.
She had wandered too far from the usual scavenging sites as resources began to dry up, each round of salvage that she brought to Unkar Plutt was starting to yield less and less rations, and the competition was growing fiercer, dozens of scavengers had started to travel farther to find what they needed, and she had been no exception.
She had been well aware that some parts of Jakku participated in human trafficking, that rich nobles and politicians often visited solely to find themselves a wife, or worse, a slave. She scowled at the thought of young men and women being captured and sold as if they were things. She had sometimes thought about taking action, something deep inside her sometimes demanding her to do something, anything. But she had squashed it, the same way she squashed any feeling that led her away from her family.
None of that mattered now, she had wandered into the wrong part of Jakku and had been caught in a trap, even with her staff at her side she hadn't been able to overcome the sheer numbers that the slavers had bought, though she did take some comfort in the fact that she had put at least half of them out of commission for a few months.
"Alright ladies and future wives of the most prominent men and women of the galaxy." A tall slender woman walked in, her sunshine blonde hair styled absurdly on her head. Rey couldn't even fathom what sort of shapes it consisted of. It sometimes took an extreme amount of effort not to laugh whenever she saw the insufferable woman.
The 'Head-mother" the other girls liked to call her, She was the one who handled the presentations for the auctions. knowing that one was coming up made Rey sick to her stomach.
The Head-mother snapped her fingers and the attendee's that were working on her and all the girls suddenly scrambled out of the room and out of sight, and like good little soldiers the girls stood up quickly, rigid and attentive.
Rey stood up slowly.
"Alright, girls!" The Head-mother beamed, "Show me your best smiles," The other girl's did as they were told.
Rey remained stone faced.
A few seconds later, an open palm had with collided her face. The Head-mother's smile still disturbingly planted on her face as she faced Rey.
"Now Rey, be a good girl okay?" she cooed sweetly.
Rey summoned every ounce of willpower she could to smother the bubbling rage inside her. One day, she told herself, one day she would escape, and when she did she would rip her ridiculous hairstyle from her scalp and make her eat it.
It had been three months since she had been captured. She could be patient, she had spent fourteen years waiting for her family, she could spend sometime waiting for her freedom.