Warning, some spoilers.

Kylo Ren wasn't in a good mood. Everyone who knew him at all tried their best to avoid him when he was in a bad mood. They all knew how dangerous his anger was. His old teacher, Luke Skywalker, had tried to teach him to control his anger and replace it with calmness. Kylo had never been able to do that, not completely. He liked the power his anger gave him and his new teacher, the Supreme Leader Snoke, had always encouraged him to use it. Right now he would have wanted nothing more than to use it to make General Hux choke on his own blood.

Kylo had always hated the arrogant fool who thought that he could disrespect him. Unfortunately Kylo knew that he had to tolerate the General, for now. It didn't matter; he would sooner or later find a way to get rid of the pathetic idiot. Just the thought made him smile under his helmet. But first things first, they needed to find the missing droid and the damn traitor who had helped the droid to escape from Jakku. The First Order had eyes and ears everywhere; there was no doubt that they would find the droid. What Kylo really needed right now was a distraction. He crossed his arms and carelessly looked at the dark space outside. The ship wasn't moving, they were waiting for Snoke's orders.

"Sir?" a stormtrooper said from behind his back. "The prisoner is waiting for you in your quarters."

"Good," Kylo replied simply. "I don't want to be disturbed unless there is some news about the droid."

"Yes, sir."

Kylo knew perfectly well what the stormtroopers and General Hux thought of her, his mysterious prisoner. They thought that she was just a toy Snoke had given to Kylo. Yes, she had in fact been a gift from Snoke, a reward for Kylo's loyalty. Kylo still didn't know how Snoke had managed to find her, but he wasn't complaining. He marched straight to his quarters and saw her sitting at the table; her hands had been chained to the arms of the chair. She was wearing a light blue dress and her long dark hair was down.

She was just as beautiful as always, he enjoyed admiring her, even though she didn't smile at him anymore. All he got from her was ice-cold hatred. At first she had shouted at him and tried to attack him. After she had understood that she couldn't physically hurt him, she had used the only weapon she had, words. She had done everything she could to provoke him, to make him hurt her. He never had and he knew she was resentful because of that. She needed to hate him and justify her hatred.

"Hello, Amara," he greeted her.

She clenched her fists and pressed her lips tightly together, she wasn't looking at him. The table had been set; he locked the door before unchaining her with the wave of his hand. She rubbed her wrists and looked away when he sat down opposite her.

"I was told that you haven't eaten," he stated.

She didn't say anything; apparently she was trying a new tactic. He frowned and removed his helmet. That made her tense, although she still wasn't looking at him.

"Amara? Look at me."

She crossed her arms and made it clear that she had no intention to obey. He suppressed a sigh; she certainly knew how to be stubborn. Her will had always been strong and he didn't want to break it. He didn't want to break her. He just wanted her to accept the truth. She belonged to him and deep down she still loved him. Yes, some of the people he had killed had been her friends, but she loved him and hated herself for it. He stood up and walked over to her.

"Amara…" he started and touched her cheek.

"Don't touch me," she hissed.

Well, at least she was speaking.

"I want you to eat."

Slowly she turned her blue eyes towards him.

"Why?" she asked coolly. "Why do you want to keep on tormenting me? Just kill me and get it over with."

His lips curved into a smile when he leaned towards her.

"Oh, Amara… Why would I do that?"

"Because you're a monster," she snapped.

"Hmm, and yet you love me…"

"No!" she shouted and got to her feet. "I don't! I loved Ben Solo and you're not him!"

His smile turned into a predatory smirk when she backed away.

"You're right, I'm not him," Kylo hummed. "I'm much more. He was weak, I'm not." He paused and took a step towards her. "You can't lie to me, Amara, you never could. You belong to me."

She continued backing away; her eyes were desperately looking for something. Some kind of weapon probably.

"If you touch me I swear…" she started, but the rest of her sentence died when her back hit the wall. Her breathing quickened when he stepped in front of her. Gently his fingers caressed her neck, making her shiver.

"You love me," he hummed softly.

"No, I don't," she murmured, her hands were shaking. "I hate you."

She shivered again when his lips touched the special spot under her ear. The taste of her was even better than he had remembered.

"Love, hate… Just two sides of the same coin."

She let out a weak moan when he sucked her special spot, he felt more than triumphant. Her body wanted this, wanted him. She belonged to him, she always had. He had known that the moment he had met her many years ago. It had made no difference to him that she was his uncle's foster daughter. Luke would have never accepted their relationship, so they had kept it as a secret. Now Kylo didn't need anyone's approval anymore. That was the beauty of the dark side; he could simply take whatever he wanted.