Rey woke up and started in shock. Her limbs jerked but hardly moved, bound by restraints as they were. As she adjusted to the cool metal digging into her flesh, she became steadily restless. A dark figure melted from the shadows, cloak billowing.
"Where is the drone?"
Rey stayed silent. The question was repeated, the scrambled voice behind the mask growing louder. It was quiet for a minute, and Rey was relieved for small victories. Perhaps she could annoy him away? The relief instantly vanished and was replaced by piercing pain. She twitched and struggled not to make a sound. Her face contorted, and a scream threatened to rip from her throat. The pain managed to grow with each passing second.
She gasped out a question. Why could this man not show his true face? Was he ashamed?
The black helmet came off, and underneath it a surprisingly handsome man. Rey felt her heartbeat speed up, and quickly told herself that it must be nerves- after all, a human being was capable of torturing her. He raised his hand, and she braced herself for more of the same splitting headache that was produced as he rifled through her mind. He lowered it, laughing darkly.
"You know, someone recently suggested that I change my techniques."
He drew closer, and Rey became anxious. What could be worse than what he had just done to her? Rey jumped and attempted to shy away when he ran his hand through her hair, sweeping back loose strands. He walked back around the chair. Rey felt herself flush. His hand drifted up her thigh. She glared at him.
"Don't look so affronted, darling. Nothing I haven't seen before. After all, I was the one that carried you here."
Rey became nervous. What was he playing at? He raised his hand, and she didn't have enough time to react before she felt the force again. This time, though, she felt pleasantly warm. A tingling feeling spread through her nerves. Rey woke up and started in shock. Her limbs jerked but hardly moved, bound by restraints as they were. As she adjusted to the cool metal digging into her flesh, she became steadily restless. A dark figure melted from the shadows, cloak billowing.
As the sensation continued, she bit back another moan- for different reasons this time.
Kylo looked at her, and the moment she began to struggle, he cut off the sensation. Rey let out an involuntary whimper at the loss. "Now, are you sure you won't tell me about the map?" She shook her head after a pause. Rey welcomed this feeling of the force, its energy buzzing inside her. She began to writhe, and the pleasure stopped again. A sinking feeling settled in her stomach; this was a different type of torture than she had expected. Would she be able to deny herself this?
She looked at Kylo, eyes wide and beseeching. In her current state, her thoughts commented that his cold smirk was incredibly sexy. She barely had a respite before the torture began again.
"Supreme Leader, we were able to get the information out of the girl. Now our quest to wipe out the Jedi can be completed."