This fic starts right after the interrogation scene in TFA.

Kylo

How could she have resisted him? That small, scrap of a girl, her body weak but her mind so strong. She had looked into his mind—how dare she. How could she? Only one had ever done that before, but he was the one they were searching for.

Kylo retreated to his master quickly, trying to make sense of it all. Her mind had been so easy to invade at first, her loneliness and ferocity so tangible. But he hadn't even touched what he wanted, not even a glimpse after that first time in the forest, when it had popped up in her mind.

He wanted answers.

Snoke, however, gave him none.

"A mere scavenger bested you? Are you so weak?"

Kylo grit his teeth. "She is untrained, but powerful with the force! Even she does not know how strong she really is."

Beside him, Hux made a noise of disbelief. "You are weak. And now we are left with no information."

Snoke's image flickered and his eyes narrowed. "What of the droid? Was it not taken?"

Kylo could barely contain himself as Hux replied. "He thought it's retrieval unnecessary since he had the girl."

Kylo spoke up quickly. "She can lead us to Skywalker! She saw the map. I can retrieve it from her!"

Snoke made a sound of disapproval and sank back into the stone. "Bring her to me. I will deal with her myself."

Kylo knew what that meant. He had seen it before. Snoke tortured his victims easily, he sat comfortably within the dark side, had all control with his power. How Kylo envied his master. He was constantly reminded of his own weakness when he held back or lost control. Like he did with the girl.

As he approached her cell, he immediately noticed something amiss: "Where is the other one? Why are there only five?" He asked one of the Stormtroopers standing guard. But it was confused. Irritated, he burst into the cell.

A naked storm trooper stood there, looking dazed. She was gone.

Rey

Rey raced through the halls, trying to find her way. This place was a complete maze, everything looked the same. Although she was geared as a Stormtrooper and armed with her newfound abilities, she felt incredibly out of place and anxious. Surely she'd be found out any minute.

As she raced through the halls, she finally felt like there was a difference; she was somewhere new. She passed a window that led to the beginnings of a hanger, and her heart leapt. Now she had a chance.

She found her way to a nearby fighter, still attached to the wall where it was fed fuel and electricity. Many Stormtroopers milled around, so she tried to be leisurely as she ducked by it. Forcing the entrance door, she leapt inside.

She immediately began taking stock of everything within, making a mental list of the different controls. She sat down in the pilot's chair and began trying to figure out how to detach herself from the wall before she blasted this thing into hyperdrive. She didn't know where this base even was, really, but if she could get away from it, she could find her way back to her friends.

A loud crash suddenly distracted her. There was shouting, angry shouting. She leapt up to look out of the plane and spied the dark figure among the white, pushing through. Straight for her ship.

How the hell did he find her? She looked around erratically at the controls, but was caught by the helmet beside her. Inside the back was a small, metal chip.

A tracking chip. Of course. Wouldn't want to lose track of a soldier.

It was too late to destroy it now, he knew where she was. She just had to get this thing out.

She punched at the controls as the switchboard sprang to life, trying anything that looked familiar, but to little avail. It began beeping wildly at her, and she felt it begin to roll backwards, away from the wall. But it suddenly stopped, the brakes hitting the wheels and a scraping sound was at the entrance portal. He was trying to get in.

Luck would have it, she had somehow hit the locks. He couldn't force the door like she had. She grinned a little, satisfied with her defiance. But when the scraping disappeared, she felt uneasy.

Kylo leapt up onto the nose, right in front of the glass. She gasped and pulled the handle of one of the controls, and the plane leapt back, pulling against its restraints. Kylo lurched but stayed on, and his lightsaber flared to life and split the glass separating her from him.

Her arm flew up to shield her eyes from the shattered glass and let go of the control. She felt herself be grabbed and immediately began fighting against them.

"You…you never stop fighting me."

She looked up at the dark mask, trying to remember what lay beneath. "Why wouldn't I?"

He didn't answer her, but she felt his anger. She had humiliated him, and he was distraught. Torn.

As he dragged her away from her one means of escape, a trooper captain in the shiniest armor Rey had ever seen called, "This is on your head, Ren. Your prisoner has ruined one of my ships."

"Don't bother me now, Phasma," Kylo yelled at her but she remained unfazed, calmly watching him go.

A Stormtrooper ran up to them as Kylo tugged her through the hangar.

"Sir, General Hux wants to see you-"

"I'm busy!" He roared, his metallic voice ringing throughout the hanger. Rey gasped as he forced her through the exit, shocked by his anger. It was violent.

Her arms were beginning to ache before he finally led her to a room behind triple doors. Was this some kind of prison? It was much more secured than anywhere else she had been. But all that lay behind the last door was what appeared to be a few dark rooms. An apartment. What?

Kylo

He threw her away from him, against the wall so that she fell to the ground. Within a moment, he brought his fists down onto a nearby metal table, denting it with a hollow bang.

"You think you can defy me?" He yelled at her, this slip of a girl who had cost him his pride. Who had almost slithered out of his grasp. Who had dared to leave.

He threw the table against the wall, just missing her. He saw her wide eyes and how she shrunk back, but it gave him no pleasure today. "You cannot escape me, you cannot defy me, I won't let you!" He roared.

She was silent, but he felt her fear. Yet there was also her anger. She dared to be angry at him for ruining her escape. Even now she did not cower or bend to him. Would nothing break her? So distracted was he by this that his own anger suddenly began to subside and he managed to rip off his helmet.

He grabbed her, and she struggled. She tried to push back against him with the force, but he distracted her by pulling her close. So close that she was pressed against his front, feeling the hard curves of his body, with his face mere inches from her.

"Feel strong, gravel maggot? Or do you just like being so close to power?" He hissed. She bared her teeth and tried to push away from him.

"You're disgusting."

Somehow her words stung.

"I am your keeper, I am the one who chooses whether you live or die. You will obey me," he snarled before pushing her away, watching her coldly as she fell by his feet, her dark hair beginning to come loose and curl around her cheeks.

"You don't own me." She finally spit out, scrambling to her feet. Her eyes blazed like amber fire and although she had no weapon but looked prepared to fight, her face was so severe.

"You learn one trick and think you can escape? I underestimated you, but you will not get that chance again. If I must become your constant captor, then I will." And he would deal with her himself. Snoke would see his strength when he presented the location and the girl to him.

Rey

Rey hated this, hated him. After his little tantrum, he locked her hands and feet to a chair that a droid had fused to a heavy metal plate that she probably weighed more than she did. Kylo had no trouble moving it with his powers, but when Rey tried, she couldn't budge it.

He wouldn't let her out of his sight. When she tried to sleep, he woke her. When he ate, he made her watch him.

"You want to eat, you can tell me the location," he told her. Luckily, she was used to going without.

He kept trying to push her mind, and she kept pushing him out. He refused to let her leave the chair to sleep, and did not lay down to sleep either.

When she asked him if he ever slept, he just laughed.

"You think I will sleep before you do, leaving you to try and figure your way out? No, I can wait."

"Well, you will," she replied hotly. She had to have a chance to escape, or at least think without his eyes on her.

"You're angry," he said, smiling cockily at her from a more comfortable chair.

She didn't like him.

"I'm frustrated," she countered.

"You are desperate. To return to Han Solo? To your rebel friends?" He asked. "They have abandoned you here. They only care for themselves."

She hated him.

"Leave me alone. You know nothing about my friends," she replied.

He was silent, his dark eyes watching her. He got up and leaned over her, placing his hands on the arms of her chair.

"I know more than you," he replied lowly. "I can take what I want, and I have already seen inside your mind. You're nothing but another piece of scrap on Jakku, unwanted and nothing but junk on a graveyard of a planet." She glared back at him defiantly, refusing to shrink. He saw the hate in her eyes, and it excited him.

"Give into your hate, and you will be much more powerful," he told her.

Her gaze did not weaken. "But then I would be just like you," she retorted.

Neither got sleep that night. Kylo left her alone, in the room next to what she assumed was his bedroom. In the chair.

But he let her know he was awake many times. A large crash or bang against the door that would make her jump and then shake from the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Once, she had managed to sleep through his interruption only to have ice cold water thrown in her face. She stopped trying to sleep after that.

But that wasn't the worst of it. Shortly after she was recaptured and put into her new prison, he had circled her, eyes bright.

"Comfortable?" He asked.

She scoffed.

He leaned in close. "You're not having a good time? I am."

"Of course you are," she snapped back. "You enjoy nothing but others pain."

He swung around to stare directly at her. "Is that all you think of me?"

She swallowed hard. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Then I wouldn't want to disappoint you," he replied, voice somehow harsher than before.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hand suddenly came to rest on her arm. His thumb brushed against her wrappings and a cruel smile toyed on his lips.

"Why do you wear these?" He asked, his voice causing a shiver to run up her spine.

"Stop," she ordered, eyes locked on his.

"Are you hiding something?"

He was either incredibly stupid, or simply toying with her. They were for protection against the sun and the sand. She wore the same on her legs.

Kylo's hand did leave her, and for a moment she breathed easy. But the electric sound of his saber igniting made her tense completely. He leered over her, and her heart picked up pace twofold.

"Don't move," he whispered, as if she could. His saber lowered down to her arm, closer and closer until her wraps began scorching. Only a few moments later they caught fire, and she winced as they fell away, the flames brushed against her skin.

His face was eager as he did the other arm, but then as he stepped back and saw her burn-marked and scarred skin, it changed. His dark eyes met hers, a question. She felt a curious push at her mind, but she practically threw him away from her mind. Jakku was a dangerous place and as a child wandering the desert planet, she had to learn from experience.

Kylo's right hand still laid on her arm, and she looked at it and then back at him, leaning a little closer to meet his gaze.

"Get your hand off my goddamn arm," she said slowly, venom laced throughout her voice.

Something flickered in his eyes, and then his lips curled up in a snarl.

"How dare you try to give me an order," Kylo hissed. "I'll show you who's in charge here."

His saber was raised again and held close to her skin, so close that it began to blister and burn. Rey grit her teeth and thrashed her head back and to the side. She held in the sound of her pain, but her eyes were screwed shut as he burned her. He stopped when she began to shake all over, but it wasn't the last time he would do it. He mocked her when she wouldn't scream or tell him what he wanted to know, and never burned the same place twice. He sometimes applied bacta patches to her arms, letting them heal before repeating the torture. Her tan skin now almost constantly bore his marks. And he wouldn't let her forget it.

But it was nothing she hadn't heard of. She'd heard tales of torture from passer-bys on Jakku, people missing an eye or disfigured by sagging and scarred skin. She'd heard of terrible, terrible things and feared herself made victim of any one of them. But if it came down to it, she thought, she could still grit her teeth and live without an eye. What was one if you still had the other? Han and Finn and Chewbacca, they were all more important.

Would they come back for her? She didn't know. Maybe it was too risky. But she was certain that it would be really hard to get out on her own. Not impossible, but definitely hard. Especially as she was now, thirsty and exhausted. If only she could break free.

BANG!

Another goddamn noise from Kylo to deprive her of sleep. If she wasn't locked to the chair, she surely would have jumped out of her skin.

"Too scared to come in and chat?" She shouted, perhaps a little too arrogantly, for the door slid open with a hiss.

"Didn't think you wanted company," Kylo remarked as he entered. Without his helmet again. "Thank you for the invitation."

She scoffed quietly and rolled her eyes, looking away in an effort to hold her tongue. But a firm grasp on her chin soon forced her to look back at him.

"Playing shy?" Kylo asked. Her eyes widened and she quickly did as she had done before in times like these on Jakku. She bit him, hard.

"Fuck!" Kylo stumbled back once she released him. She licked her lips, tasting blood. He looked up at her through his dark hair with fury. "You dirty desert scum!"

She spat her bloody spit towards him but then felt her throat constrict. Kylo's hand was outreached towards her and a dangerous smile played on his lips. In the back of her mind, she felt a bit of satisfaction at seeing the mark she had left on his arm. Finally, a little payback. But as the air she needed escaped her, she fought against his hold.

"I don't like it when my guests are rude," Kylo hissed, coming closer. Rey choked and struggled, her mind quickly building up to a panic.

"Not so powerful now, hm?" His brow furrowed and she felt him press again to her mind. She had to fight back, for breath and for control!

She concentrated, hard, trying to harness whatever ability she'd had before. Somehow a wall kept Kylo out for now, but that was only for when she was conscious enough to focus.

"Tell me where the droid is," Kylo seethed. "Show me the map, girl. I'm done waiting!"

Push, push! It was harder and harder with each moment. Finally, just as dark spots began to dot her vision, she was released.

She gasped for air and Kylo roared. Her head spun and she collapsed back onto the chair. Kylo came back and forced his face close to hers.

"You think you are better? Stronger? All you are is a rat who's been blessed with a crumb. You don't measure up to me, or anyone else on this ship. You're no pilot, no jedi, no leader. All you are and all you will ever be is nothing."

"Shut up!" She screamed right back in his face, her gaze blind with fury. If only her hands were free, she would choke him and claw him for his words.

"You still want to kill me," he said, drawing back with that filthy little smile on his lips. "As if you could."

"Let me out and we'll see who's right," she fumed.

"Anger is not pretty on you," Kylo taunted, as if he already knew it would irritate her.

"Foolishness is not attractive on you, but that doesn't stop you!" She bit back.

For a moment he looked genuinely startled, then curious. After a moment of silence, he waved his hand and the shackles released.

Rey looked down, completely shocked. After a moment of disbelief, she scrambled out of them, rubbing her wrists.

"Better?" He asked. She looked up and then flew at him, reaching for his face. If he wanted to torture her, she'd take a bit of him down with her.

He caught her wrists before her stubbed nails could even land. "Easy there, kitten. Anger me again and you'll lose what I'm about to offer you."

Voice thick with distress, and eyes alert, she scanned his dark gaze and asked, "What could you have to offer me?"

Kylo looked down and then up as if it should be obvious. "Why don't we start with a change of clothes?"

A/N Thanks for reading the first chapter of this, I plan to update regularly. Please review, I'd appreciate it!