Hi again :D I shouldn't be updating so often, especially since I'm so close to exams ehehehe… I'm probably going to start publishing new chapters twice a week after Chapter 3 (Saturday and Tuesday most likely), writing fanfics has really taken a toll on my productivity.
By the way, thank you SO much for taking an interest in the first chapter :D I squeal everytime I get a notification on my phone when someone likes/follows!

I'm not too sure where I want to go with this, so the interest is very much appreciated. I hope you enjoy this chapter and once again feedback makes me moist, LOL.

-Phi

The Troopers dragged you into a different room, this one a lot more spacious than the last. The floors were modern and impeccable, with walls lined with complicated looking buttons and levers. Half of the walls were glass, a colorful, large galaxy in view. The room was bare of furniture, save for one particularly simple (so simple, in fact that it actually looked pretty uncomfortable) looking metal chair. Looked like some sort of interrogation room. They pushed you harshly into the chair, your restraints clanging roughly against it.

"Ow!" You whimpered. The Troopers left immediately, marching outwards quietly, leaving you and Kylo alone. The floor hissed shut behind them.

Kylo stormed towards you, stepping briskly towards your chair. He extended his hand, fingers stretched outwards as if wanting to grasp something, and you could feel a heavy pressure build up in your chest.

"Why are you here?" He commanded, anger ringing through his tone of voice.

"Aa… I'm…", you choked out.

"Were you sent by someone? WHO SENT YOU?" Kylo roared. His yells were partially blocked out by his mask, which made it even more intimidating.

"N.. Nobody…" You squealed, wheezing. You could feel the pressure build up in your chest, the lack of oxygen making you feel dizzy. You could see Kylo's arm tremble with anger.

Suddenly, Kylo released. Your eyes bulged as you took a deep breath of air. You began to breathe roughly, trying to recuperate for your time without oxygen.

"If you won't tell me, I'll have to look for the answer myself." He strided towards your left, slowly extending his hand once more. Not another force choke.

But instead, you felt a searing pain in your head.

"Aah!" You cried, feeling as if your head was being pricked by multiple needles. You tilted your head back and clenched your teeth, a bead of sweat forming on your forehead.

"… You're here for the engineer." Kylo stated, his tone of voice returning to normal. "The man from Kilzo. You are his sister." He released you, and your head drooped down. You felt completely depleted.

"I couldn't give a rat's about the Resistance or any kind of group working for or against you. I came alone, I worked alone and I only want one thing - my brother." You could feel tears well in your eyes from the mindreading pain, but you held them back.

Kylo crossed his hands behind his back and turned his back to you, seemingly in thought.

"I'm willing to give your brother freedom, under one circumstance."

"Anything." You replied desperately.

"You become part of us."

You gulped. Okay, maybe NOT anything. But seriously? "What? That isn't fair!"

"Let me remind you that you were the one that got yourself into this predicament, and let me especially highlight the fact that you were caught. Did you really expect not to reap any of the consequences for your actions? Your claim, on the contrary, is what's unfair here because I didn't intrude a First Order base. YOU did. Now, under normal circumstances intruders are executed. But your case is… unique." He scolded you. What a nice way to basically say you're a hostage. "You will allow me to train you, and when the time comes you will lend us your power. Right now you are hesitant, but that's because you don't see your potential."

"Can't we negotiate in some other way?" You pleaded. You didn't care for political affairs, you just wanted to go back home with Roth.

"It's not exactly a choice." He faced you, in a dark tone.

"So I'm really a hostage now." You concluded, your voice sounding icier than you expected.

"I wouldn't say it like that. However, by accepting, you are pledging allegiance to the First Order. Be mindful of what you decide to do from this moment forward - you, and Roth." It was strange to hear Kylo pronounce your brother's voice.

"So it's a ride or die kind of thing, alright… a hostage." You perused around the room with your eyes, looking for a possible escape route.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to get yourself into a potentially worse situation." He scolded you, approaching you and pushing you back into your seat by your shoulders. His leather clad fingers were warm against your bare shoulders. You weren't sure if he'd read your mind or if you were simply that obvious about escaping.

"Fine. You win." You murmured, a tone of defeat heavy in your voice. "I just want Roth to be okay."

"Soon enough you will not see this as punishment, but as an opportunity." He said softly. He was trying to convince you, probably sweet talk you into collaborating. You now knew it was wise to comply. You just wanted Roth to be okay. Kylo knelt by your chair, proceeding to undo the restraints himself. He was so close to you, you could see his chest heave softly under the robes. He had a particular (but by far not unpleasant smell) which reminded you of sandalwood. You'd almost forgotten he was a regular human just you, it was strange for him to smell like something. He was no longer rough, but gentle with you. His long fingers grazed against your wrists as he undid the metal cuffs, then proceeding to your feet, caring to not chafe your ankles as he began to unbuckle the restraints.

He was so careful with you… What the hell were you thinking? Were you developing Stockholm's Syndrome this early in the game? You shook your head lightly, as to dispel your budding attraction away. You had some major issues if you were starting to like someone who just threatened to kill you if you double-crossed him. But a small part of you suspected that this man just may have his soft spot. Somewhere. He tossed the restraints aside with a loud clang. You rubbed the inside of your wrists, relieved that you didn't have to be in those things a minute longer.

"Come." Kylo stepped towards the doorway, gesturing for you to follow him.

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"Have you ever used the Force previously?" Kylo asked, brushing a leaf off of his robes.

The two of you were now in a solitary forest on a nearby planet. Kylo decided to dock (discreetly, or relatively anyway, you were surrounded by many Stormtroopers patrolling the area) to give you an opportunity to get out and hone your skills in nature. On the planet it seemed to be fall, the tree leaves bearing a golden orange and red color. The air smelled like pines, and it relaxed you. Slightly. You were still upset about the hostage thing.

"I didn't even know I was able to use The Force." You murmured, bothered.

"We'll start with something simple." He placed a palm-size, smooth gray rock over a tree stump. "Try to move it. Close your eyes, and concentrate."

"Okay." You complied, sitting in front of the stump and closing your eyes.

Concentrate, think think… You tried to image the rock moving and twisting in your head.

You felt a sharp pull in your chest; time seemed to stop around you. Everything felt so much slower, precise…. This must be the force…?

You could feel a heavy force pull around the rock, and you envisioned it grasping the rock… Okay, now it's time to lift… You imagined a lifting motion, the pull became stronger… you grew excited and opened your eyes…

The rock hadn't even budged.

"I could have sworn I was moving it! Ugh, I'll try again…" You murmured, and closed your eyes once more. One, two, three, four entire minutes passed with your eyes closed. Nothing happened.

"This is a lot harder than I thought." You muttered, defeated. You propped your hands over your knees and rested your head.

Suddenly, Kylo sauntered behind you, holding your wrists behind your back. His hand gripped your hair, close to your skull and pulled back. He then positioned himself behind you and your exposed neck, holding a small dagger to your throat. He pushed your torso against his own to stabilize your movements. His stomach felt hard underneath the robes, and you could feel his breath tingle your neck. "What the fuck?!" You tried to look at his face, but you stopped after you realized the blade had already began to slice into the soft skin of your neck.

"Get… OFF!" You screamed, and suddenly a force pushed Kylo's hand away from your neck. The impact of the blow sent the dagger flying, burying itself into a mound of dirt. Kylo stood where he was, nodding. "It worked."

"WHAT worked? You're fucking CRAZY!" You stared at him, incredulous.

Kylo smirked, holding back a laugh. "You're so out of touch with your abilities, that you only know how to use them under stress." He crossed his arms over his chest, amused by your burst of anger. "I'll have to recreate similar scenarios for you in the future if we want your abilities to develop faster." You clenched your fists, letting out an angry groan. You then sighed, throwing a stick at his feet after letting out some of your anger.

"This is insane, you're insane… but…."

But he only brushed you off, which made you angrier. "You can continue to practice in your quarters."

You stared at the ground, losing yourself in thought. Well, it HAD worked. The potential you had… you started to grasp a little bit of what Kylo had spoken about earlier. "….A-Actually… you know what?… let's try that again." You muttered.

Kylo stared long and hard at you, refusing to believe what he just heard. "You want me to do it again so you can tell me how fucking crazy I am for the second time?"

"….N-No, I'm actually interested in improving." You shot him a determined look. "Let me get the dagger again. You could try surprising me with it again and maybe I can get a little better…" You returned to the dirt mound where the. "I think it's he-" Just as you were about to point towards the dirt mound, you felt yourself trip. Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain. "Ow! What was th…" You tried to lift yourself slowly, but you noticed half of the dagger had sunken into thigh.

"SHIT!" You screamed. "Kylo!"

Kylo rushed to your side. He knelt to your side immediately, and propped you up so that you were sitting on your butt with your legs outstretched. Eyeing the dagger, he withdrew it rather roughly (causing you to cry in pain). He tore a piece of his robe, long and thin. His long fingers gripped the bottom of your thigh, rising it slowly and began to wrap the piece of cloth around your thigh forming a tourniquet. He examined the wound.

"You'll be fine, it's not that deep, we'll have it disinfected and treated." He murmured, apparently in an attempt to calm you down.

This was what was so weird about Kylo. The man known for being such a cruel and powerful man, on his knees helping you… he could've just waited for someone else to help you, one of his soldiers, but he did instead. He even tore his clothing for you.

You weren't so sure if the rumors you'd heard about it could be true. Maybe there really WAS a glimmer of kindness in this man. "Thank you." You breathed, trying to steady your breathing in an attempt to block out the pain.

"Sir!? Is everything alright?" You could hear a Trooper call from the brush.

"Yes." Kylo replied, sizing up the soldier. "The girl needs medical assistance, dispatch a unit immediately to fetch her."

"Yes sir! And… Sir… I mean I heard the cries but… Actually I was on the way to deliver some… important news… The engineer…" He looked nervous, his head slightly bowed. His entire body language just seemed off.

"Roth Santrine… his cell was found empty."

(Aaaaaaand I'll go ahead and end it here. C: I'll try to release Chapter 3 by Saturday and then it's twice a week from there on out! Thank you so much for reading!)