The next time Kylo Ren returned to Rey's cell, she was fast asleep in the interrogation chair. Her body was still stretched out and bound to the chair with her head rested in the middle of the chair due to the fact that her body was so short. The three buns that her hair was tied in were beginning to come lose, and strands of her hair were falling across her face in loose, wispy waves. Kylo stared down at the young girl as the door closed behind him, a sudden peace soothing through his anger as he stared down at the serene and sanguine girl. As if she knew that he was watching her, Rey's eyes opened slowly, her vision blurring until she blinked twice more and her vision cleared. When she noticed that Kylo Ren was standing before her and staring down at her, she sat up straight in her chair, cursing herself for being so foolish as to fall asleep in the enemy's territory. Kylo Ren knelt down until he was face to face with the young Scavenger, and then, instead of using the anger and hate that was burning in his soul and flowing throughout his veins, he decided to attempt to try another way of manipulation.

"Rey," he spoke, his voice soft and alluring as he reached up and unlocked his mask from his suit. He slowly took off his helmet and set it down on the floor next to him, raising his head to look into Rey's eyes with his own.

"Rey," he repeated, tilting his head to the side as he watched the Scavenger scrunch her face up in confusion. He moved his face closer to hers, watching as her breath began to become uneven and more frequent.

"Stop. What are you doing?" She whispered, and he took delight in the conflict that he saw in her eyes. He saw hatred and fury burning her brown orbs, beautiful anger that he knew he could control and morph into passion, into a road that would lead her to choosing the same life that he chose.

"You're overthinking everything; stop thinking so much," Kylo Ren murmured, moving his face another inch towards Rey's. "I know you can feel it to, just let go."

His plan was working deliriously well as he saw Rey visibly struggle with her feelings. If she was struggling to keep them contained, to fight against them, then he knew that there was a large chance that he could convince her to fully submit to the Dark side. She would become a servant, a prodigy, an apprentice of the Supreme Leader. She would train by Kylo Ren's side, under his supervision, and he would keep his anger towards her steady and pounding by doing so. Keeping his anger towards the Scavenger, remaining his hatred towards the girl would result in him being even more powerful. The emotion, the passion, would just make him stronger, and in turn, she would become stronger with her hatred towards him never disappearing.

"I don't want this," Rey spoke, her voice quiet and shaky as she struggled with hiding her obvious lust. As a young and hormonal girl still in her late teenage years, Rey had never seen any sign of lust or attraction towards herself, especially not from someone who was actually attractive like Kylo Ren. Her emotions were hazed and confused by the lust that she was being manipulated out of her by Kylo Ren coming near her. She knew in the back of her mind that this was only the result of chemicals being released in her body, and it wasn't her fault that her body was reacting like this with the shortness of breath exhaling out of her mouth or the fact that she couldn't focus on the fact that she didn't actually want Kylo Ren like that.

"Don't you?" He asked, his mouth just a centimeter and a half away from hers. If he moved any closer, their lips would touch, and Rey knew that that would be her destruction. She knew that he was trying to seduce her, make her bend to his will, to break her soul and spirit and mind.

"I," she muttered and was cut off by the force of his lips crushing against hers. Her eyes flew wide open from where they had been hooded and almost fully shut. She squirmed for a minute under him as she was not able to move away from where the back of her head was pinned to the chair. After a moment, she decided to not fight back and to let the kiss happen. She closed her eyes, and against all radical judgement, she let go of her inhibitions and kissed Kylo Ren back. His tongue pushed against her mouth, and instead of letting him in, instead of submitting herself to him in a submissive manner, Rey slipped her tongue out and fought with his, invoking in a dancing manner with his tongue. When she pulled back for a moment, he tried to slip his tongue into her mouth, and she bit it with a flash of anger and violence, reminding her of why she didn't want Kylo Ren in the first place, enforcing her to remember what her mission to Master Luke Skywalker was.

She managed to wrench her face from his, but he didn't stop kissing her face. He moved from the corner of her lips across her cheek and to the corner of her jaw where he bit down. She cursed as he moved to her ear and sucked for a moment on her earlobe. Rey's eyes open wide as she reveled in the sensations being caused to her body before she pushed his head away from her own. Her breath was uneven as was his and she stared at him with wide and feral eyes. Kylo Ren looked down at the Scavenger as she tried to get the cuffs off of her wrists and ankles. He watched as she closed her eyes and attempted to concentrate to no avail. Her concentration was wracked by his kiss, by the burning passion she had been forced to endure from him, by the anger that she felt so hot and red sweltering inside her veins. He smirked in delight as she found that she could not concentrate and rely on the Force in order to unlock her wrists and ankles.

"You bastard," she muttered, turning her eyes up to glare at Kylo Ren. His smirk became even larger as he stared down at the girl he hated so dearly.

"You wanted it to, my dear Scavenger. You wanted that kiss even more than I did," he assured her, his voice low and convincing. His voice shook a bit as he remembered the passionate moment that he had just encountered. It had been his first kiss, and as inexperienced as he was, he had known what to do due to thoughts that he had encountered in the minds of others.

"I hate you," Rey spat at him, her breath uneven, and her chest heaving as she struggled to contain the hatred that she felt in her very core, the hatred that she promised her Master that she had under control, the passion that she promised herself that she would never encounter as long as she lived under the Jedi Code (which was as long as she was concerned she was going to live anyways). Kylo Ren glared back at the Scavenger brat, feeling her emotions swirling within him which only made his more enhanced and violent.

"The feeling is mutual," he informed her, standing up straight and pressing his helmet back on top of his head. He watched as she thrashed against her bonds in attempts to escape him, to escape the anger and passion that she felt, to escape the lust and desire that she knew she had felt for him and still did even in the throes of her anger. He turned and left the room, leaving her back arched and her body wrenching in the bonds of her chair.

"Let me go!" Rey shouted as he turned to the leave the room. He glanced back down at her body struggling on the plain interrogation chair. "Let me go!"

Kylo Ren left then, leaving the room feeling more powerful than he ever had in his whole life. It was time to report to the Supreme Leader on his findings of the girl's anger and passion, on his findings that the Scavenger would be very easy to manipulate even further and turn fully to the Dark side.

"Let me go," Rey whimpered as Kylo Ren left the room. Deep in his soul, he still felt nothing but anger and a hint of lust as he left the struggling girl behind and meandered quickly to his Master.

I know, I know. It's a lot shorter, almost one thousand words, shorter than the last chapter, and over one thousand words shorter than the first chapter, but this needed to end here. As a writer, I felt this is where the chapter needed to close, and the angst will resume in Chapter Four.

But hey! There was some smooching going on, right? And, everyone's favorite best friend, some angst and passion between Kylo and Rey! I personally love the angst that I witness between them in other fanfics, and I especially enjoyed the angst that I made in this chapter here.

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