a/n: warning stockholm syndrome. been like that for a while.

Six days.

That was how long she had been here.

Huh.

It seemed much longer.

Six days.

It felt like weeks.

Six days it took for her to be here, with her legs wrapped around him. Six days for her to allow him to kiss her and for her to kiss him in return. It's frightening how she fell. What seemed like weeks was only in a matter of a few days. His cock is buried deep into her, pulsating. Twitching. It took a while for him to stretch her out but now he was in and she doesn't know how to get out of this.

This...this wasn't sex.

This was something else.

It wasn't love that was certain.

This - this was bond. This was connection.

She hears him humming in pleasure. She looks up at him and finds him staring down at their joined parts. They fit, that surprises her. They fit. "It's a beautiful thing," he states faintly. There's satisfaction in his tone, his eyes fixated at what he was doing to her body - to her. She's wet - spilling out in pleasure while he was nestled in, pulsating - almost there.

It feels painful.

It feels good.

This man was in her, this man was hers. This man had been, even before she was born.

Rey blinked at the sight.

This wasn't right.

"Do I please you?" he asks her then.

She doesn't answer. She's falling - trying to hold on to something.

His eyes darken but he reaches for her cheek gently. A wonderful strategy it was because she falters.

"Physically you do," she mumbled out of spite, attempting to suppress her moans. He's still thrusting into her but she takes herself out, watching them spill just a bit. All the blood had rushed down to his cock and it was coated in her. "This is wrong. I feel disgusted with myself. Dirty."

Kylo tilted his head at her, his eyes darkening more. She doesn't even see his pupils anymore. He grabs her by her thighs then, pulling her closer to him. "Let me clean you up then." He parts her thighs and nestles in between them, putting his mouth on her wet cunt.

She winces slightly but settles in to the sensation.

His tongue laps all over her before sinking into her folds and sucking on them. Rey shut her eyes and bites the bottled up pleasure onto his shoulder.

"You can scream," he murmurs as he drinks her. "It doesn't matter if anyone hears. Everyone knows that you are mine."

His words don't comfort her at all. She keeps biting his skin, biting the screams and moan away. She's far too proud to make a sound. He doesn't argue with her and finishes her off until she couldn't suppress herself. She screams and ends with a satisfied sigh.

He wipes his wet mouth, letting out a smirk at the sight of her flushed face. She's covered in herself, this sweet thick substance. He leans down and fingers her a bit to build up her arousal again. He does this gently with a stern stare. Her legs twitch slightly to close but she opens them wide for him. What's done is done. She couldn't take it back - she couldn't - so why not finish?

They position themselves without any defiance or refusal. The second she wrapped her legs around his waist, he took her.

She kisses his neck but for all the reasons. She kisses to repulse herself but she doesn't feel anything. The sinking feeling in her heart had vanished. She kisses to pull herself back but at this moment, this felt right. She kisses for that smile of his.

She moves up to his mouth. He takes her lips with enthusiasm, with a curved smile - she wondered when was the last time he smiled. She kisses along that smile and sees an memory of Han and Leia reuniting after a long time. There are tears in Leia's eyes, and Rey could hear Leia sighing in relief, filling the empty hole that Han had left. It startles Rey that she pauses. Kylo pauses soon after and frowns. He senses her discomfort again.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

Her heart skips a beat at the sight of his face softening in a delicate manner.

"No," she says. She kisses him up quickly and sees a young Ben comforting his young mother. Leia was crying in her room. Han had left - and Ben was there, trying to make her smile. She puts up a pretty face for him but young Ben knew. He wasn't good enough. He was never good enough.

"Han always left her. Left her for months at a time until finally it became years." He pauses and sighs. "I wonder when did he become old," he lets out a laugh but it was hallow. It was a sound of regret. Remorse. Sound of broken child. "The last time I saw him out final time, he was young. He had color in his hair, with a bit of grey. He was strong, he was sturdy. Those thirteen years did a number on him. I wonder how Leia looks."

"There's some color to her hair," Rey mumbles. She finds her fingers running through his hair. "There's lines on her face but there's fire in her eyes."

"I will never leave you," he murmurs.

Her heart twists up into a knot - she kisses him again.

Anytime he tries to speak, she silences him. She silences him with tugging at his hair and lips, deepening kisses and starting others, and nibbling at his ears. She does this to what seemed like forever.

He finishes. Seconds after she does.

It overwhelms her how when he does her body freezes as she's being filled. It overwhelms her how her body reacts in the same manner as his. It overwhelms her how time stopped.

She's left with the evidence in between her thighs and his head on her chest.

She's skin to skin to the sound of his breathing.

To the sound everything.

She can feel his heart beating, beating onto her chest.

His covered in sweat, slicked from exhaustion. His hair is a mess and it's the first time she's ever seen his hair like this. Damp, clinging to the back of his neck.

She has to leave - this wasn't safe.

She has to -

He shuts his eyes and falls asleep and so did she.

Rey wakes up in the middle of the night. She pulled on her discarded items and leaves.

She doesn't remember when was the last time she attempted to open the door but she puts that behind. The door is opened.

The place is empty.

There is no one.

But she doesn't know how to get out.

It's a maze - it's a prison.

What to her? How could she lose so much track of time? How did she do such a thing with him.

She keeps running, dodging every guard, keeping herself hidden.

This prison was empty, desolate and the only thing that was here were ghosts.

She yelps as a sudden force pulls her. She uses all her strength to turn her head but no one's there.

The only thing that was there was his presence. He was pulling her back with his will.

No. Resist.

Rey, you're not his puppet. Stop.

Stop.

Focus - get control of your limbs - Rey.

Rey.

Stop. Don't submit to his power - use the force.

Good, it's working. Keep focusing. Don't picture him. Don't think about him. Think about the relations you created with others. Think about home. Think of the home in your ship. You're almost there, his bond is weakening. Keeping going farther. You still have time. He's putting on his clothes. You still have time to go before he gets after you. The farther you go, the less control he has on you -

Kylo grabs her then, pulls her back. When did he get here? She doesn't linger about it and puts up a fight. He covers her mouth and carries her back. She's kicking and screaming but he doesn't falter.

Instead he looks down at her with a stern glare. His eyes are lowered and his jaw is set tight. He carries back to her room of a cell. He uncovers her mouth and she freezes. "Do you still want to kill me?" he asks then in a low tone.

Her heart skipped a beat. "No." She doesn't and that's what gets to her. She doesn't.

Kylo locked the door and held her tight. "Then stay."

He's begging. Begging her to stay. With him. He's lonely. Miserable. He wants her. All she could see was the child she was crying for him - looking at his ship that was going farther and farther away until it was gone.

She wants to ball up and cry but she doesn't. She stays firm. "I can't stay. I don't belong here."

"You will. You are a scavenger. You are designed to adapt and change."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Your training begins tomorrow."