The young stormtrooper that had been called to the general's quarters found himself shaken. He had never spoken to General Hux before tonight, but he had quickly discovered what kind of a man the fearsomely ambitious general truly was. He had given him something; a shot in the arm that had left him disoriented. The thought of what had happened to him next is what made him so sick.

The General forced sex upon him so violently that his body physically hurt; it was something that he would never want to experience again. When he had forced his way inside of him tears welled up in the boy's eyes at the feeling of it. The young man felt as if he had been split open repeatedly. It was such an unnatural thing to him, which was made even worse by the general finishing inside of him. He felt dirty, disgusting, and tainted forever. He could never look at his commanding officers the same way ever again. Were they all power-hungry freaks like him? And what exactly had he ever done to deserve a gut wrenching peek into their world?

While he was penetrating him Hux kept telling him that if he resisted his advances that he would kill him and the rest of his unit. Hux would tell him how there were so many of them, none of them actually mattered, and that they would be easy to dispose of if any trouble were to arise.

Now that the boy was sitting at the edge of the general's bed, naked and clutching his clothes, he didn't know what to think. If he told someone what had happened, would they even believe him? If he spoke to the others about it -alerted them- could he possibly prevent this from happening to any of his comrades?

This made him think about how highly he had thought of his commander before the encounter. He and the boys in his unit had cheered Hux on at Starkiller Base and beyond, and as a teenager at the training school aboard Dominion he had been one of his biggest inspirations. A young officer with ambition. Now, to the boy at least, he was just a selfish thief.

The man laid stretched across his bed with a thick brown cigar smoldering in his mouth; the smoke, ashes, and twisted sheets were the only dirty things in the otherwise sterile room. Everything was ghastly tidy, as if he didn't use the room for anything but sleep. Looking at him now though, you would have thought he was a slob. He glared at the stormtrooper with thin blue eyes as the slow, grey smoke explored the space around him.

"GG-498," he started suddenly, his voice startling but his body still. "Do you know why I did this to you?"

The boy looked at him over his bare shoulder as he took another long, comfortable drag from his cigar. He felt scared that he might answer incorrectly, but felt that honesty would be the best option. "No sir, I don't know." He croaked, holding back tears. He shivered and looked at the floor.

Hux spread a long grin over his face and blew smoke from his nose like a dragon in the direction of his young victim. He sat up and leaned towards him. "Because you remind me of my precious and my untouchable one. With that black curly hair of yours you look like Kylo Ren from behind. I noticed that about you when you were at the academy. Your nose is not as pronounced, however, and your teeth are straighter." He chuckled to himself quietly. "Though I doubt that you've ever seen him without his helmet, have you?"

The boy swallowed. "No sir."

Hux eyed him up and down, following the dotted line of his spine until it reached the place that he had taken for his own. "How old are you, GG-498?"

He did not move. "19, sir."

"Ask me how old I am, GG-498."

"How old are you, sir?"

Suddenly General Hux grabbed the glass of wine that he had kept by his bedside and threw it at the boy, drenching him in the purplish liquid. "Never ask a man his age, boy! It's impolite." He took the glass and threw it onto the metal floor, shattering it.

The young man did not move from his spot, just as Hux had told him to after he had finished with him. As much as he wanted to leave -as much as he wanted to run- he couldn't. The faces of his friends wouldn't let him. Instead, he remained seated subserviently on his commander's bed like a wet dog.

"Promise me that you won't tell anyone about how I conquered you." said Hux, calm again. "We wouldn't want to have me executed for being a homosexual freak show, now would we? I've done such an excellent job of hiding it up until this point- if you don't count that little run in with my father-in-law, the old bastard. Can you believe how I got out of that one? Getting Snoke to force my precious Ren into an arranged marriage with a half-breed, Pyrthveean whore and pretending not to be bothered by it? Now trust me, boy. That's hard! And we wouldn't want to do all of this hard work for nothing, right?"

The boy looked at him and watched as the other man's face twitched in an odd way as he spoke, acting as if the boy would actually know what he was talking about. He quickly replied with, "Right, sir. I promise, I won't say anything."

Hux flipped the switch again. "Well, with the way you're looking at me I don't know if I can believe that. Wipe that stupid look off of your face, you little ingrate."

"Yes, sir."

"It's like you aren't even the least bit impressed! Do you know what I've done? What I've accomplished?"

The young man jumped at these last words; at the other man's senseless screaming. He frowned with misery, but nodded his head nonetheless and assured him with, "Yes, sir. I know that you are a... a great man."

Without any hint of warning General Hux pulled a blaster pistol out of his night stand and shot the young man right in the eye, killing him instantly. The back of his head exploded before he fell lifeless to the floor, a pool of bright red blood gushing onto the silver tiles of the bedroom below. His hands let loose the clothes that he had been holding so tightly against himself and dropped them to his side, exposing himself. His other eye was left wide open to gaze at the mess posthumously. The blood soaked into his hair like oil.

Hux stood up, pulling up his underwear slovenly, scratching his back with the weapon and yawning. The look in his eyes was as lifeless as the dead boy's below him; he felt nothing as he stared. Walking over to him he gazed for a moment then squatted down beside the body, continuing the conversation from earlier. "I'm sorry, but you know that you couldn't be trusted. That little mouth runs a mile a minute, I'm sure. Poor devil."

He took two of his fingers and stuck them in the puddle of blood forever expanding on his floor. When they were soaked in it he took them to his mouth and licked them clean. "This is what happens when I don't get my way. When I don't get what I want and what I deserve." he babbled to the corpse like a madman. He stood up again, but never broke eye contact with the bullet wound. "Don't worry about being lonely, though. There will be more of you before this little game is over."

Suddenly Hux grabbed his abdomen in pain. Getting nauseous, he knew that his symptoms were acting up again. He even began to sweat, the droplets forming at his head per usual. He remembered the newest prescription in the drawer that was supposed to help with this and quickly turned around to the bed. Although it didn't bother him after spending a few hours with Careolein, his more intense sexual escapade with the stormtrooper had not helped him tonight. He was exhausted.

Calmly he returned to his bed and sat down, opening the drawer to return the blaster to its home and to get a good look at his options. Beside the weapon's case were bottle upon bottle of pills and elixirs, all of which he methodically pulled out and onto the top of the bedside table. After he poured a few into his pale hand he threw them into his mouth and grabbed the bottle of wine from nearby, chugging them down. He repeated this three more times with dozens of different pills until finally he'd finished his evening round.

His head was dizzy from his narcotic cocktail, but his mind was clear enough to comprehend what was written on the now empty bottle he was holding. Denon Farriglian Vineyards, Cabernet Sauvignon.

Hux threw it against the wall and screamed.

"In order for this to work, what do I have to do?" asked Kattran, her serious face illuminated with the strange, reflective glow of the star destroyers cruising beside them outside.

Even with the thin light of the stars, the room where she stood lay in a murky darkness that she suspected had been living within its walls for quite some time. It's sole inhabitant had welcomed it upon his arrival, and for him it neglected the light for his comfort. This place was incredibly special to him; it gave him the solace he so obviously desired. Standing there, saying all of these things, thinking all of these thoughts, Kattran couldn't help but feel like she was intruding. He wasn't saying anything. His body language was unyielding. Something wasn't right.

She crossed her arms in front of herself and finally, giving up on getting a positive answer, shifted her spectral eyes to the floor. His silence was frightening her; the darkness of the bedroom was encompassing her in her glowing white night gown like it was a piece of dust, or a lost star in the void. She felt like she was talking to no one, and she couldn't find a way to prove herself wrong. She couldn't find anything to give her hope. His cold eyes were what turned her away.

"Don't you understand?" whispered the statue, distant and mocking. "This will never work. There is nothing between us, and there never will be." Kylo Ren stepped a bit closer to her and out of his shadows, his piercing eyes drilling an invisible hole through her skull.

The woman felt him looking at her but did not move. She whispered to him, "Why do you say such things?"

The tall man took his hand and, in a great swing, slapped Kattran. "Quit your whimpering and get on the bed! The quicker I can fuck you the sooner you can leave, girl."

Tears found their way to Kattran's eyes as she grabbed her cheek where she was struck. She eyed him in disbelief. "I have a name!" she sobbed. "I won't let you treat me this way! You can't do this to me!"

"Of course I can do this to you!" Kylo grabbed her hands tightly, forcing her to stand still. "You're my wife by order of the Supreme Leader. And if you're not willing to accept that then I will gladly tell him of this insubordination myself! I'll tamper with your mind just like before if I have to."

A look of true horror flashed in her eyes at his words. Memories holding fragments of the pain she had felt in the chamber with Snoke poked themselves into her psyche, the feeling of the mental scraping too much for her to bare. Her tears became more insistent now and shown no sign of stopping; not with the possibility of being tortured again in her not so distant future. Kattran could picture Snoke in her head now, warning her about Kylo Ren. Knowing how much Kylo Ren loves this technique, he had said, I'm sure that this won't be the last experience for you.

Her heart began to race as the man let go of her hands. The look in his eye was odd and uneasy to interpret. Afraid that he was about to use that strange magic on her again, she quickly cried, "Please, no! I'll cooperate! I don't mean to cause any trouble."

He sneered at her, unblinking. "Then take off your clothes. Lie on the bed."

After a few moments his command registered in her brain, and slowly, nervously, she began to unlace her nightgown. Working her thin fingers through the intricately woven front of the gown, she opened it up, exposing her chest. She then grabbed either arm of the dress and worked the long white garment up and over her head. Her thick black curls bounced against her bare back as she dropped the thing onto the ground. She was completely naked.

Seeing her bare skin illuminated in the glow of the star destroyer fleet excited Kylo's natural fervor, and within him a small bit of desire for her began to grow. He enjoyed the look of her breasts, and imagined them to be very soft and smooth. Although, her body was fleshy in places, and her thighs were thick and sturdy, but it did not matter very much to him. He did not come into this situation expecting perfection. If there were one thing about her physicality that was anywhere close to perfect, he thought, it would have to be those possessing eyes of hers. They were disgustingly unique to him; a temptation all their own. Watching them flitter across the room- looking everywhere but at him- caused the feelings within him to stir.

Feeling shy, the girl quickly sat down on the bed and covered herself with her hands. She looked at the ground for a while until Kylo came and gently pushed her down into a laying position. He left her there, staring at the ceiling, while he undid his pants and stepped out of them. Now there wasn't an inch of cloth between them. Still not quite ready for her and not about to actually touch her, he took his hand and began to stroke himself until he was erect. Becoming entangled with this woman wasn't in the cards for Kylo; attachment was impossible, and if he could make this as unpleasurable as possible, the chances for that to happen would become slim. He decided then and there to avoid her body, and to only do what he had to.

The girl bit her lip worriedly as she lay flat across the mattress, her arms open in defeat for fear of the inevitable. The coldness in the room had caused goosebumps to raise themselves across her body, and she wished that she were wrapped in the covers that had been tossed away to the side of her, twisted as if Kylo Ren had woken up and rolled them into a ball. His bed smelled like clean linen and rain water; like a storm in the summer. She could smell the scent of the soap from his baths that had worn into the sheets, and wondered if once he went to sleep this evening he would be able to pick apart her scents so well.

So many things about him were putting knots into her stomach, and an honest voice in her head told her that she was looking forward to this. To making love to him. Her cheeks were pink at the thought of it, and her body was reacting the way that it was supposed to in situations like these. Between her legs her primal natures had gone to work, and she knew that she was dripping. She had felt this way before and remembered the feeling well. And she also knew that it wasn't this way when it had happened with Hux.

Kattran remembered that day well. Too well. It had hurt her so badly when he had taken her, and it seemed to have lasted forever. Would it be easier now with Kylo Ren now that her virginity was gone? Would he be mad that she had been taken by someone else? Her heart fluttered even more speedily now, and a worried hand moved its way to her mouth in contemplation. She was even more terrified to look at him. Why hadn't I thought of this sooner?

A few words from Kylo snapped her out of the daze. "I'm going to need you to spread your legs." he said, standing above her and the edge of the bed. He was obviously ready, she noticed, and immediately opened up for him. His dark eyes moved down to get a good look. "Surprising. I wasn't expecting you to be so excited for me. But then again, this sort of behavior shouldn't be so shocking in the daughter of a Pyrthveean slut."

Kattran swallowed, incredibly embarrassed. "Please, just... Just do it." she whispered, about to cry. She thought about her mother and her reputation, surprised that Lord Ren knew so much about her past when she had just learned for herself only hours before. Kattran wondered if he held her in the same regard; her body certainly made it hard to deny. She covered her mouth in shame, waiting for him to enter her.

A rough hand grabbed her left thigh. Her eyes jutted to his as he grabbed himself to aim for the entryway. His tip laid itself against the exterior of her entrance as he began to lean in with his hips, forcing it to move in. Feeling the solid thing spread her open, Kattran couldn't help but let a muffled sound escape her lips. It was an oddly surreal sensation as the skin of Kylo's parts rubbed against her innermost walls. She assumed that the slick substance inside her had made her slippery and much easier to penetrate, but there was still a bit of awkward pain for Kattran. She hadn't participated in any form of intercourse since the incident four years prior, and thankfully she had tightened since then. After Hux had finished with her she had been afraid that she would be permanently ruined and torn.

Within a few seconds of his penetration a familiar, abrasive feeling began to peel its way back into her thoughts. It had been so utterly painful that day. He had been so violent with her; especially after he had hit her across the head. She had felt uncomfortably dizzy and out of control, as if she were drunk, with him busily tearing away at her lower half. With her hands covering her mouth she began to cry as the sick feeling of Hux's skin replaced her own, just as he had done that afternoon. Covering her mouth so that she wouldn't scream, he had destroyed her quickly and furiously, leaving her bloodied, bruised, and broken.

Tears streamed down her face as Kylo began pushing himself in and out of her. She felt herself wanting to curl into a ball, but she dared not move. She was already turning into a laughing stock. She couldn't even have sex without crying. I must look so hideous, she thought, her body moving back and forth with his motions. He'll make fun of me! He hates me!

Kylo Ren couldn't help but to notice how hard Kattran was sobbing beneath him. He rolled his eyes and stopped, holding himself inside of her. Although she was excellently tight and squeaky clean, he had come to realize that he had never broken through a hymen. Was that what she was crying about?

"You aren't a virgin?" he asked coldly, giving her a questioning glance. "You act like your standards are through the roof, yet you've obviously done something that you aren't very proud about. Just look at those tears. You're crying like a baby!"

Kattran's green eyes were open wide, but the usual cheerful shine that had made them so beautiful had left them. It was as if she weren't looking at anything at all. Suddenly she sobbed, "Please don't hurt me! Please stop!"

Kylo grabbed her thighs tightly, probably leaving a bruise. "What?" he screamed. "What's you're problem, whore? Am I not good enough for you now?"

Her hands wrapped themselves around her head. "General, please! Why are you doing this to me? Please stop! Please stop!"

His eyes widened. The voice of his master Snoke rang in his head, reminding him of something. If Kattran was a force sensitive, could she be hallucinating at this very moment? Her eyes were almost paranormally afflicted with a thick, unseeing film. This could be a force vision.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, pulling himself out of her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "Snap out of it, girl! Speak to me!"

"No!" she screamed, jerking about and fighting to free herself from him. Her face had contorted itself into one of complete torment as she screamed and cried, "You're hurting me! Don't do this! ... Hux, please don't do this!"

He released her from his grasp and blinked. Had he heard right? She was putting up such a fight over General Hux? Kylo slowly backed away from his convulsing bride and stared in disbelief. His mind raced back over the past few days, scanning his memories for anything that might clue him in on what was going on. He jumped back to the golden shimmer of the Order gala and the exotic dances in the garden. From there he saw the lobster and the innumerable black uniforms, as well as the white gowns of desperate school girls. He heard the low rumble of a pompous crowd, and the whine of the violins from the opposite end of the long wooden hall. His seat above the dance floor was beside a dozen other marble chairs. And there he was. The general she was screaming about so forcibly. His red hair was the color of the chandeliers.

"Your daughter would surely reject my smouldering friend here as well as the others, I am assured. I have never met a pickier person."

His forehead had wrinkled at the mention of her name; Kylo remembered. Her father had been sure to inform them of Kattran's rejection, and for that he had shriveled. He had been so sore about it. Too sore.

"Who says that you would have to love her?"

Hux had pushed him so hard that night in the garden to take her as a wife. Why? What was going on? And what was he hiding?

"Do I sense pity for this creature?"

With images of the reptilian General Hux floating around in his head, he looked out onto his wife and frowned. He had to know. She was already in pain anyway; what more could mind reading do? Seeing her thrash against an invisible hand was incredibly real. In other words, Kylo knew that she couldn't be making this up. He did not read those feelings from her, and he knew when a person was in pain. He decided that he would come to the bottom of this before she hurt herself.

Standing a good distance away, he picked up a chair that was laying on its side and sat in it, almost as if it were a spectator sport. Calmly he cleared his mind, dismissing any unneeded thoughts just as his master had taught him. Now highly skilled in mind control, he barely pushed on her psyche before it opened for him. It was already occupied with other, more troublesome things. It had already been invaded by a foreign force, and it was causing an intense current to stir within her.

Kylo Ren's energy was nearly dragged into the whirlpool of the memory, but he quickly latched on to others for stability. The two that he had grabbed were delicate and cherished. Glancing over them revealed an image of a little dog and a finely tuned instrument, but those were not what he was interested in at the moment. With his physical eyes he watched as Kattran's body jerked to a halt, her brain finally registering his presence. His third eye continued the search, moving through memory after memory until finally he found an easier way to enter the casm. He pushed his energy into the fidgeting thing until finally it let him in, slamming the door shut behind him.

A sense of heat washed over him as he was welcomed into the action.

Thank you all for reading my little story! Reviews are always welcomed and appreciated, so feel free to tell me what you thought about the chapter!

Love ya mean it,

Molly