Kylo shows Rey a few things she really probably never wanted to see...

***CHAPTER WARNINGS*** Non-con, as well as connotations of incest. PLEASE take heed before reading. Thanks.

Two Things

Bang!

The loud noise startled Rey awake. She panicked, not immediately recognising her surroundings until her mind and her vision properly came into focus. Lights shone brightly, causing pain to her tired eyes.

Her natural reaction was to try and move, of course. Upon doing so, she realised she was tied down. Her eyes darted down, seeing she was once again, strapped to, what could only be, the interrogation chair of Kylo Ren. Now it all came back to her. His descent on her and Luke's peace and quiet.

Something caught her eye to the left, her head whipping round to have a look. That's when she saw him, the nightmarish figure of Kylo Ren looming nearby, this time already unmasked, his scarred face in full view. The scar that she gave to him. A gloved hand hovered over the source of the noise which had awoken Rey. His helmet which he had dropped into his morbid little grave of ashes.

Rey moved her head to face forward, sighing internally. She couldn't believe she was back in this place.

She subtly attempted to move her arms, quietly without Ren noticing. Perhaps if she could just gain a little bit of an upper hand, she could get herself out of this mess.

But Kylo Ren had impeccable hearing, the tug of her restraints catching his attention.

"Well, well... Look who's awake." Kylo Ren crooned.

Rey could feel the tears threatening but she refused to give him the satisfaction. She continued to stare straight ahead.

Kylo Ren stood, his towering form striding over to where Rey was restrained. She glanced up to see a smirk on his face. She got a closer look at the scar and was happy she had branded him in such a way. She wasn't a vengeful person, but for what he'd done to the people she loved and for what he was doing now, she was glad.

"What do you want?" She hissed.

"You know perfectly well what I want." He replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Luke."

Kylo said nothing.

"You know where he is now, you could have just waited."

"Oh, but this way is going to be so much better."

"WHY don't you just leave us alone, in peace?"

Another evil smirk spread across his face as he crouched down beside her. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Leaving you and lover boy to do... the filthy things you've been doing." Kylo's face winced at his own words.

Rey's face flushed, knowing that he knew. Feeling embarrassed. How much did he know? Had he seen? Had he watched? She couldn't bear to think about it.

"Disgusting." He added.

She chose not to respond, not even looking at him, trying as desperately as she could to focus on the Force, praying that she would be able to break free.

He knew what was in her mind. He was probing slightly. "There's no point trying, scavenger. You know you won't win."

"All you are is a monster who hurts people. Aren't you ashamed of what you've become?"

"Aren't you?" He retorted.

"Why should I be ashamed?"

"Why? Why?" He raised his eyebrows and huffed out a sarcastic titter. But then, he leaned in even closer to her. "You talk about the things I do. But what about you, hm? Little scavenger. Pretending to be a Jedi."

"I AM a Jedi... Or at least... I will be." She spoke quietly.

Kylo Ren laughed, leaving Rey with a feeling of humiliation. She suddenly felt so small and meek. Suddenly felt foolish. Was she a fool, to try and think she could still become a Jedi? Technically, she and Luke were breaking the rules. But it's not as if there was a Jedi Council anymore. Maybe she and Luke could do things differently. Maybe there could be a way that Jedi could live their lives with love and compassion.

Kylo began circling Rey in a predatory fashion. "That's not how it works, Rey."

"You know NOTHING!" She spat.

The cloaked figure chuckled again. "Oh, Rey..." He circled again until he was back in front of her, not coming down to her level this time. Rey looked up at him, "...so naïve. You would grimace if you knew what I know."

Rey huffed, so sure that Kylo was simply muttering words to make her nervous, to make her think too much. She wouldn't let him irk her.

"What don't I know? Why don't you fill me in, if you're so clever?" She retorted. Kylo's face was serious as he inched closer. Rey almost immediately regretted her words.

Kylo leant over her, his cape flowing around her, a gloved hand, moving up towards the side of her face. She dipped her head away as Kylo took a deep breath in, stepping even closer to her.

His smell permeated her nostrils. Closing his eyes, he reached into her mind causing her to wince. A large, clear image filled her mind.

Luke stood near a bed. "You can do this, sweetheart, I know you can. You're almost there. Just one more push. Keep breathing."

Machines beeped, a woman with red hair was hooked up to a monitor, sweating, moaning and panting. Luke was younger, Rey could see. He was aged, still. Lines on his forehead, wrinkles forming around his eyes and mouth. His hair still brown with youth, however.

"Aaaggghhhh!" a wretched cry came from the woman. And then she slouched exhausted as the room filled with the loud, piercing scream of a child, a repetitive urgent cry escaping its lungs.

"Mara... It's a girl! We have a beautiful daughter!"

Luke was a father?!

The woman had just given birth to a baby. She was slumped against the pillows of the bed, eyes closed, tears rolling down her cheeks. Luke held the child up, the small, wrinkly purple thing that it was. A tear escaped Luke's eye, staring at the child as it continued to cry. The woman eventually opened her eyes and Luke moved over, gently placing the baby on her chest and covering them both with a blanket. Within minutes, the child's cries began to dissipate.

"You did it. I'm so proud of you. She's here. Our beautiful daughter. " Luke kissed the side of the woman's head as she cradled the child.

"Let's call her Reyna," the woman spoke, "Rey for short."

"It's perfect." Luke said as he kissed her again.

Rey was wrenched from the vision and snapped back to reality, her breathing short and rapid, her forehead sweating. She couldn't control her racing heart. She was Luke Skywalker's daughter? He and Mara-Jade were her long-lost parents?

She suddenly felt sick to her stomach, heaving before vomiting on the floor. Kylo stood, retrieving a cold compress and a small bucket which he laid near her. He pressed the compress to her head, before using it to clean up the vomit on her clothes and face. Rey felt humiliated. She'd been having sex with her own flesh and blood. Her head spun. She had way too many questions.

Did Luke know? Did he know she was his daughter? How could he... how could he have done such a thing if he'd known? Maybe he didn't know it was her? But surely... he and Mara-Jade must have left her on Jakku?

Nothing made sense.

Rey suddenly felt humiliated in front of Kylo. Not only for her latest discovery and her foolish actions, but for throwing up on herself, and having her greatest enemy cleaning sick from her face.

Confusion filled her, her mind over-clouding with thoughts she couldn't handle at that moment. She felt embarrassed and wanted him to leave her alone, but somehow, she also found comfort in him cleaning her up.

"It's okay, shh," he comforted. He sensed Rey's unease. She lay her head back and stared off to the side. "You see why this can't continue, Rey..."

She didn't answer. She had nothing. Her life was a lie, everything was a lie.

Kylo leant close to her, attempting to see into her mind. It should have been easy, as she had left herself so open, she had no fight right then. But for some reason, he couldn't. He unstrapped her restraints and gently lifted her from where she lay. They both knew she wasn't going to flee. He could see on her face that she was utterly defeated.

He carried her through to his sleeping area, gently placing her down on his bed. Her eyes couldn't meet his. She stared off to a place where she seemed unreachable. He never stopped looking at her, however.

Kylo began to disrobe, leaving only his underwear on before sliding into the bed next to Rey. She was completely in her own world. He wondered if she were even aware of her surroundings anymore.

She lay lifeless, not even a single tear.

He moved closer to her, beginning to press himself up against her, feeling her delicate body, with his beginning to respond as one would expect. "It's okay, Rey... None of this is your fault. That man is evil."

As he ground his hips against her, his cock hardened, quickly becoming uncomfortable in his underwear. He placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling the soft skin there, his other hand stroking down her body, his cock throbbing with the feel of her.

He soon reached her leggings and began tugging them down.

"I'll make it better, I'll take the pain away."

He pulled her pants and underwear down, his greedy fingers exploring her. His other hand began pulling out her hairbands, unravelling her buns and allowing her hair to fall onto her shoulders. Her scent rolled off her in waves, hitting Kylo's nostrils, making him harder as he pushed his nose into her hair.

He gripped her body tight against his, stroking his cock and parting Rey's legs, pressing two fingers to her entrance. She wasn't wet, she wasn't ready. He felt her beginning to squirm as if she had suddenly come to. Kylo spat on his fingers before moving them back down to touch her. This time she jerked in response. "N-no!" She managed.

"Shhh-shhh, just be still, I've got you."

"No, I don't want..." Kylo cupped a gloved hand around her mouth, before gripping tighter as she fidgeted.

"This is going to make it all better. You'll see." He circled his fingers around her, making her wet enough to penetrate, before he stroked his cock, guiding it to her and quickly slipping inside.

Rey wriggled and thrashed, attempting to escape his grip. She knew it was futile, he was too strong. Being much bigger than her, his body crowded her as he held her and fucked her. She wailed into his gloved hand, his other arm wrapped tightly around her, ensuring she couldn't escape.

"It'll be over quicker if you don't fight it, pet."

Rey thought she was going to be sick again at his words. She knew he was evil, but she had no idea just how corrupt Kylo Ren really was.

She began to give up the fight. It was useless and she was tiring herself out, her muscles aching, her body giving up. It was already happening, she knew there was nothing she could do. She allowed her body to go slack.

She closed her eyes tight, picturing the beautiful scenes of Ahch-To. The water, the sky, the greenery. Despite the island now holding terrible associations with Luke, she still found comfort in it and managed to take herself away, even just for a few moments. She focused on the sounds of the birds that flew there, she gentle swishing of the tides.

Before long, she felt the grip of a fist in her hair, pulling tightly, his hot breath in her ear, "Rey, you're so amazing... fuck... so willing, Rey, I'm going to come..." He panted hard and heavy in her face, the smell of him making her feel sick. And then she felt it. His hips turning rigid, a warm thick gush as he finished inside her. He held her close as he pumped every last drop of seed into her.

Rey wasn't sure how much more violated she could feel anymore. It occurred to her, not only had she had relations with her father, she'd been raped by her own cousin as well. Her life was a mess, one big incestuous mess, and the thought alone shattered her mind into a million pieces. Pieces she may never be able to put back together again.

Kylo pulled out from her, making a mess on the sheets. He let go of her before leaning into her neck and kissing her. "Thank you, Rey, that was wonderful." He stroked her cheek before leaving the bed, heading to his fresher.

Rey heard the sound of the shower being switched on.

She had nothing. She lay totally lifeless. The need to fight was completely and utterly destroyed. All she could do was close her eyes and picture Ahch-To. She gingerly tugged at the bedcover, pulling it up to her chin. A strong sense of numbness engulfed her, which she allowed to blanket and console her until she eventually fell asleep.