Rey is trapped in Kylo Ren's chambers... can she ever find a way out?

***CHAPTER WARNINGS*** NON-CON, NON-CON.

This is gonna get gnarly. I apologise for writing Kylo Ren in this manner. I don't really think he would be this way in canon, and he's one of my favorite characters and it hurts me a little to write him like this, but it was necessary for what I've got coming up in the rest of my little story.

Stay tuned! :D

Kylo's Chambers

Her mind flitted serenely, in other places, other dimensions. She was brought back to her reality with the sounds of a shower being switched off, the last few droplets of water cascading down the drain, the light pad of footsteps casually making their way around the fresher. The click of a cabinet could be heard at the same time as Kylo Ren hummed an unfamiliar tune.

Her eyes stung. She wasn't sure how long it had been since she last blinked, too afraid to close her eyes. Kylo Ren came back into his quarters, ruffling his wet hair with a towel which he discarded into a laundry bin once he was finished. He stood naked, mere inches from his bed, where Rey still lay. Kylo looked at her, half-naked, her tunic ripped.

"Hmm, that won't do." He muttered.

Rey froze, upon hearing him. This time, she did indeed close her eyes, as if by doing so he would somehow not see her, or at least leave her alone. She heard him shuffling around his quarters and retrieving something from a dresser. Seconds later, she felt the bed move and his weight slinking onto it.

She tried to stay as still as possible. Kylo Ren's hands were then upon her as he began to undress her. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach as she started to wince and curl into herself. "Please, no..." She whispered.

"Rey, don't be afraid" Kylo purred, "we can't have you in these torn clothes..." He told her. She whimpered as he began sliding her ragged tunic from her until she lay naked and vulnerable. She wished he would simply get it over with and kill her. She was almost certain he would attack her again. She wasn't sure she had the energy to take herself away mentally. Death felt easier.

And then she felt a softness as he began to re-dress her. But in what? She felt the silkiness of stockings gliding up her legs before Kylo gently turned her over, slipping on what felt like a bra, the whole ensemble complete with lacy straps, which he tied together behind her as he moved her this way and that. Her stomach heaved.

He took his hands from her, leaning back to give a small approving smirk. "Just beautiful, Rey." She looked down at herself, finding she was dressed in red see-through lingerie. Her cheeks began to blush almost the same shade as her garments, particularly when she realised her 'outfit' did not come with underwear. Or if it did, Kylo Ren had chosen not to dress her in them.

She noticed Kylo's hungry eyes growing wider as he stared at her. Her stomach lurched at the seediness of it all, how he'd dressed her up almost like a doll, a plaything. As if reading her mind, and maybe he was, Ren said: "You'd make such a perfect little pet." She saw he was growing hard again.

He inched closer to her, holding her as he began to kiss the side of her face. She grimaced. "Please, don't..."

"Shhh," Kylo soothed, as he slowly lay her down. "I'm not going to hurt you. I told you, I'm gonna make everything all better."

Rey looked around, desperate for a means to escape. Why hadn't she tried to find one when he'd been in the shower? She cursed herself.

Kylo saw her eyes darting around. "It hurts my feelings when you look away, Rey. After everything I've done for you."

"Please can I just go to sleep now?" she pleaded.

"Oh but you look so beautiful," he said as he moved the arms which were trying to block his view out of the way, getting a good look at her. He began stroking her cheek, his finger lingering down her body, brushing over her breasts, feeling her nipples, shuddering and moaning to himself.

Rey tensed, tasting the bitter, burning flavour of bile which rose into her throat. She tried to squirm away from Kylo but his fingers gripped her thighs, pulling her legs apart as he stared deeply into her eyes.

She winced, looking away from him, beginning to pull away before the loud boom of his voice filled her eardrums. "ENOUGH!"

She trembled, her movements stilling.

"I'm getting just a little tired of this," Kylo proclaimed before pinning Rey down onto the bed as she struggled.

She tried to fight him, "No, no!" she cried out, the fight in her coming back, her fists clenched, raining blows down on him which did absolutely nothing at all.

She was no match for Kylo Ren, who pushed her hands out of the way, using his entire weight to press and hold her down, seeing the fear in her eyes, cupping her mouth when she began raising her voice.

Her legs thrashed. Kylo forcefully held them down before stroking himself quickly, already hard enough to enter her. He lay on top of her and pushed inside, eyes falling into the back of her head as he felt her, her throat vibrating with her trapped screams.

After Kylo Ren abused Rey for the second time, he pulled out of her, held her close and kissed her on the cheek. As she felt his cum spilling out, a wave of nausea washed over her. He stroked her hair, his finger once again cascading down her face. "Thank you," he uttered before rolling off her.

She lay in a pitiful cloud of shame and disgust. It wasn't long before he fell asleep, satiated by his actions. Rey lay quietly, her mind racing. Should she move? She bided her time carefully until she made sure the monster had fully fallen asleep. It could have been twenty minutes, it could have been ninety, she wasn't sure. But she knew from the difference in his breathing, the heaviness of it, that he was asleep.

She moved slowly, allowing herself to slip from the bed carefully. She hadn't been out of the bed in some hours and so, was unfamiliar with her surroundings. She took a moment to take in the whole room. It was dark but she had superior vision. Something to be thankful for, for her years on Jakku, having to scavenge and sneak around in the safety of the night hours.

As she began moving, she felt an ache between her legs, reminded of the recent events. She had no time to think of that at that very moment, however. This was about her survival.

She looked down, seeing herself dressed up like a disgusting sex doll. She quickly scrambled around the floor, finding the rest of her clothing, grabbing them up into a jumble.

She peered around the room and... A miracle! She spotted Kylo Ren's lightsaber near the side of the bed he was sleeping on. She extended her hand, attempting to summon it. She held her breath, a small grunt escaping. The saber wouldn't budge. Dammit. She tried again before giving up, not wanting to expend too much energy.

She had no more time to waste, deciding to sneak around the bed, tiptoeing as quietly as she could.

She would grab the lightsaber and make a run for it. That was her plan. What she would do after that she had no idea, but as long as she had a weapon.

She slowly crept closer to where Kylo slept. A shiver came over her, seeing his face again. His disgusting damaged face. When she had sliced him open, part of her had felt a pang of guilt, sure that perhaps he was just on the wrong side of the war. That he was simply a lost little boy trying to find his place. Manipulated and controlled. But not now... Not anymore.

She sneered before turning her attention away from him... Keeping her mind on her goal.

She stepped forward slowly, careful to move as silently as possible until the saber was within reach. It was hot. Sweat dripped down her forehead, her breath quiet but erratic.

With one hand extending, her other gripping onto her clothes, she leant forward slightly, taking one last look at Kylo Ren. With his eyes still closed, she turned her attention from him, focusing solely on obtaining the weapon.

She made a grab for it... And then... a large heavy hand slammed down, gripping her wrist. She gasped, turning her head to see Kylo's eyes wide open, mouth pursed tight, eyes boring into her.

"Nnnrraargghhh!" Rey screamed out, pushing hard against Kylo Ren who pounced out of bed, shoving her down to the ground. His eyes were wild, hair damp, lips tight.

As they scuffled on the floor, each battling for dominance, Kylo thrust his hand out, calling his weapon. Rey had to act quickly. She couldn't allow him to gain the upper hand. Once he had the saber, she wouldn't stand a chance. She knew that. With everything she had in her, she recalled her training with Luke, calming herself to tap into the force.

She simultaneously called for Kylo's weapon again, utterly shocked when it began teetering between her and its' master.

Still battling on the floor, Rey managed to slam her knee into Kylo's pubic area, a piercing cry filling the room as he fell off of her, his focus broken, the saber flying into her hands.

She leapt to her feet, igniting the weapon, hearing the deep, distinctive crackle as the room lit up in the signature red color. Kylo lay on the floor as Rey towered over him, holding the saber to his neck.

She could see him trying to summon his weapon, as well as attempting to use his power on her, trying to penetrate her mind, the force flowing between them and seeing the frustration and anger on his face when he knew none of it was working.

She screamed, slicing the floor next to him. As much as he was her enemy and as much as he hurt her, she did not wish to hurt him in return. But she wanted to show him she was not his victim. And that she was stronger than he anticipated.

Seeing the surprise in his eyes, he ceased any attempts to control her. If Rey wasn't mistaken, he seemed even a little... impressed? Turned on? Totally captivated by her strength.

Something snapped inside of her, "You're a disgusting monster" she cried, tears beginning to flow, "I should end you right now..." she trailed off, not sure how to finish her sentence.

She wanted to tell him all the reasons why she wouldn't kill him, how she wasn't a lowly creature like him, but she simply sneered, her expression soon turning soft, her lip quivering before she gave up and scarpered toward the exit of his chambers, slicing through the lock on his door, making her way down the halls of the ship.