Rey opened her eyes and found herself in an endless hall of darkness. The air was filled with silence and premonition, and absolutely everything was shaded black.

Ray brought her eyes back to focus and viewed her surroundings. At first glance, the high-domed black room resembled Sith architecture to the very molecule.

But with a closer look Rey realized that, unlike Sith buildings, this room was in terrible shape; holes in walls invited cold wind and dark mist inside; the ground beneath Rey's feet was crumbling away to a scenery of scars.

This definitely wasn't Sith architecture.

... So where was she?

Rey stood, trying to clear her head and find out where she had turned up.

The moment she heard his voice she knew exactly.

Rey.

She wasn't inside Sith headquarters at all.

Are you there, Rey?

This was inside Kylo Ren's head. Rey was inside his fucking mind… and Kylo was trying to speak to her.

She tried answering. "Ben?"

No answer.

Rey ventured to stand up, narrowly avoiding a falling pillar. She was relieved that her legs were still functional, albeit somewhat shaky.

Having no destination in mind, Rey set off towards the direction Ben's voice came from. A few minutes of walking (and evading falling rubble), Rey began to think that Ben had spoke to her from all around.

Rey was lost.

She tried to talk to him again, hoping for any directions where to go. "Ben, are you there?" Still silence.

"Kylo Ren?" Rey tried, running out of ideas.

I'm here.

Finally a reaction. "Where are you?" asked Rey.

There was a short pause, before Kylo said, I'm here… everywhere.

True, but—

"Let me see you," Rey said softly.

Not yet.

A pillar fell, causing the canopy to collapse altogether.

"When?" asked Rey, just as a storm of rubble came flying towards her.

Soon, he answered.

Rey looked up just in time to see the black rocks falling on her. She didn't even try to evade them, letting the rubble crush her body and bend her limbs in all the wrong directions.

Rey let her eyes slide closed, feeling the blood leave her body as she collapsed into the darkness.

Rey awoke from what should've been her death, completely unscathed.

She opened her eyes and looked around; her surroundings had changed into something entirely different.

The collapsing canopies and broken black walls were no more. Now Rey stood on a thin stone bridge, met with a gaping chasm underneath.

It reminded her vaguely of something… what was it again?

Oh, that's right. This is where Kylo Ren murdered his father.

Why had Kylo brought Rey here, of all places?

"Rey." She heard his voice. This time, it actually came form a specific direction, a real mouth.

Rey flipped around.

"Ben!"

A shadowy figure stood behind her, right at the center of the bridge. Rey couldn't see his face because of the mask he wore, but it was definitely the one and only Kylo Ren. That cold voice of his was unmistakable.

"What are you doing here?" Kylo Ren asked, taking another step towards Rey.

Good question, Rey thought. She wasn't exactly sure… to get information, she supposed.

"To learn about you," said Rey. To unmask you.

"Fine," he answered casually. Rey noticed he had his lightsaber tied to his belt; but he didn't try to draw it. She glanced down to her hip, but found no weapon. Wait—

She was wearing white. The same top she always wore, those familiar brown pants.

Why had Kylo decided to dress her up in her old clothes? Rey clearly remembered burning her garb after joining the First Order.

So deep in thought was Rey that she didn't notice Kylo Ren's approaching steps, or his hand as it shot towards her.

"Rey," he said.

Rey didn't answer. She was still trying to figure out why Ben had dressed her up in light. Could it be he still thought she belonged to the Resistance?

No…

Kylo Ren's fingertips brushed her neck. Rey shivered, blocking his touch from her mind.

She raised a hand to his face, running her fingers over the rim of his mask as he continued softly touching her.

Kylo Ren slid his hand down her throat as Rey forced her eyes closed, pulling desperately at the mask to get it off. But it wouldn't budge. Was he that afraid to show his face?

She felt his caress roam down to the rim of her [white, sickeningly white] shirt.

He stooped lower, taking the fabric with him.

He was undressing her.

The last thing Rey felt was Kylo Ren pulling off her shirt; after that her mind took flight and everything became numb. Her hands dropped lifelessly to her sides, having abandoned all hope to see his face.

Rey watched with dead eyes as Ben peeled off her clothes completely.

But underneath wasn't her nude form, but... more cloth— black, this time. Her First Order uniform.

Ben ripped that off as well, faster this time. Rey could tell where this was going. And sure enough, beneath the shadow-colored cloth, white was hidden.

Kylo Ren kept on tearing, faster and faster, as Rey drifted farther and farther away. She couldn't even see his mask anymore; it was all just a blur or colors, just like the clothes he was ripping off her.

White.

Black.

"Stop this," she rasped.

Light.

Dark.

"Stop!"

Good.

Evil—

"NO!" Rey screamed.

It struck like a storm.

Rey lunged forward, grabbing Ben's lightsaber her quaking hands. Before he even could hiss her name, Rey had pressed down on the switch and screamed.

And then she saw red. First from his cross-shaped lightsaber as it ignited, and then from the blood that poured from his chest.

"Rey-" rasped Kylo as he staggered backwards. Rey stood petrified for a few moments, before snapping back to normal.

She took one quick look at the blood covered [red] lightsaber before tossing it down the chasm.

Kylo turned to look at Rey with pain-filled eyes. He wasn't wearing a mask anymore- it was broken.

That's when Rey realized she wasn't wearing white anymore. Or black.

She wasn't wearing a thing.

All her colors were finally gone.

"You see this?" Rey spit, pointing to herself. "This is who I am."

Naked, pure, free.

"And don't you fucking dare think I'd ever be on your side, you bastard!"

"I won't," Ben finally spoke, softly. "I never did."

Rey's face hardened. "Good," she spit. "Because I will never, never join you."

Ben smiled at her words, his lips sad. "I already knew that." His face was pale, probably form blood loss. "But you know what?" he asked.

"What?" Rey forced herself to answer.

"That means you can never belong to me."

Rey's breath hitched in her throat, her body froze.

"I know. And I'm fine with that," she whispered, lied. Her throat felt swollen.

Ben closed his eyes, turned away. Everything was darkening, breaking, and he was leaving.

"I'm sorry," Rey called out to him, desperate, "Ben, I—"

Rey made it no farther; she had awoken back in the real world, in her cell, shadow-colored as usual. God, she was growing tired of that color.

She hadn't realized tears were flowing down her face. Slow, cold tears that didn't feel like her's.

Rey looked down to see Kylo Ren slumped over with his eyes closed and cheeks wet just like her's. He was holding her shirt with a death grip and his head hovered only slightly above her legs.

It took a moment for Rey to realize Kylo Ren was asleep. But as soon as she did, a plan began to form in her mind.

She quickly rose, hands straining against her handcuffs. As carefully and silently as possible, Rey untangled Ben's fingers from her clothes and set them at his side. His hands were cold to touch, just like hers.

For a fleet second, Rey noticed Ben wasn't wearing gloves and wondered why. But then the moment passed and she sharply let go of him and walked to the door.

Rey strained against her handcuffs; with them on, she would never be able to even open the door. They had to come off.

Finding only one solution to the problem, Rey bit her lip and pulled with all her might. The pain was almost unbearable as Rey strained against the metal, but with a muffled roar she ripped out her hands from the handcuffs.

Before continuing her escape, Rey looked down at her wrists; they were bleeding badly, and something seemed dislocated...but her hands were at least free from the handcuffs, and that was enough for Rey.

And with that, Rey made for the door, grabbing Kylo's lightsaber as she left; a weapon could always come in handy.

The heavy black door, the last obstacle stopping her freedom, slid effortlessly open, and Rey was free once again.

Well, maybe not completely free, but pretty damn close.

Feeling the first smile in weeks creep into her face, Rey set off down the dark corridor.

Soon, she would finally see some real color.