"I cannot believe it!" laughed Rey wiping her wet hands on the red scarf she got from Finn for Christmas. Her lovely husband had been so shy and a little bit of a prude minutes earlier and now he was surprising her as usual. He hadn't bought her any tea, but by the looks of it, their date night was already over and they were about to enjoy a very passionate night together.

Rey licked her lips and approached him.

"Hellooo, Kylo Ren," she purred with a big smile on her face as she suggestively grabbed his middle finger. "Are you here to kidnap me and tie me up?"

He chuckled behind the mask and nodded once, then opened the car door for Rey to get inside. He then joined her and started the engine, taking her far away from the fair. Rey played his game for a while and stood quietly, only looking outside the window, but it was so dark that she could barely see anything and she was too excited to just stay still. She sighed bored and looked for her purse on the backseat only to find it empty. So maybe it was in the trunk? She looked again outside the window and pursed her lips. Where were they? Ben couldn't drive too fast as there were no streetlights and the snow and ice were already making driving dangerous enough.

She furrowed. They had been to the place where the fair was being held and they had never taken that route. In fact, they were already supposed to be in the town, not so deep in the woods or wherever they were.

"Are we going to get home soon?" she uttered chewing on her lip. He didn't answer, so she insisted on trying to make small talk. "Is my phone in the trunk with my bag?"

Kylo Ren ignored her again and she rolled her eyes.

"I know I'm the one who loves these games the most but are you really going to be quiet the entire time?" she whined massaging her nape. "And can you even see with that mask?"

Rey reached for the mask, but as soon as she touched it, Kylo Ren lifted his elbow and hit her in the face. She gasped for air as she heard something crack and the blood started flowing from her nose. The punch made her head hurt again despite all the medicine she was on. Why did he hit her? What was going on?

She reached for the door, but he immediately locked it. She needed air, so she pressed the button to open the window while pulling the scarf which was now suffocating her. She blindly wiped her nose with the scarf and tried to breathe some fresh air, but the car was going so fast now that the blizzard snatched her scarf, making it disappear somewhere above the tall trees. The air was not helping after all and she felt her eyes closing on their own. As she was slowly losing her consciousness, he pulled her back and closed the window.

That couldn't have been part of the game.

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That was the cage of her nightmares and she was once again locked in it. The only difference was that during those dreadful three years, she had never realised that her prison was the bunker under Maz's house, the one that had saved her life during the earthquake that killed so many people, including Ben's grandparents. Yeah, she could see it now. The mattress had the same floral pattern as any other mattress in the house, the sheets were the same as the one in the boys' room, the bed was the same as in the girls' room and the rocking chair had been moved from the old drawing-room. Even the blanket covering her body was one of Maz's special quilts she used to make each year with either the new kids or the ones leaving her house.

So when he said that they were going back home, it wasn't just about her childhood, but about those three years, he had stolen from her. And now she could remember everything.

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The first time she had woken up in that basement, she thought that it was a bad dream or maybe a bad joke, rejecting any possibility of that being her new reality. She tried to reach the door, but her leg was chained and she could not move farther than the edge of the bed. It was ridiculous! She could need to use the toilet anytime soon and the toilet was in a tiny room with no door across her cage.

"Hello? Ben?" she called without any answer in return, then turned to the nearest wall she could reach, punching it with her weak fists. 'Help! Please! Help!"

Just when she thought she had lost any hope and tears were stinging her eyes, the door was unlocked and a still masked Ben entered the room, carrying a tray of food.

"This is not funny!" she grabbed a bun and threw it at him. "Let me go, Ben!"

"I'm not Ben," he said on his coarse Kylo Ren voice.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you to hit me like that and bring me here? Have you gone mad? I don't care if this is your idea of a kinky game. I don't like it."

"It's not a game," he said sitting on the rocking chair. "You're my guest."

She furrowed confused and too afraid to touch her throbbing nose.

"Ben, stop it," she begged him rather tired. "I'm in no condition to… I wanted it to tell you in a more romantic way, but I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby."

She looked at him with big eyes, but he did not even flinch. He just stood there like a statue.

"Are you not happy? Why aren't you saying anything?"

He kept staring at her from behind the mask, making her feel uncomfortable and gradually more and more terrified. She lifted her sweater and put her palms on her belly.

"We're going to have a tiny peach."

"I know."

Rey blinked and parted her lips to say something, but didn't know what exactly to say. Was he mad or just mad about something? Did he find out about her flirting with the cute doctor? But she didn't really mean it. He knew that he was the only man she could ever love. He always had.

"Where are we?" she dared ask.

"Home."

His energy was now so eerie that she was barely keeping herself from hiding under the blanket. There was no trace of her husband in that man in front of her.

"Why am I here?" she whimpered tearing up.

He tilted his head and Rey avoided his gaze, despite not actually being able to see his eyes.

"I told you. You're my guest. You're going to stay here and I'll make sure you will never leave me."

Never leave? But her treatment and the baby and…

"You can't be serious, Ben."

He got up and she drew back, afraid of him hitting her again.

"I'm Kylo Ren. And the only one to blame for this situation is your selfish behaviour, my sweet liar. Until I am sure that you're finally going to learn to behave and not ever leave me, I'll keep you here and work on you to make you my perfect little doll. Don't worry, Rey. I'll fix you. I promise."

Fix her? But she was not broken. She was just young, confused, pregnant and maybe dying.

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Rey checked the bruise on her back and hissed when she touched the healing yet still fresh scratches on her back. She had been a fool back then to believe that Kylo Ren hitting her in the car was an isolated and unfortunate event. The first days, she had been too confused and terrified to react, so she just ate and cried from time to time. But she had been raised as an active person, always doing something to keep herself occupied, so it didn't take her long to snap. She eventually turned into a lion locked in a suffocating cage, growling and throwing pillows. She hadn't been able to fall asleep anymore and using a chamber pot while still being chained was humiliating. Not to mention that he had refused to let her bathe or at least shower. That was no life and nothing made sense. Even prisoners locked up for crimes had more liberties and rights. Oh, how she already missed the sun!

So, probably weeks later, as she could estimate based on the growing size of her peach, she did something that she would have normally never done. Especially considering that she was beginning to doubt the identity of the man behind the mask because nothing about him resembled Ben. He seemed shorter and skinnier and his deep Kylo Ren voice had some odd inflexions which he never had before.

However, once he entered the room with her lunch, she waited for him to sit down and watch her eat. With her belly full of nutrients for her peach, she then crawled to him and kneeled in front of him. She gulped, then put her hands on his thighs and proceeded to unzip his pants. He said nothing and did not react as her trembling hands were trying to seduce him. She was about to ignore the pain in her leg as the heavy chain was pulling her back, solely to reach his member and carry on with her plan. But as her lips approached him, he got up and pulled her up by her hair, as well. Once he threw her on the bed, she panicked, fearing that she had officially invited him to rape her for the rest of her confinement, but he seemed to have other plans as Kylo Ren slapped her until she could no longer feel her face.

"If you want to make my job easier, then say it so and I'll tear that thing out of your womb right now!"

Rey shook her head and started weeping.

"As long as you insist on giving birth to that thing, don't you dare touch me! It's enough that I have to bear watching you destroy yourself for his child!"

Maybe she was in too much pain to react in any other way that was not crying and mumbling prayers, but her mind was still a hard-working engine. She had failed her mission, but at least she knew one thing for sure - that was not Ben Solo and, no matter how scary it was, at least it gave her hope. Hope that the real Ben was looking for her. Ben, Finn, Rose, Luke and maybe even her most faithful clients. She was not alone.

As if sensing the sudden explosion of confidence in her body, Kylo Ren grabbed her face with his gloved hand and seemed to look her in the eyes. Had it not been for the chain and the growing belly making her movements more difficult, maybe she could have kicked him in the right spot to weaken him and then somehow get the key to escape that place.

"You're smarter than this," he threatened her. " My Rey is a good obedient girl. Don't disappoint me and thank me for still feeding you and his progeny."

Rey tried to nod, but she was not able to move. She let out an inhuman sound as she felt the vomit emerging, whereas her eyes were no longer seeing anything, despite being wide open.

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When she woke up again, she found herself connected to a medical device and with a needle stuck in her arm. She was still dizzy, but at least the pain was gone for the moment.

"Who are you?"

She parted her lips and focused on the soft voice coming from that someone sitting on the bed. It was a girl, maybe younger than her, but looking much older. She was pale and had the lost gaze of a madwoman. And even though her clothes were clean, it was quite clear that she was not comfortable in the floral dress. Moreover, she kept pulling her ribbon, ruining her own perfectly styled hair.

"Rey Solo," she whispered dying for some water.

"I'm Margaret Shay. Are you new here?"

What did she mean?

"Is he giving you the good stuff?"

Rey's eyes grew wider and she now could see how much the girl looked like her. There were tiny details, but they were clear as day and it couldn't have been just a mere coincidence.

"Oh, you have a baby!" she clapped like a lost child. "I had one too, but he said the bad stuff killed it. Now I'm a good girl."

Was she on drugs?

"Who is he, Margaret?" she tried to get up on her elbows. "Why am I here?"

"I don't remember his name. But I must be good or else he makes the pain come back and if you're here, then I can't be here."

She made no sense, but it was obvious that she was unwell. Margaret got up and left the room as Rey watched her in shock and unsure whether she had been nothing but a hallucination or just a reminder of what her destiny would be like if she remained there.

The next time she saw Margaret, she snuck inside her cell as she was staring at the ceiling and singing to her baby. This time, Margaret was less presentable but sober and nervous.

"I thought you were just a dream," she whimpered as her hands were shaking and Rey saw that she was full of bruises. "Listen, you need to get out of here. My boyfriend has gone mad and I think he wants to get rid of me and replace me with you. He keeps talking about his new project and how she won't be trash like me. You can't stay here. He'll destroy you and your baby."

"But why?"

"I don't know!" whined Margaret. "When he took me in, he said he would repair everything that's broken about me, but he ended up treating me either like a doll or his personal punching bag. I want out and you better get out too."

"Do you know how to escape this place?" she got up with a large smile on her face.

"I used to get out all the time, but now everything is locked. Even the windows. I'll go check and come back for you, ok?"

"But the chain?" she showed her the heavy chain around her ankle and Margaret suddenly deflated.

"I… I'll see," she sighed.

Rey watched her leave the room and resumed her singing. She was no longer connected to any medical devices, but she still had a needle helping her stay hydrated and docile. Judging by how sleepy she had been, he was most likely feeding her all sorts of sedatives to keep her from trying to do anything. Such as escape.

" Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green… When you are king, dilly dilly, I shall be queen, " she touched her growing belly. "We'll be out soon, my love. I promise."

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Rey inhaled seeking to put out the fire burning her on the inside and wiped her tears. That same day, she heard the door getting unlocked and, sedated as she was, she found herself speaking to 'Margaret' without even looking at the door. It was only the odd silence that made her turn her head. Her vision was blurry, but she knew on the spot that the tall black figure was certainly not her saviour, but her jailer. He immediately slammed the door and she closed her eyes falling asleep.

She never knew what exactly had happened to the poor Margaret Shay, but Kylo Ren's behaviour changed in the following weeks. He was gifting her pencils, papers, books and magazines, which helped her understand how much time had passed, though she was not completely sure whether they were new or not. He also replaced the chain with a longer and thinner one and now let her bathe without him spying on her. In exchange, she had to let him brush her hair and not say much. However, every once in a while, she had an outburst and he would slap her and tie her down to sedate her until she was docile again. For the sake of her baby, she had been willing to endure anything, but her anger and the pain inside her head were growing each day as her baby did, making her more frustrated and desperate.

One day, after finishing sewing up a toy elephant, she found herself in need for something she hadn't had in a long time. She hesitated at first, trying to establish which time of the day it was so that Kylo Ren would not walk in on her. Her tray was still untouched on the table, so he was not going to check up on her until a bit later, so she had enough time. She closed her eyes remembering Ben's lips, his kisses, his touches and the way he used to make love to her. She let out a shy moan, thirsty for affection and her husband's touch. Eventually, she ended up so caught up in the waves of pleasure that she never heard the door getting unlocked. When she opened her eyes again, while she was catching her breath, he was sitting proudly in the rocking chair. She immediately pulled down her maternity dress and got up.

"I would normally punish you for such behaviour, but I'm going to be nice today."

She furrowed and pulled the dress over her knees.

"What do you want from me?"

"You. Just you", he stood up and approached her. "It will take time, I know, but once you'll understand that I'm the only one who truly loves you and wants to save your soul, you'll be my perfect Rey."

"How can you say that you love me if you're keeping me a prisoner and want to harm my baby?"

"I don't want to harm your baby", he spoke on a soft voice. "I just hate it that you love it more than you love yourself."

"Isn't that a natural thing for a mother?" she snorted. "If you know me as you claim you do, then you should know that I've always wanted to be a mother and have the family I never had. Whatever is this, it's not what I want."

"But it could be", he insisted putting his hand on her thigh and Rey cringed at his touch. "I could accept that thing you love so much. I could be its father, but only if you give in and accept being mine."

He took off one of his gloves, allowing Rey to notice how different his hands were from Ben's, then he grabbed her neck with his still gloved hand, whereas the other slid between her legs.

"Yo-you said you won't touch me as long as I'm carrying his child", she gasped panicking and pushed his hand in vain as he ignored the fear in her eyes and dug his two fingers inside her.

"And I won't, but if I'm willing to accept that baby as mine, I could change my mind."

Rey stared at him terrified as he continued rubbing until she came. She let out a loud gasp and he let her go, laughing with pride.

"See? You're already mine!"

"You're a monster!" she cried and threw at him everything she could find. "I am not yours, Kylo Ren! And this isn't your baby and you can't keep me here as your own doll for the rest of my life! I will get out of here and make sure that you'll pay for everything and never ever lay another hand on me, you monster!"

He was already approaching the door when he turned to face her. She wondered for a moment if he was going to slap her again, but he just laughed.

"We'll see."

Fortunately, he never again dared to touch her like that again, but unfortunately, he kept on pretending as if she was his. Suddenly, he started coming to check on her while she was asleep and lying next to her, caressing her swollen belly. It took her a lot of courage to swallow her anger and disgust and not move, pretending that she was still asleep, but as his visits became more frequent and the pain in her body more unbearable, she snapped again. She was awake when he laid next to her, but waited patiently until he seemed to have fallen asleep. All the things she had access to were inoffensive and could not help her. Besides, the mask was fastened with belts as she could see, so it was too risky to even try unmasking him in order to use the pillow to suffocate him. However, his neck was exposed and even though her hands were strong, she was too weak from all the meds and the pregnancy to strangle him in his sleep. So the only things left were her pencils. He never allowed her to keep the sharpener and always had to sharpen them in his presence, the same with the scissors and needles, but he never said anything about how pointy the pencils were. She analysed his neck, then took her out her pencils and, after a deep breath, she stabbed him. He let out a loud whimper after the first hit, but was too sleepy to understand what was happening, leaving time for Rey to attack him again. But just when she thought that her plan was about to work, he grabbed her hand in midair and immobilized her. It was quite dark in the room, so their fight was something messy and desperate, each one of them trying to overpower the other. Though, despite Kylo Ren's punctured flesh, he was still stronger, taller, healthier and… not pregnant. So when he grabbed her head, Rey was sure that his first intent was to snap her neck. It came as a surprise that he ended up waiting for a couple of moments to calm down before blindly pushing her on the bed. He ran to turn on the main light and then returned to her with a menacing vibe, his clenched fists relaxing only when he saw her in pain. He had pushed her straight in the metal pipe of the footboard and now she was cupping her belly, barely breathing. She looked at him, begging him for help, but after her betrayal, he just snorted with arrogance and left her crying.

During the entire night, she had hoped that the pain would go away, but it was getting much worse and once her water broke and the contractions started kicking in, she knew that there wasn't much left. But it was still so early! She was in her thirteenth week when she was abducted and based on the dates on the magazines, she was barely reaching her thirty-second week.

"I don't want it to be born", she cried when he entered the room again. "I don't want it! It's too early! My baby won't survive and I don't want it to grow up here either."

He helped her get back on the bed without saying a word of encouragement. Her vision was already blurry as her head seemed to be about to explode with each contraction, but she saw that he was now wearing scrubs. She let him shove that needle back in her arm as her body was getting numb with pain and could no longer move. She barely had the energy to stay awake while she pushed, but at least she got to take a glimpse at her baby… even though her baby peach was not even crying.

Rey grabbed the oranges from the bowl on the table and threw them at the door letting out a beastly growl. She could remember perfectly how she cried and begged him to let her see the baby cooing in his arms. How dared he touch her baby and rock it as if he was the father or someone loving and carrying.

"Is she… Please… please, don't do this…"

He shushed both her and the cooing creature in his arms.

"It's the only way, sweetheart."

Of course Ben had no idea what she was talking about back then when she told him about this memory. It was not his evil old cat being euthanized! It was their baby being taken away from her as punishment. Her little… girl? Yes. It was a girl. She saw her for a moment when he lifted her to cut the umbilical cord. Oh, how small she was and so fragile.

But what happened to her? she nervously scratched her scalp.

After the birth, she had been asleep for a long time. She was not sure whether it was coma or if she had been kept sedated, but when she finally woke up, her head was bandaged and she could barely move her fingers, let alone the rest of her body. Her mind was fuzzy and for a long time she could not focus on anything. Kylo Ren kept spoon-feeding her and washing her body until she became strong enough to start her physical recovery. He was now almost every single hour in her cage, checking how often and hard she could squeeze the foam balls and later, how many steps she could take using the walking frame. It all went smoothly for maybe two years, though she had never realised how much time had actually passed, until one day, as he was combing her hair and she was staring at painting meant to imitate a window, she finally dared ask him.

"Where is my baby?" she asked on an emotionless tone. "What have you done to her?"

He got up and threw the brush at the painting.

"I have taken care of you all this time and you keep insisting on your bullshit! Let the fucking past die, Rey! That's no longer your life!"

She did not react for a while, but as if awakening from the slumber, she suddenly stopped staring at the wall and looked at him with a deadly gaze.

"Is this what you want? You want me to hurt you? Then fine!"

He left the room and returned later with a blanket. Rey got up all excited, but he lifted his hand and ordered her to sit back on the bed. Obedient, she listened to him and only stretched out her hands staring fascinated at the blanket. But he seemed to hesitate and she was getting nervous. Finally, he threw the blanket on the bed and she gasped, immediately removing the blanket, worried about the well-being of her baby.

However, all she found was…

"No", she whimpered tearing up. "No! No! NO NO NO!"

She hesitated touching the bones and tiny skull at first, but she eventually grabbed the remains and stared at them, feeling something inside her break. It was her spirit, her last drop of hope and will to live. He did not only kill her baby. He managed to kill her.

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When Kylo Ren returned to check on her, he found the entire place looking as if he had locked up a tornado, not a young woman. He went to his usual seat, but the rocking chair was now a pile of sticks, so he just sighed and sat on the floor, in front of a rabid Rey.

"Are you feeling better, my love?" he asked on a serene tone, mocking her pain.

She lifted her head with the most disgusted look on her face.

"I never meant for things to happen like this," he shrugged. "But people seem to have an inclination towards never following the plan."

"Shut the fuck up," she growled accentuating each word. The only reason why she was not at his throat already was because she knew better this time.

"I knew I shouldn't have left you out for so long," he sighed. "We're going to have a lot of work to do on your behaviour."

"And what are you going to do to me this time? Traumatize me until I regress to being nineteen again? Or do you want me to become the child I was when you first bullied me?"

His eyes narrowed and she smirked. If he was going to threaten her with the safety of her non-existing new baby, then he was in for a huge surprise.

"Oh, I remember everything. Absolutely everything," she chuckled and then she leaned in. "I know who you are and you owe me a lot."

"Really, peanut?" he challenged her.

"Of course, orange. Or should I still call you doctor Hux?"