Now that I have two Reylo stories on the go, I am still hoping to update at least once a week! I really am liking this one so far! I just want to remind you that Rey didn't grow up on Jakku, she was raised in the First Order, so she is slightly different. However, as this story develops, she will transition into the Rey we all know.

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Chapter 2

A few days had passed since I was scolded by Snoke. I was forced to attended countless meetings about finding the remaining resistance members. There numbers were dwindling and Hux reminded everyone that it was of utmost importance to eradicate them now while we stood a chance.

We had just lost star killer base; Hux had said it was the greatest weapon that we held.

"We shall destroy them all with the power it possesses" he yells.

Now that it has been destroyed… so easily mind you, some faith has been lost in the First Order. My role was to make up for what Hux was unable to do, cause fear among the ranks to maintain order. If they are afraid of us… of me, then they will continue to follow us blindly, without question. I was feared by almost everyone except for Snoke and his Praetorian guards.

I had an uncontrollable temper; many were terrified I would lose control and they would feel my wrath. I walked with a constant anger about me, regardless of the situation. Always angry, always seething. I would die for a moment to just relax and release.

Even Hux was afraid of my uncontrollable temper, although he pretended, he wasn't. I enjoyed torturing Hux. To see such a scrawny man struggle, I found it amusing.

I finish shower and turn off the scalding water. My skin bright red and tender, but the scars were still visibly white. I was covered in them, wounds that had healed. Wounds that I receive to become great… as I was told.

The scar on my shoulder was from a punishment at Snokes hand. Another on my abdomen from training with the Knights of Ren. I let my guard down and they didn't hesitate to plunge in their weapon… I nearly died that time. I look at my appearance in the mirror, strong but emotionally and visibly scarred.

I wrap a towel around my body and walk back into the bedroom space to grab some clothes, when I hear a knock at my door. Hux barges in past my locked door somehow and stops dead in his tracks. I was more exposed than he had ever seen me, only being wrapped in a towel. His eyes were wide staring at me, his complexion had become awfully pale. I wonder what he is thinking.

I am gentle having interrogated many with the force. I swiftly enter his mind without Hux noticing.

I wish she would drop the towel…

I wasn't shocked that's where his mind went, scum of a man. He is still frozen in place, unable to move. Surely, he has seen a woman in a towel before. He is a general in the First Order, he could have whoever he wanted.

I want to make this interesting. I want to watch him squirm.

On the bed there lay my black tunic, a tight uncomfortable outfit that I always wore. I scoop it into my hands ensuring I don't break eye contact with Hux.

"Yes?" I ask him. I stand back up and face away from him. I let the towel fall to floor so that he can completely see my back side. I add a little sway of my hips as I walk back into the bathroom to get dressed.

I can feel how aroused he has become; he is starting to sweat, and his heart rate has increased. He finds me attractive… his sworn enemy. It makes me chuckle as I was extremely repulsed by him.

"Snoke wants to… see you" he has a hard time getting his words out. I can hear him gulp loudly.

I emerge from the bathroom dressed. I didn't think it was possible but Hux had become paler, as white as a ghost from seeing me half naked. He was still eyeing me, glancing up and down.

"I'll go in while" I reply.

"He said now" Hux snaps. There he was. Back to the good old Hux now that I was fully dressed.

"That's wonderful. I will go when I am ready" I say.

I hear him sigh in frustration. Snoke would take out my tardiness on him. After all, Snoke had ordered to bring me to him. If I waited awhile, then he would be punished. I smile thinking of the grovelling Hux would do… pathetic man.

Hux sneaks out the door and I walk over to my workbench to collect my saber. I hold it admiring the black hilt that I had built myself. It was sleek and slender, fitting perfectly in my hand.

I remember how hard it was to make that Kyber crystal bleed so that my blade shined bright red. The struggle lasted days, when it should have only taken a short amount of time. That was the first time Snoke doubted me, and my true intentions.

I clip my saber to my side, and I make my way towards the door.

I wait patiently for the doors to enter the throne room to open. What could he want now?

The doors retract and I see him sitting there, conspicuously looking at me. I stride towards him moving at a fast pace, stopping in front of him. I don't bow my head to him but rather hold his gaze. This upsets him, I know it does. He wants me to be his little obedient apprentice.

"Empress Palpatine… I've been in your mind" he says. I don't let him finish his thought, cutting him off. I hated how easily he could enter my head.

"Of course, you have" I retort.

"Your conflicted" he says.

"I am not conflicted" I reply. He pushes himself into my mind to try and show me what he sensed… what he saw.

I push him back out rather quickly. My push to get him out showed him that I was lying… I was slightly conflicted. It was already too late. He had seen them, probing my mind and I hadn't noticed.

"You need to do some training… refocus" he tells me.

"You want me to train with the Knights of Ren?" I questioned. My lips draw into a tight line and I breath heavily.

I hoped that this wasn't the case. The six were ruthless, and jealous of the power I possessed. In combat, even during training, they fought to kill. Six against one. I could fight them and fend for myself, but it was always difficult.

"They will return this evening and I want you to spend time in physical and mental training" he says.

"Why?" I question.

"Because I have asked you to do it" he yells. He was growing angry with me, I see him stand up, towering over me. Snoke was ginormous, his death like stare burning a whole into my skull.

"Don't forget who the supreme leader is. I am your master, and you are only an apprentice. You will do as I ask" his voice echoes throughout the throne room. It sends chills up my spine.

I wanted to snap back at him, tell him I wouldn't submit to their torture. I was strong enough… driven to do whatever it needed to help advance the First Order. It was how I was raised here. First Order above all, do whatever it takes.

But I quickly realize that there would be no winning with him. I wouldn't convince him that I would do fine without training. This is what Snoke wanted me to do, become refocused. He would inflict pain until I submitted to his command, so it would be best to just comply.

"Yes master" I say.

"Now go" he sits back down in his throne and I turn to leave. I wanted to run into the elevator, but I needed to maintain my composure in front of Snoke.

When the elevator doors close, I ball my hand into fists and slam it into the wall. I repeatedly hit it until my hands become bloody. I let out a loud scream hoping that no one would hear me.

I practically rip open the doors the second we reach the floor my quarters were on. I start to make my way there, but I suddenly feel my mind intertwining with someone else's. Initially I thought it was Snoke… but it wasn't Snoke. This presence wasn't dark and ominous.

The hallway is no longer empty and in front of me I see Ben Solo, clear as day. I reach my hand out trying to cut off the air from entering into his lungs, but nothing happens. I Let my hand fall back to my side realizing something was off.

"Why are you here?" I question. We both just stand staring at each other. I glance down at his side, there was his light saber, but neither of us grab for our weapon.

I am not

"How are you here then?" I ask.

I don't know

I know that I must kill him. I must do what Snoke had originally asked me. It shouldn't matter but I must redeem myself somehow to him.

I grab the light saber clipped to my side and ignite it. I start pushing towards him, rage flowing through my veins boiling the blood beneath my skin.

I lift my saber overhead letting out a low growl simultaneously. As I bring my saber down onto him, he disappears, and it smashes to the ground leaving a large burnt mark in the floor, sparks flying in the air from the impact.

The rigid muscles in my face relax, and I can feel how flushed my cheeks had become. I had charged at him knowing that I wouldn't be able to kill him… not like this. He wasn't here, he was somewhere… else. Somehow, we had connected through the force, it didn't make sense.