Head throbbing, mind swimming, you woke up. Rubbing your eyes, it took you a minute to remember where you were.

You'd fallen asleep sobbing on the night before on the floor. All the emotions from the night before rushing back and a pang of sadness settled in your heart. You pushed it down, fearing the pain may overwhelm you again. With a sigh you swing your feet off the bed, bare sole touching cold marble.

Wait a minute. I fell asleep on the floor with my boots on. What the….

That's when the scent of food hit your nose, and a growl erupted from your stomach. You couldn't remember the last time you ate. Walking out of the room, you found Ushar and Vicrul seated at your table, scarfing down breakfast with an extra plate set aside. You stood there a moment, realizing neither wore their helmets.

Ushar had warm brown skin, and black corded hair pulled back to the nape of his neck. Large brown eyes top with thick brows were concentrated on nothing but shoveling eggs into his mouth. Vicrul at the other end was scrolling through his data pad, short brown waves got in the way of matching brown eyes.

" I didn't think the helmets came off. Ushar almost looks more alien without it." They responded with short snorts.

You sat yourself at the table without another word. The colorful plate of fruit and grain made you drool, and your gut let out another cry of hunger. Ushar and Vicrul both let out a small laugh.

"Sounds like you're pretty hungry kitty cat. Here's a cup of caf to go with it." Ushar slid over a mug full of a dark liquid, the smell was heaven. You took a sip of the dark and bitter liquid before biting into a tropical looking fruit in the shape of a star, and let out a small sigh of delight. It was marvelous.

"Wait, kitty cat? Do I look like a cat to you?" You pointed your question at Ushar, remembering the cat bite remark after you'd attacked Vicrul. He smirked.

"Well, you look like a snowy lothcat, and fight like one too. It's actually a compliment, not a lot of people can get the jump on Vic like that. Master Ren wanted to assess your fighting skills. Speaking of which, witch-" he shoveled the last of the food on his plate into his mouth"- you have a meeting before we leave the Finalizer. Get dressed, we'll be waiting outside." And with that, they both rose from the table gathering their dishes.

"He is not my master." You muttered under your breath. Vicrul turned towards you, and with a dark chuckle replied," Soon enough, you'll learn."

The hells I will.

Only able to take a few more bites of the fruit, you went to the fresher and realized how overdue you probably were for a shower. You stripped off the slept in uniform, and looked at yourself in the mirror as the shower warmed. The strain your body had gone through the last few weeks had left you thin, not enough to look sick, but it was a contrast to the toned form you were used to. The constant climbing and movement of your lifestyle had always kept you in shape, and you hated this. It made you feel weak.

You got in the shower, inhaling the steam deep into your lungs. So much was going on and you were still trying to keep up. Everything was different now. Your fate was now resting in the hands of these masked creatures. Creatures with human faces.

I wonder what this Kylo Ren's face looks like.

Immediately you shot down the thought. It didn't matter what he looked like. He and his master were the reason you were here.

And Rajhar.

You rushed through washing your hair and body. You had to quell the fresh wave of grief, not allowing it to consume you, but it made you so angry. Honestly, it was new. You'd never felt such betrayal, such rage, and it suddenly threatened to consume you. What the fuck was going on with you.

Since the shower wasn't helping, you just decided to get out of the shower. You rifled through the drawers, all stocked with health and beauty products you didn't recognize. Finding a brush, you rid your silver hair of any knots. You hadn't cut your hair since you came of age and had gotten your face tattoos, just like with every nightsister. It now fell past your waist, barely brushing your lower back. You wove two delicate braids to frame your face and viridian eyes, and the rest into one thick braid down the back of your head.

You focused for a minute to make sure no one else was still there, forgetting to grab clothes before your shower. Not sensing Ushar or Vicrul, you walked through the large living area to your room. The brisk air whispered goose bumps over your skin.

Through the room, you found a closet full of various black, gray, and red clothing. Even the style of all the clothes were different than you were used to. Everything seemed to be of very fine quality, which came as a surprise. What did they want you for?

You settle on a long gray tunic, with a pair of black leather pants and some ankle high boots. You eyed a maroon waist belt, and grabbed it along with a long hooded cloak of the same shade.

Exiting the closet with clothes in tow, you expected to be alone instead there was a figure in the doorway.

Kylo fucking Ren.

"Can I get some privacy at least? What are you even doing here?"

You'd immediately backed away behind the door, so you couldn't see eachother but you could sense him. How did I not notice before, I need to pay attention.

After a moment of silence, he finally gave a modulated response. "You're running late." The sounds of his heavy steps leaving the room followed.

What the hell am I doing?

You dressed quickly, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. After pulling on your boots and cloak, you turned toward the bed where your pack lay. The spellbook your mother had given you was the perfect size to slip into the wide belt, snug enough it wouldn't slide. Perusing the contents, you realized you'd never seen what the brothers had put into your bag. A scarf, vials of herbs you used frequently, and a dusty red robe (the one you'd been wearing that night). In a small side pocket was a dagger, blade hardly the size of your palm. You tucked it into the front of your belt, the red handle shone dully in the light.

You were about to put it away and head out when a glimmer caught your eye. You fished the item from the bottom of the bag, curious to see what it was. As your fingers touched the smooth surface, a shock of energy shot through them. You pulled your hand away slightly, startled by the sensation. You pulled out what ended up to be a necklace.

It was a small milky crystal, shaped in a perfect sphere. Black wire held it attached to black straps. It reminded you of when your mother would tell you of the past sisters, using large crystal orbs or fragments of them to cast stronger magick. You could feel the connection to it, the feeling like the connection you had with the energy on Dathomir. It must have been mother's.

Smiling sadly, you wrapped the straps around your neck, once, twice, and tied it to where it sat right in the hollow between your collar bones. It helped you feel complete, a little piece of home close to your heart. The cold crystal buzzed with magick, and helped your confidence as you went to leave the room. Just before exiting, you spied a pair of small leather gloves on the dresser.

Hell, why not. Just to tie it all together.

You pulled the hood over your face and left your quarters, the tall group of dark men all turning towards you at once. The examination felt awkward, like it was the first time they'd ever seen you.

"If you'll pick your jaws up off the floor gentlemen, I think we're running late." And continued to walk past them. You felt a slight tug on your cloak, and turned to see it hanging in the air behind you. Kylo walked up and past you, towering over you for a minute. It seemed like a habit of his.

"You don't know where you're going little one. You don't know what someone might do with a stray kitten like yourself."

He brought a single finger to your chin, lifting your face in his direction. You went to back away but then he wrapped a few fingers around your chin, holding you there. Another silent stare off, and you hoped your eyes shown the remnants of smoking anger you were aiming his direction. You were tired of being treated like an animal.

He dropped your face and turned around, starting down the hall in a way that indicated you were to follow. The knights spread around you like an escort. If it wasn't because the fact you were more so a hostage, you might have enjoyed this. It almost reminded you of home.

The group of you made quite a motley crew, gathering stares from everyone who passed. There were alot of quivering bows and salutes made to the Commander, and you could only imagine how they felt. He was a living shadow, a looming aura followed him wherever he went. You couldn't help but wonder how he had gotten to this point, this level of power and rage.

A slight turn of his helmet, you quieted your mind. You forgot he could hear you. You didn't want him to know you were thinking about him. Why were you thinking about this Sith anyway?

Don't ever presume to know who or what I am, witch.

Sith or not, the dark side was strong in him.

After crossing what felt like half the ship, you finally came to a command hub. Bustling with activity, people in their gray and black uniforms made it a point to stay out of your way. You could see sideways glances and the whispers around you. As long as they stayed out of your way, you didn't care.

The group entered a wide room, a long black table with lots of chairs in the middle and the back wall made of glass. It seemed to be a recurring pattern. At the very end of the table sat a man, skin a pasty pink and hair a fire orange.

He looked like a prick.

" Commander Ren, what a pleasure for you to finally join us." His voice dripped with sarcasm, but the mocking face dropped as soon as he saw you from behind Ren.

" Ah, the witch. Let's take a look." He got up from the table and started to walk down towards you. " You know, we went through alot of trouble for you. You should be grateful the First Order saved you from that savage wasteland-"

You cut him off, teleporting yourself from behind the Commander with your dagger already out. You rested the edge of the blade against his neck, and put all the pressure of your mind against him.

Kneel.

He dropped to his knees, dagger still against his throat. You looked down at him and tsked. You ended up getting eye level and smiled, feeling his fear. He was weak, and you were made to overpower insignificant men. The smell of panic in the air from his was thick, and it amused you. He was weak.

"General Hux, I can't say it's lovely to meet you," catching his name through his racing thoughts, a lot of them involving you and obscene names which made you giggle, "but if you call me a savage or a witch one more time, you will see your heart outside of your chest. You can acknowledge me as my title, Sister, or not at all. I won't warn you again." You pressed the edge against the flesh of his throat just enough to draw a red bead of blood, and then turned to take a seat.

The sudden absence of your concentration dropped him all the way to the ground. He stood up, one hand brushing his uniform and the other wiping at the nick you left on his neck. You could feel him cursing under his breath, and you flashed him another grin. It felt good to inconvenience him any way possible. It was the least you could do since they had literally kidnapped you from home.

He sat there seething, dabbing a cloth to his neck and smoothing out his hair. He reminded you of some kind of rat. Once he straightened himself out, he wove his fingers together on the table and cleared his throat. " Now that we have introductions out of the way Sister-" he made no attempt to hide the venom in his voice"- we can get to business. Our Supreme Leader felt you would be an asset to the First Order. He had us extract you to train and serve under Commander Ren. You are to start as soon as we reach our Starkiller Base within the hour. Oh, just a moment."

He was interrupted by a chime from his data pad, and spent a few minutes mumbling to himself, typing and retyping his response. For some reason this really pissed you off, like you were just a pet to be called on to perform some kind of trick. Steaming, you pushed away from the table and stormed toward the door. The sudden commotion echoed through the still room.

"Where do you think you're going? Get back over here and sit down."

It took everything not to let the anger control response. " If I'm going to be stuck here in this flying cell, I would rather spend it anywhere else than be here listening to your sniveling voice." And without looking at him just left. You didn't know where you were going, you just knew you had to go. No direction in mind, you walked through the maze that was the Finalizer.

After 20 minutes you paused. At some point Vicrul and Ushar had caught up, which annoyed you but you expected as much. They probably knew this ship like the back of their hands. Which gave you an idea.

"Uhm, knights, or whatever you are. Do you have some kind of training ground? On board the ship?"

The both looked at eachother, and Ushar indicated to follow. Vicrul held back to walk behind you, probably to make sure you didn't run off again. You didn't walk for very long, entering a large sector of the ship with windowed training rooms. They took you down the hall, past troopers exercising and training with their blasters.

I wouldn't mind learning to use one of those.

They brought you to a large bright room. Metal lined the walls and floor, and you could see patched marks from previous damage. Around the edges of the room was various workout equipment, a sparring circle in the center, and a large wall of weapons in the back. You made your way there, intrigued by the vast collection. Everything from clubs and axes, to blasters and explosive rounds. Down at the end of the wall you found a dark gray staff, with a sharp and tapered edge. You pulled it off the wall, along with an accompanying holster for it. The smokey metal matched your dagger in your belt, and you were curious if they were made of the same material.

You swung the spear in your hands, the metal humming softly. The spear was thin but felt strong, and cut through the air with grace. Spinning the spear in your fingers, you approached the knights.

"Come for me." They looked at eachother quizzically. "Just come at me, I promise I won't bite. Well, not anymore." The last bit left a coy smile on your lips, which seemed to irritate Vicrul. He unholstered his scythe, and followed you to the sparring circle. You pulled off your cloak, taking your stance and beckoned Vicrul forward with your hand. He came at you hard, swinging his scythe violently. You practically danced around him, meeting each of his strikes with one of your own, a metallic melody rang through the air.

Each one of you made advancements on eachother, close to hitting the other but never quite close enough. You trained with spear and bow extensively on Dathomir, and it felt good to finally practice again.

Mid spar, you were interrupted by the rest of the knights and their master entering the room. Ignoring them, you continued this little duel with Vicrul. You could feel their eyes on you but didn't care. Sparring with an even opponent was refreshing, the brothers always held back to some degree on your mother's orders.

But for a split second, Vic's focus wavered. You brought the staff down and behind his knees, swinging his legs out from underneath him and planting the tapered end on his chest. You both stayed there a moment, panting from the even match. You offered him a hand, which he brushed off. He pulled himself to his feet and stomped off muttering under his breath.

"Figures a witch whore would know her way around a spear."

Excuse me?

You stopped him dead in his tracks, fresh anger buzzing around him.

The only spears I wield are ones of metal. No pathetic man has been worthy of claiming this title. Watch the way you fucking talk to me or I won't stop short next time I almost kill you.

He whirled around to retaliate but was stopped.

"That's enough." Kylo Ren's filled the air. "We don't have time for this. Quit the fooling around and report to the hangar. And you-" he partially blocked your path as you tried to pass him "- Quit distracting my knights and threatening your superiors. Or your actions will have consequences. Do you understand?" You stepped around him, following the others into the hall. He grabbed your wrist and spun you around.

"You'll answer me when I speak to you."

Fuck that.

Still smoldering, you looked on in silent defiance. With your temper flared you knew you'd say something that would get you in trouble. It seemed like you got into trouble regardless.

"You little brat."

Next thing you knew, he had you up and against the wall. Your face in one hand and your wrists pinned above your head with the other. Feet dangling, he used his thigh to support your weight and pinned you to where you could only squirm.

"I'm tired of your attitude. Fix it, or I'll break it myself." He used his leg to push you up the wall higher. The sudden jerk of his thigh rubbed right between your legs and sent a shock through your nerves. You couldn't help the pitiful squeak that escaped your lips before you shut down. No breathing, no thoughts, nothing.

I hope he didn't hear me.

But of course he did.

You could feel his whole body tense up, and the energy around you two changed. You tried to ignore the way you throbbed, feeling his muscles physically tighten under and around your figure. What the fuck did he do to you?

He stared hard, and very suddenly dropped you and walked away. After he exited the room, you finally released the breath you'd been holding. You dawned your cloak once more, pulling the hood over your head and the rest tighter around you. Your mind was reeling, the way your body had responded to the friction. It left you flustered and even more irritated, blood rushing in your ears as you silently followed the group of black clad men.

The hanger was huge.

Smaller aircraft (TIE fighters, as you heard the engineers call them) were docked on the walls, larger shuttles on the ground. Troops were everywhere, disembarking and boarding shuttles while workers repaired other ships. Everyone bustled from place to place, working with determination and urgency. You figured it was due to arriving at their base, or whatever General Hux had been talking about.

The group approached two vessels, and the personnel scrambled out the way. A small and stout man came up to the Commander, going over final flight check details. The knights boarded and ugly black ship, mean and menacing. You realized that this was the ship they'd all been on the night you were taken, and though hesitant, you followed to board.

"Not you. You're in the command shuttle." The Commander's mechanical voice interrupted your thinking.

You've got to be kidding me.

Turning toward the other shuttle, you reluctantly walked up the ramp. It was smaller than the other ship, sleek, with a wide array of controls. The Commander grazed past you, seating himself at the helm of the flight controls. You sat in another chair, farther from the Commander but still near the front of the ship. With a few flips of switches and a message to flight control, the shuttle came to life. You held tightly to your chair, this being the first time you'd actually flown in a small craft through space (while awake). The engines roared awake and the shuttle shook as it lifted from the hangar, and shot into the vast darkness of space.

Holy Twins.

It was beautiful. You nearly pressed your face against the transparisteel, glitter of stars around you in every direction as far as you could see. And it was magical. You immediately became aware of the Commander's eyes on you, and sat down turning away. You still could hardly think straight from what happened after the training room. It made you self conscious.

"I've got to say, you aren't what I expected."

"Well maybe your Master should have kept you better informed." You quipped back. Immediately, your mind went back to when he had you against the wall. Fix your attitude, or I'll break it. The thought made you shiver.

You heard the hiss and whir of a locking mechanism, followed by a small metal clink. You ignored it for a moment, but curiosity made you sneak a glance. The Commander had removed his helmet.

Holy hells, he's beautiful.

He leaned back lazily in his seat, large form relaxed. He had shoulder length black waves, darker than the vacuum of space. His handsome face was adorned with a full set of lips, and eyes of frozen amber. He stared at you freezing you on the spot, unable to look away from his face.

You literally couldn't speak, and it wasn't even something he did to you. Well, it was and wasn't at the same time. Fuck, you couldn't even think.

"You seem frustrated."

FUCK

His unfiltered voice sounded like molten honey, deep and smooth. It intensified the frustration you could feel coiling in your lower stomach. He stood, and it only took three strides for him to reach you. You backed up against the control panel, mind spinning. Chest to chest, he looked down at you so intently you had to look away. Those eyes alone could tear you apart. He placed both hands on either side of your legs, and dipped his face to meet yours.

"You know I can help you with that."

He slowly grazed a path with one hand from your knee to your thigh, a trail of fire igniting along it. With the other hand he tugged your chin up, forcing your eyes to his again. Your breath hitched and eyes fluttered, unable to hold back your arousal. You'd never been touched this way, so intimately.

"You poor thing. I almost feel sorry for you."

Almost.

Which means he's heard everything,felt everything. Fuck, you should've been more careful. You couldn't help it, everything about him immobilized you. His eyes, his mouth, even his smell. You'd never noticed before. Like a woody musk, pouring into your nose and burning its way into your memory. The heat centered and pooled between your legs.

Maybe I don't want him to stop.

Just as the thought crossed your mind, his hand reached the apex between your legs. A whimper escaped your lips, as he rubbed you with slow circles. He continued to hold you still, not letting you look away.

"Look at you, being such a good girl for me. Just letting me touch you like this."

His voice was lower now, so deep you could feel it rumble in his chest. It shook you to your core. This was the same man who had killed your people, taken you from your home, and nearly killed you multiple times now. But the way he was touching you, making you melt apart, was just delicious.

"Is that so?"

Fuckfuckfuck- he was still listening. You couldn't breathe, the contact of his hand on your sex stole the air from your lungs. He ran his thumb along the tattoos on your jawline, bringing one to your mouth and pressing it against your lips.

Suck.

Mesmerized, you obeyed. Your mouth opened, inviting it in. He rubbed it against your tongue, and the pressure of his other hand hardened. The leather was smooth and almost tasted of salt. You moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back at the sensation, and felt him stiffen. When you could focus on his face again, you noticed his eyes. They'd turned into black pools of hunger. He pulled his hand away, and you couldn't help but cry out.

He just stood there, watching you pant like cornered prey. Well, you were, technically. A thought crossed your mind, and disgusted you in a good and bad way.

Touch me. Please.

You begged him with your eyes, your mouth still busy with his thumb. You watched his shoulders rise and fall from his deep breath. A look of contemplation crossed his face for just a split second, then he made his decision.

"You'll address me as Master."

He yanked his hand from your mouth, hooked both thumbs into your waistband, and pulled your pants down to your knees. He wrapped your braid around one fist, and the other hovered just over your yearning clit.

"And you'll beg for it. Out loud."

It tore your mind apart. The nightsisters had always been in charge, forcing the men to submit to them. And men were good for nothing but serving you and for breeding. Atleast, that's what you'd been told growing up. Every thought in your mind wanted to fight it, push him off and run.

But your body betrayed you.

"Please Master. Touch me. I.. I need you to touch me, please, I, Mas-"

He practically growled into your shoulder as he bit down with his teeth. The pain mixed with the pleasure in a way that mangled your thoughts. He put the thumb that had been in your mouth on your sensitive bundle of nerves, and slowly pushed a finger in your entrance. He kept going until he was knuckle deep, finger coaxing your inner walls. It touched one spot in a certain way that just made you clench around him.

"Fuck, just look at you. So tight, so wet for your master." He rasped into your shoulder, alternating between biting and sucking on your skin. Without any warning, he pushed another finger into you. Increasing his speed and pressure, he tugged your head back to look into your eyes. You bit down on your lip so hard you were sure you'd broken skin.

Every single nerve in your body burned like an inferno. Like you were being electrified. His fingers brewing a storm inside, bringing you right to the edge of a precipice. Just as everything began to crescendo and you were teetering on the edge of something indescribable-

"Commander, we have reports of incoming resistance aircraft. Please dock with the station while we deploy TIEs to intercept."

He tore his fingers from you and walked to the flight controls, sending a response. He then slipped the two fingers that had been inside you into his mouth, sucking the juices from his gloves and returned his helmet to his head. Manning the controls, he steered you into the planet's atmosphere.

Whatthefuck

"Wh-what-why did you stop?"

He turned in his chair, and responded nonchalantly, " Now you see the actions of your consequences. Only good girls get to cum. Now, get dressed. You don't want everything thinking you're just some whore."

You wanted to rebuttal, but realized your situation. Here you were, pants around your ankles, practically hyperventilating, wetness dripping down your legs. Your brain was in tatters, body begging and clenching for the relief that never came. You pulled your pants up to your waist just as the ship flew into base.

As the ship landed you watched him stand,and paused as he passed you.

"Maybe next time."

Next time?

The ramp lowered, and you could see the rest of the knights waiting for their master. Flustered, you followed. Shame clung to your thoughts. I was just nearly finger fucked to pieces by a beautiful man that I hate.

Retreating into your hood to hide your flushed face, descended the landing ramp without another word.