I already had the outline of what this chapter was going to look like planned in my head, but then my writing went rogue. It also ended up being a lot longer than intended. Oh well :P

One more thing. I change Kylo Ren's name depending on how big of a idiot he's being. When he's actually sweet, he's Ben. When he's being annoying, he's Kylo. When he's being an all out jerk, he's Kylo Ren. At the moment, he spends most of his time in my writing as Kylo, but I figured y'all should know for future reference.

Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

Strike

By: The Hat Potato

The door to Rey's room opened suddenly, jerking her from her sleep. Oh no. Why was he here? To her surprise, however, several stormtroopers entered. Before they could reach her, a redhead, who Rey knew to be General Hux, stormed past them.

He glared at her and loudly announced, "Remember Supreme Leader Snoke's instructions. Though minuscule, she is powerful and dangerous." Rey's face scrunched up at his words. What right did he have to say those things about her? And what could the soldiers do about it anyway?

The answer came far too quickly. The stormtrooper closest to her procured what looked like a roll of thick tape. Rey's mouth opened in protest, but her mouth was taped over before any rebuke could pass her lips.

Rey's eyebrows knitted together as she stared furiously at the group. That too, however, proved to be a privilege as she felt a blindfold being placed over her eyes. They must be moving her somewhere. That was the only thing that made sense. She felt a little honored that they considered her to be this much of a threat, but mostly she was just angry.

She felt the metal restraints on her wrists unclasp. Sadly, their freedom was short lived as she felt handcuffs being fastened tightly behind her back. The tape pulled at the skin on her face and the blindfold contorted her eyelashes. She hated how much control they had over her.

Rey felt herself start to fall to her knees as soon as the restrictions were removed from her ankles. In truth, she had no idea how long she had been in there for. Hours blended together and without being able to see the outside, it was truly impossible to tell day from night. Her legs were jelly when she tried to stand.

Quickly, two stormtroopers came to either side of her and yanked her back up. Had she had the ability, she would have complained about their roughness. As it was, though, she was left with no choice but to walk with the group to wherever she was meant to go.

Rey wished she could see. If she had her sight, she could be finding out information for the Resistance and figuring out how she could escape. Instead, she tried to listen to any conversations around her. To her disappointment, there seemed to be no one. Maybe they had all been given instructions to leave the halls. Or maybe they were all there, silently watching her pass. Rey didn't like that.

Her legs throbbed as she tried to walk the long distance. In reality, she was mostly being supported by the stormtroopers on either side of her. They twisted and turned so suddenly and so quickly that Rey had no hope of remembering the path they had taken.

Rey was dizzy and disoriented by the time they reached her supposed destination. Three sharp raps were placed on the door before it was opened.

"Master Ren, sir," she heard Hux start to say, "Your prisoner."

Shoot. She didn't like how Hux referred to her as Kylo's prisoner. She was definitely a prisoner, but not his. By no means his.

She felt herself being shoved into the room and before she knew it, she was back on her knees. The door slammed shut behind her. She could hear the footsteps of the entourage fade as they walked back to their regular jobs.

The awkwardness of this situation finally struck her. She was alone in a room with Kylo Ren, but she could neither talk nor see. She didn't even know where he was within the room. A wave of anxiety flashed through her. She knew he could sense it.

Rey had not realized that she had been hanging her head down until she felt his gloved hand tilt her chin up. She felt beyond uncomfortable. Soon, however, she felt his position shift, and he began undoing her handcuffs. Rey was relieved that she would finally be partly released from her captivity. His large hands barely grazed the top of her backside as he worked. She felt a deep crimson flood her cheeks despite herself.

Why did something as stupid as that make her blush? The man had kissed her for Heaven's sake! Her shut eyes tightened beneath her blindfold. Why the heck did she have to remind herself of that right now?

As soon as she heard the final click of metal, she was standing up and tearing away her disabilities. Her face stung as she tore away the tape from her mouth and her legs still wobbled underneath her, but she felt much more in control. Even though she could now see and speak, she chose to silently turn away from him, blushing all the while. The more she thought about him, the worse it got.

She heard his throat clear and her head turned on instinct. Curse instincts! He wore his same stupid smirk that made her face turn red, although now it was from a combination of embarrassment and irritation. Her eyes darted around the room and were shocked to find a bed and a dresser. Was this his bedroom?

He looked at her expectantly, as if he wanted her to speak first. Luckily for him, questions were blowing up in her mind.

"Why am I here?" she suddenly demanded.

"Would you prefer your original arrangement?" he asked. Why did he have to say everything sarcastically?

"Where are we?" Rey asked, ignoring his question.

"Your bedroom."

She was taken aback. "Oh… thank you," was her only reply.

Rey looked around the room with a new sense of gratitude until a new question burned in her brain. She couldn't help but notice how darkly decorated the room was. And his mask sitting proud on the nightstand seemed to be her breaking point. Her eyes narrowed as she barely whispered, "I-is this your room as well?"

Kylo's sharp exhale of breath let out through his nostrils gave away his failed attempt at stifling a laugh. "No… but that can be arranged," he teased.

Rey shot him a resentful look before mumbling her original question again, "Why am I here?"

Kylo slowly removed his gloves before finally sighing, "It is time to begin your training."

Rey scoffed, "Training? For what?"

"Training in the Force for the First Order."

Her eyes widened. Did he really think she would agree with that?

"No."

Kylo raised an eyebrow at the girl's abruptness, "The training you've been doing with Luke has been softening you. He has been teaching you to bottle up your power rather than embrace your full potential." He took a few steps forward before finishing his thought, "I can teach you to completely let go."

"I would prefer to unlock only half of my potential serving the light than embrace my full potential serving the dark and training with you," she shot back sharply.

Kylo could feel his temper rising. He had to keep it under control or else she would never agree. But how could he sit back and watch such utter disrespect unfold before him?

"We'll see about that," was all he could bring himself to say as he strode nearer to her.

"There's nothing to see. I refuse to be trained in the dark side," she stated very matter-of-factly.

Kylo's cursed half grin returned to his face, "I think you'll find yourself changing your mind very soon." The smug nod of his head as he spoke infuriated her even more than she already was. He spoke to her like he knew her every step before she even made it.

After her lack of response, Kylo continued, "You need to be tamed."

Fire flashed in Rey's eyes, "You speak of me as though I am nothing but a wild animal."

"Oh, but you are. Don't get me wrong, Rey, your spirit is important. Powerful even. But, I need to make you a little less… feral."

Rey was unreasonably angry. Or maybe it was reasonable. She couldn't quite tell as her hand flew up to find his face. This time, he was quicker. He grabbed her wrist in a viselike grip. Rey winced at the pressure on her bruises left from days of restraints, but she refused to show weakness. She choked down her pain and stared directly into his eyes, daring him to try and fight.

Kylo was all too happy to accept her challenge. Rey saw his face grow stern looking, but his eyes gave away his amusement. Even so, Rey held her ground. Kylo pulled Rey to him in one fell swoop, holding her tight against him.

Rey's free hand shot out in the form of a fist and began beating against his chest, back, and whatever other part of him that she could reach. Her attacks, however, seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever. Rey removed her focus from his torso and snapped her head up to look at him. This was a losing battle, but she was far too stubborn to give in. Her hand shot up to his head, took a fistful of hair, and yanked.

Kylo's face scrunched up and he took in an inhale of breath. His hand dropped its control over her wrist for only a split second, but it was all Rey needed. She twisted out of his grasp and scurried to the opposite end of the room. She panted as she watched him, her determination never wavering.

He started a fresh pursuit of her, but before he was even halfway across the room, Rey charged at him in a full out sprint, hoping to knock him to the ground. Kylo very simply dodged her attack and let out a chuckle as Rey tried to stop herself before she collided with the wall. Rey's anger turned to total and complete fury at his laughter.

She turned and tried to pounce once more. This time, Kylo met her motion. His large hands grasped her shoulders just as her palms reached his arms. They fought to push through the other, arms fully extended, and fingers clutching the other's skin. Rey was thrusting herself against him full force, while he seemed to barely be doing anything.

He was giving her a false sense of hope. Rey knew that if he was actually trying, he would overtake her in a moment. He had not even attempted to strike her. Maybe he didn't hit girls. "Stop trying to give me hope of winning. Stop going easy on me."

His reply was slow and deliberate, "I don't think that's really what you want."

Rey's head twisted and turned all around the room, looking for something to give her an advantage. Her eyes settled on his helmet, sitting on the table across the room. In one quick motion, she had pulled away from him and shot her hand out to the helmet.

She had done this before. She just had to focus. Sure enough, the helmet zoomed across the space and into her waiting hands. When her eyes glanced back at Kylo, he seemed to be extremely intrigued by her plan. She ran at him once again, only this time with a heavy metal object that could theoretically do some damage.

She jabbed it into his stomach with all the force she could muster. Her attack seemed to have its desired effect. His eyes shut and he let out a low grunt as he bent forward in an attempt to absorb the blow. Rey felt proud. In his mind, maybe he saw this as yet another reason she had to be tamed. In her mind, however, she felt nothing but control in a place where she hadn't expected any.

He clasped the helmet in his hands and hurled it onto the bed. It bounced around a few times before settling on a pillow. Kylo straightened out. He was recovering too quickly. Dread rushed through Rey's body and he reached out to her, encircling her waist with his arms. She tried desperately to calm herself, knowing that he could feel her emotions. It was too late.

"Scared, Rey?" he whispered low in her ear. She did not give a hint of a reply, her body seemingly frozen in place. One of his legs swept behind her and forcefully bent her knees, causing her to topple over. He swung her around and pinned her to the ground.

He covered every part of her with his hulking form, allowing no chance of escape, and nearly suffocating them both in the process. He held both of her wrists firmly in one hand.

"You need a teacher. You have so much power and you don't know how to use it." He explained his intent clearly.

"I nearly beat you," her voice came out small and obsolete. She knew where this discussion was going.

"I wasn't trying."

"Let. Me. Go." trembled Rey, turning her head from him.

Kylo used his free hand to turn her face back to him. "It took you until almost the end of the fight to use the Force. You need to be trained to make faster decisions."

At the moment, Rey was almost tempted to accept. She needed to get out of his grasp and to be able to defend herself next time. Next time. That thought scared her. All the same, she stubbornly refused to give into his offer of dark power.

She squirmed under him so relentlessly, that she managed to find a brief moment of escape. Turning her back towards him, she lunged for freedom. It was to no avail. Now Kylo held her pinned on her stomach. Her face became all too acquainted with the floor.

"Just agree. I don't like having to do this," he huffed. That was a lie. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was. He could only hope that she couldn't see how much he was enjoying this. She was too strong willed. Even as he held her down entirely, she writhed under him.

She needed rest. Kylo's memory jumped back to when he saw her in the shower. She had been so tired, she hadn't even noticed their connection. And then, she had gotten sick just days after. She must be exhausted. Where did she find it in her to keep going?

He tried not to dwell too long on her in the shower. It brought too many images to mind. The last thing he needed right now was for Rey to know how much he desired her. Then, she might have reason behind her fear. But, she must know to some extent. He had kissed her after all.

"Get. Off. Of. Me!" Rey's sentence came out in short breaths, and Kylo realized that he might have actually been smothering her. At once, he removed himself. He could only hope that she had not demanded that because she had read his thoughts. This seemed unlikely. He was just being paranoid.

As soon as he was off of her, she was on the other side of the room, eyes wide and breathing deeply.

He stood up, but kept his distance, not wanting to frighten her, "Rey."

"Don't!" she cut him off shakily, "I will train with you in the Force, but not in the dark side and not for the First Order."

Kylo nodded slowly. It was not ideal, but he was afraid to push her any further.

"Rey… I-I'm sorry." He really was, and he could sense that she knew it, too. He breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"You need to get some sleep," he told her gently. Training would be tough and he did not need her getting sick again.

He fought the urge inside of him to kiss her goodnight. Or at least make sure she went to bed. But, he had taken too much today. He had actually frightened her. He knew she hated to be overpowered, so why had he done it? He sighed.

"Goodnight," he said before leaving the room.

Rey stood, still glued to the spot she had run off to. She didn't care that much about the fight. If anything, she was more upset about her loss than she was about the existence of the scuffle at all. The fact that he had pinned her down and practically forced her to agree to training angered her more. But still, that was not the reason that she was standing there, frozen in fear and shock.

She had seen inside his mind. She had seen what he thought about her - what he thought about doing to her. She shuddered and blushed profusely. The movement, small as it was, finally broke her from her trance.

She moved across the room to the bed. Her bed. Rey felt more and more relieved that this room belonged to her and her alone. She had known that he liked her. He had kissed her on two separate occasions. It was her own fault for refusing to think about that until now. She just hadn't realized how serious he was about it.

She thought about taking a shower, but the thought of Kylo Ren being able to burst in on her at any moment turned her mind against the idea. She climbed onto the soft mattress and lay her head down on the pillow. She really was tired. Her eyelids began to become heavy and she found it harder and harder to keep her eyes open.

Something heavy rolled on the bed. She sat straight up, suddenly alert. Down, next to her thigh, lay his mask. Rey looked down at it, deliberating with what she should do with it. She set it down on the nightstand. No, now it looked like it was looking at her and she didn't like that at all.

She contemplated destroying it. That, however, would make Kylo mad, and Rey did not want to know what he would do when angry. She settled on setting it on the floor in the corner of the room furthest from her. Eagerly, she climbed back into bed and was quickly claimed by sleep.

The End