Gift

"Well then, Lord Ren. It seems that we have a deal."

Kylo was sitting opposite of Dalek Rahl, one of the most powerful crime lords in Outer Rim. Snoke wanted him as an ally and the negotiations had been successful. Personally Kylo didn't like Rahl at all; the man was too arrogant and theatrical. Not that it mattered; he would still be a useful ally.

"I believe this calls for a celebration," Rahl continued cheerfully and snapped his fingers. "Girl! Drinks!"

A young woman entered the room carrying a tray. She had brought them food and drinks during the negotiations, although Kylo hadn't drunk or eaten anything. He hadn't wanted to remove his helmet and he had been too occupied to really notice the girl, even though she was wearing a very short and revealing dress.

She was a small girl, too thin and fragile for Kylo's liking. He preferred females with fuller breasts and longer legs. Her face was somewhat pretty he supposed and her dark brown eyes were complimented by long dark eyelashes. She wasn't outstandingly beautiful, but not ugly either. The bruises on her skin told him that she had gotten used to rough treatment. She hurried to the table, keeping her eyes on the floor.

"No," Kylo stated when she was about to serve him a drink.

"Not much of a drinker, are you, Lord Ren?" Rahl hummed. "I respect that." He paused and glanced at the girl who was just serving him. "Stay."

She obeyed and stood beside the table, still keeping her eyes down.

"I've had this one for a while," Rahl stated. "Very obedient and hardworking."

"How nice," Kylo replied carelessly.

"Do you own slaves?" Rahl asked.

"No. We have droids for that."

Rahl smiled.

"It's not the same thing, believe me. This girl for example… She knows how to serve. I have trained her myself."

Kylo was becoming impatient; he couldn't see the point of this conversation.

"Well, I believe we're done here and my time is very valuable…"

"Yes, of course. Before you leave, I would like to offer you a modest gift. Just a small token of my appreciation."

Kylo rolled his eyes under his helmet. Many people wanted to impress him and he has had more gifts than he could remember. He didn't expect much from a scum like Rahl.

"Her," Rahl continued smiling and cocked his head towards the girl. "She is my gift to you."

Kylo frowned, why would he possibly want her?

"She will serve you well, I guarantee that."

Kylo was just about to refuse this gift when he recalled the agreement they had just made. Perhaps insulting a new ally wasn't the smartest thing to do. He stood up and looked at the girl from head to toes. Fear. He could sense it clearly. Her heart was beating like a drum. She hadn't known about this, he was sure of it.

"Thank you, I accept your gift," Kylo stated.

Rahl was clearly pleased as he stood up as well.

"I'm glad to hear that." He paused and glanced at the girl. "Kneel before your new master."

She obeyed and got down on her knees.

"As I said, very obedient," Rahl hummed smirking.

Kylo didn't reply; he was too annoyed. He had no use for a creature like her. Yet he had to take her with him. She got up as soon as he told her to and followed him as he headed to his shuttle. Clearly she had trouble keeping up with him, but he didn't really care. The stormtroopers who were marching behind him were looking at her, but obviously they didn't ask any questions.

Her outfit was drawing too much attention among men who hadn't been with a woman for a while. Kylo realized that he couldn't take her to the Finalizer dressed like that. Thankfully Rahl had delivered some of her clothes in Kylo's shuttle. Impatiently he looked inside the small bag and picked up a grey cloak.

"Put this on," he ordered.

She obeyed without saying a word. The journey back to the Finalizer wasn't very long and unfortunately Hux was waiting for his return.

"Ren," Hux greeted him coolly. "How were the negotiations?"

"Successful," Kylo replied simply and walked past the General. The girl was right behind him.

"Ren," Hux called, sounding irritated. "Who is she?"

"My new slave," Kylo huffed. "A gift from Rahl."

"Your… You can't bring her here, who knows what diseases she has!"

Kylo stopped and turned to face the General.

"How were you planning to stop me?"

Hux's nostrils flared, he was furious. Yet he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop Kylo.

"That's what I thought," Kylo snorted and marched towards his quarters. The girl followed him like some kind of a pet. He needed to get rid of her.

"Don't get too comfortable," he snorted as soon as they were in his quarters. "You're not staying here."

She didn't look at him, but she took a quick look around. His quarters hadn't been cleaned yet, there were clothes lying on the floor. Silently she picked them up and placed them neatly on the chair. He was just about to ask what she thought she was doing when she walked over to him and carefully removed his cloak. He was so surprised that he didn't resist. No one had dared to touch him like that for a very long time. After removing his cloak, she stood beside him, eyes on the floor, waiting for his orders. He stared at her from behind his mask and found himself reaching for her thoughts.

"He's going to kill me… Please make it quick… What if he gives me to the soldiers… I hope he kills me…"

Her thoughts were cut off when Kylo took his helmet off. He could sense her curiosity, but she didn't dare to look at him.

"You can look," he huffed.

Slowly she raised her head. Her eyes widened as she saw his face.

"How can he look so normal?"

Kylo was amused, he couldn't help it.

"What did you expect?" he asked.

"I don't know, master," she replied quietly.

"Had you heard about me before today?"

She nodded.

"Yes, master."

He observed her for a moment, pondering what to do with her. He had to admit that he liked being called a master. Would it really be so bad to have someone serving him?

"Rahl said that you are a good servant," he stated. "How can you serve me?"

A very brief pause.

"Any way you wish, master."

Her voice was calm, but he could tell what her first thought was. His hands groping her and tearing her clothes off. He probably couldn't blame her for thinking that.

"Don't flatter yourself," he snorted. "I have no use for you in my bed."

She was more than relieved; although she wasn't completely sure did he mean that. For some ridiculous reason he felt somewhat insulted. Did she really found him so repulsive, especially after serving Rahl? What was the matter with him, she was nothing more than a slave. Her thoughts meant less than nothing. However, she could be useful to him, assuming she was as good as Rahl had said. Perhaps he should try this. If she would displease him, he would get rid of her. What could be simpler?