A/N: Okay, I'm not so great with Star Wars as I've only watched each of the movies once and haven't really read any of the books. But this came to my mind for some reason. It's only going to be a one-shot because I claim no knowledge of anything. Fair, right? Enjoy.
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Her chains glistened under the lights of the ship and clinked with each step she took. She tugged on them to test the grip of her escort, but they remained firm.
She wasn't going to get away that easily.
The girl's green eyes scanned the area as she walked, taking in the many Storm Troopers that walked the halls. She felt sick to her stomach at the sight of them, knowing that a good deal of them had become Storm Troopers only by force. They weren't like the clones of so long ago. Before the fall of the Jedi.
And am I any better? The girl lowered her eyes as she and her escort neared the destination that they were destined for. Forever in chains. To serve one master. To give away everything.
There was a whisper of doors opening and then she was pulled into a room that she had been in many times before. She took a shallow breath and stood perfectly still, her tail not even swaying.
"Leave us," came her master's voice and she wanted to beg for them to stay.
The escort left and the doors closed tight behind her. Her leash was pulled forward until she fell at the feet of her master, the O-ring on her collar pulled taught.
She let out a small cry, but he ignored it.
"Isis," her master said. "How has my pet been treated of late?"
Isis lifted her golden eyes to look at her master. "As well as could be expected, Master Kylo Ren. As any slave should be treated."
Kylo's dark eyes held hers and the slightest smirk touched his lips. "Is that so?"
The air in her lungs caught as he Force Choked her into the air in front of him, still holding onto her leash. Isis didn't try fighting him, there was no use. He was a powerful Sith Lord and she was nothing but a mere slave girl.
"And do you think that you are treated like common slaves?" Kylo asked, looking at her. "Wouldn't you say I treat you to a life much better than what you grew up in?"
Isis didn't want to remember her past, but he played it in her head. The times that she'd been beaten and starved by her own parents. The rape that he'd walked in on – one of many that she had confessed to him when he pried into her mind – and that he'd killed the rapist of for some reason. She was in debt to him. Now she was fed and had a place to call home, even if she could only stay in her room until summoned by him.
"Master, you treat me so well," Isis breathed with difficulty. "I…I owe my life to you and your happiness."
Kylo Ren seemed pleased by her words and released her from the Force Choke. Isis landed on her feet and lifted a hand to rub her throat. Kylo reached out and unhooked her leash.
"You wouldn't have to wear this if I could completely trust you," he told her, tossing the leash aside. "But you've tried to run far too many times."
Isis said nothing because it was true.
Kylo looked down at her. "Is it so hard to love your master?"
"No, sir." Isis shook her head.
The Sith Lord hooked his finger in the O-ring at her throat and tugged her closer to him. She took a shaky breath and looked up at him with hesitant eyes. His lips closed over hers in a soft kiss that turned more hard by the passing second.
Kylo peeled off what clothes she had on, leaving her bare to him and the world. She trembled at the chill in the air, clashing with the warmth of his touch. Kylo pushed her back onto his bed and climbed over her.
I didn't want this life before…what makes this different? What makes him different?
Isis didn't put up a fight as Kylo buried himself into her. She only cried out because it hurt. He hadn't prepped her for the sudden intrusion, so she was tight, dry. With each thrust, she felt like she was going to ripped in two. Of all the people she'd been with, Kylo was the biggest. Even if he tried to be gentle, it would do little good.
Not that he wants to…he takes more than he gives…but what else would one do with their slave? Why should I expect any different?
Kylo grabbed her by her chin and held her gaze. "Focus on me."
Isis tried to focus on him. She tried to see the kind master that he had been to her. The one that hadn't listened to the his own master's orders to punish her for running away. The kindness that he had shown her by clothing her, feeding her some of the best meals offered to his crew, and giving her somewhere warm to sleep other than the barracks. She had loved her master.
Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip. "Your own thoughts are elsewhere, Master." Her eyes glowed. "Who is…Rey?"
Kylo froze in mid thrust. His eyes bore into hers and Isis knew she had fucked up. Her O-ring choker tightened around her throat and she gasped for air. Isis tried to pry it loose, but it was no use.
"That is none of your concern," Kylo said in a tight voice. "Do not repeat that name in anyone's presence. Do you understand, Slave?"
Isis gasped and nodded, fighting to breathe. There was a wave of Force and then the doors opened. Two Storm Troopers entered the room and Kylo backed off of her.
"Take her back to her room," he ordered. "And do not let her have food tonight." He glowered darkly at the girl. "She needs to learn her place."
Isis took in sharp breaths as the Storm Troopers replaced her leash on her and pulled her, naked, from Kylo's presence. Isis felt tears poor down her face in rivers and tugged at her leash. She felt so exposed and disgraced as she walked past those same Storm Troopers she had pitied. They hardly glanced at her, having accepted their fate.
I'm on my own…Why doesn't my master want to tell me who this Rey is? Is she more important? She closed her eyes. Of course she is…I am a mere slave…and a slave is all that I will be until my master has no use for me…
She let out a cry as she was thrown in her room and left alone. She laid there on the ground and closed her eyes, feeling sick to her stomach.
Soon, master will have no use for me…Thanks to this Rey…
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A/N: This was a random story for me. I'm sorry if you don't enjoy it. I probably won't write another one-shot for Star Wars for quite a while. That seems fair. Please be kind. Thank you. -Scarlet
