Writer's note: I don't own any of the characters. They all belong to Lucasfilm and Disney; I just like to play with them. This story is just a refined version of my daydreaming – it could very well turn into Reylo smut at any moment.
Rey wolfed down all of the rations, her gnawing hunger telling her that she'd been here – wherever here was – for much longer than a day. Living for so many years on Jakku had taught her to ration her water, and she took a few slow sips, relishing the feeling of it on her parched throat. She sat on the edge of the bench for a few minutes, feeling slightly nauseous after eating so quickly. 'Or from them poisoning you,' she thought to herself. She immediately tried to shake off the preposterous idea, but she had begun to feel a little paranoid, and this sudden change of events wasn't doing much to allay her concerns. After a few minutes had gone by and she was still in full control of her faculties, she reassured herself that the food hadn't been some malicious trap, and began to relax slightly.
A quick glance around her revealed a small, austere room with the slab she'd been cuffed to in the center, the control panel and stool that Ren had sat on near the door, and the bench she was now resting on tucked along the back wall. It was directly behind the interrogation apparatus, 'Which explains how I missed it," she thought. She peered at the control panel from across the room, and to her surprise, noticed that it didn't appear to be secured. It likely had security clearances to restrict access, she surmised, but it also probably had some sort of emergency button she could make use of in planning her escape.
She got up to walk towards the panel, but stumbled after only a few steps, wincing and choking back a yelp as her knees, then palms, painfully hit the floor. Tears began to prickle at the corners of her eyes as she knelt, immobilized, listening for the sound of footsteps or a command panel being activated by some unknown guard outside. No one appeared to be nearby, but she was sure the noise she had made when she tripped must have been audible in the corridor, and she was particularly keen on avoiding an unexpected confrontation with a Stormtrooper. Bracing herself, she prepared to push herself up, but felt her arms tremble as she shifted forward to put weight on them; frustrated, she tried again, with the same result. She lowered herself into a sitting position, leaning back against the long bench.
What had caused her to become so weak? She puzzled over it for a few moments before it dawned on her; she'd had nothing to eat or drink in Force only knows how long. She was definitely dehydrated, and potentially malnourished at this point; her body was probably protesting the lack of nourishment, and at the worst possible moment to boot.
Rey tipped her head back and squeezed her eyes shut before letting out a choked moan. She had already been fighting to keep back tears after her painful collision with the floor; add being unable to walk to the list, and she was sure she would lose this battle. Reaching back to use the bench as support, she painstakingly pushed herself up enough to climb onto it. She hadn't realized it earlier, but a fairly large blanket sat folded at the end. It wasn't anything fancy, but it would be nice to tuck herself in with. She stretched out, wrapping herself with the blanket. She lay awake for what seemed like hours, struggling to find a solution to her predicament. No matter how many ideas she had, none seemed remotely feasible, and overwhelmed with frustration, she curled up underneath the blanket as tears began to stream down her face. A few sobs escaped as she continued to cry, and only when she had no tears left to shed did the young woman drift off to sleep.