Chapter 3
(I'm baaaack *grins and backs away slowly*)
Written to Kettering, by The Antlers
Hopelessness isn't a feeling I'm accustomed to, but as I'm lead onto Kylo's ship, my mind is seized by it, my heart trampled by its ink-black hooves. He's everything I always wanted, everything I always feared.
To be desired in such a way…who was I to be unaffected?
Who was I but an insignificant scavenger girl?
You belong to me…
His grip on my elbow tightens right before the spaceship's giant hatch moves, yawning to a definitive close.
"Where do you want the girl, sir?" a Stormtrooper appears just behind us, a black blaster lodged in the crook of his elbow.
With a dangerous, withering glare, Kylo's eyes dismiss him, sending the Stormtrooper scuttling back to his prior duties. The walls inside the ship are gray and bland, yet they scream horror, reminding me once again of the precarious situation I now found myself in.
"What now?" I ask, my heart hammering when his eyes, full of black fire, trap mine. "Do you intend to kill me, torture me, what?"
Kylo bites into his bottom lip, and I can tell the action is unchecked when he straightens. "You do as I say; you become my wife, my equal in every way." His large, rough hand palms the side of my face.
I swallow and hold back the useless tears that threaten. "I'll never give myself to you," I warn him. "I'll never surrender."
His full lips settle into a mocking leer. "You think you know pain. You think you know hopelessness." Cold ebony eyes drift over my face as he removes his hand, his profile suddenly monstrous. "You know NOTHING!" he yells, and I take a step back, stunned by the quick turn of his emotions. He's mad, absolutely mad. I can see that now, clearer than ever before. But then he softens his tone again, "And I would have you remain as ignorant. I would see anyone who attempts to take you away from me…dead."
Han Solo's smile flashes, causing me pain. "You're insane," I whisper. "You're a murderer."
"Yes." His eyes shine into mine desperately. "I'm all those things."
After halfway leading, halfway dragging me to his quarters, I'm finally left alone. Wordlessly, he locks me inside, the cold air sending a shiver up my spine.
He hadn't killed Poe, or any of my friends, the thought comes to me. He'd shown mercy when I thought he'd had none, but I won't let that fool me. Kylo is dangerous, a cold-blooded killer. Pacing the room, I dare not take a seat. I do notice that his bed is draped in black silk, not surprising in the least.
"Miss me?" he inquires softly, causing me to jump as he slithers back inside the room unnoticed.
"Hardly." I stop pacing, drinking in his towering height as he nears.
He cocks his head to the side and begins undressing, watching me like a hawk circling its prey.
"W-what are doing?" I ask, my eyes darting around the room for escape.
He scoffs, his bare-naked chest now in full view. "Nothing." His teeth flash. "Yet."
"I-
"We have a meeting, and I need a shower. You're welcome to join me." He holds out a hand, beckoning.
I swallow before reinforcing myself. "No. That won't be necessary," I say steadily.
His hand drops and clenches. "Soon," he vows. "You'll beg for my touch."
My eyes can't seem to focus on anything else as they travel from his navel up to his heavily muscled torso. And then up to his face where the scar I gave him trembles around dark eyes. "I'd never do anything of the sort," I lie helplessly, my core throbbing with something new, despite my disgust. "Where are we going, a meeting with whom?" I remember his earlier statement and grapple for a subject change.
He grins darkly. "I've taken the senate."
I turn away from him, my eyes fluttering closed as I try to control my breathing. The sick little boy living inside Kylo Ren wasted no time. His need for dominance and control poisons everything he touches.
Including me.