Thanks for the reviews yall! Im glad you're enjoying the writing style (it always makes my heart happy when I'm told that one of my stories is well written). I usually write fluff and fun stories, but I do have to admit I find myself drawn more into writing darker fiction. Really gets my creativity flowing. So by now you guys probably know this is definitely going to be a Reylo fic. I'm going to try my best to keep it as true to the characters as possible, and who knows? Maybe Ben Solo is truly gone, but you will have to stay tuned to find out.

Kylo Ren paced back and forth, moving restlessly in the abandoned section of his ship. Had there been subordinates lurking, Kylo Ren would have maintained a cool, unaffected disposition. Instead he was alone and left to do as he pleased without informants reporting back his irate behavior to the Supreme Leader.

That thought had him standing still, upper lip curling in irritation at the knowledge he was being constantly watched by those around him, like a animal on display and locked in a cage. The facial movement upset the delicate scar that marred his face, causing a new wave of irritation to flow through him. Irritation and anger, knowing the menace who had given him such a mark was laying in the other room, all but defenseless. Useless and vulnerable in her current situation. She was a prisoner and she would bow down before him before the end.

Rey, the scavenger scum. Although she was not exactly a scavenger. At least, she hadn't been when she was originally abandoned that worthless planet, Jakku.

How his blood boiled just at the thought of her, at how easily she had been able to wield the Force during their last true encounter. He might have grown increasingly stronger since their last meeting, but even he knew she might possibly be capable of taking him down someday. How easy it seemed for her to resist the pull of their minds, how swiftly she told him no when he gave her every opportunity to join him, to join the darkside each night when he penetrated her mind and wreaked havoc in her dreamscape.

Each night he came to her, always in the same place and always in the same manner. Always seeking her out, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. When he first began the invasion, it was his duty, the Supreme Leader's bidding to sway her to their side. However, as the nights turned to weeks and into months, it became personal to Kylo Ren. It became a challenge, an intrigue and lately it became a type of sick joy, knowing he could come to her so easily, that some part of her longed to see him in her unconscious mind, even if she knew it was wrong. That was how it became easier and easier to enter my unconscious, because a part of her was letting him inside, leading him to her. If only she were aware she had been doing it, Kylo Ren knew she would be beside herself, no doubt filled with turmoil.

He nearly smiled.

He had caused that indecision to blossom in her mind, had begun to sense her resolve weakening each time he held her to him, invading her space. She craved him like an addict craved a fix. Kylo Ren relished that desire, that want. He could sense it, feel it. He knew in the darkest part of her soul she wanted to know him, although she didn't understand why. She was frightened by it and in feeling such fear, she did everything with the Force to keep those emotions, those feelings at bay. As much as she felt drawn to him, she also felt hatred for the unspeakable actions he had committed in his lifetime. Such strong emotions warred within her, which was perfect for Kylo Ren's plans to conquer her and dominate her. When he was through with her, Rey would bow down to the power of the darkside.

She belonged to the darkside, to him. Even if the pathetic light still filtered through her very soul, she was meant to stand by his side. To be greater and more powerful than the lightside was ever capable of making her. Of making anyone. Didn't she see that? Or was her mind so simple as to be influenced into the light by none other than Luke Skywalker? So besotted with the only Jedi left that she assumed she could deny Kylo Ren what he desired? That she could forever evade the pull to him? He knew she felt it. He felt it too. And to know that his uncle, that Skywalker, had taken charge of her, it made him mad with rage. Jealousy was as strong an emotion as any, and he let it build inside him, like a tsunami that was close to destroying an entire village of people. Violent and unpredictable.

His upper lip curled again in disgust at the mere thought of Skywalker teaching Rey anything, although a passerby would never have noticed the movement beneath his mask. His fist clenched angrily, the leather glove making a small squeaking noise as he gripped his fist tighter and tighter.

She sought counsel and training from that pathetic excuse of a Jedi Master, sought to have him mold her into a Jedi as well, yet she refused the advances of Kylo Ren himself, turning him down time and time again, almost as if he was some love sick fool and she was better than him and his ways. As if he could never even be on the same level as her.

No one was better than him, especially not a weakminded Jedi in training who hadn't been able to keep him from her thoughts.

She would come to him, beg him to train her, to guide her into his life. He could break her and remold her into how he saw her, how he knew she could become if she were only to give in to her feelings.

Rey would join the darkside or die.

She lay on a bench that was attached to the wall of her prison, feigning sleep as she faced the wall.

Rey took the time she was alone to backtrack the previous few hours, coming to terms with the fact she was well and truly captured. Perhaps if a guard came in she could use a Jedi mind trick to escape, just like last time. She could take his weapon and send him on his way, none the wiser about his encounter with her.

However, Rey had a sinking suspicion she would not be encountering any Stormtroopers this time. Not if Kylo Ren had learned from the mistake he had made last time, and she was sure he had. Kylo Ren was many things, but Rey never thought him stupid.

Being this close to him, she could feel his emotions without hardly any effort, so raw and alive they nearly hurt Rey to feel them in such proximity.

Her mind, almost of its own accord, brushed his. She recoiled at the hatred and jealousy that seemed to come at her like a tidal wave, nearly jumping from the bench and giving away her ruse to anyone who might have been spying on her.

Instead, she let her breaths in and out, keeping a steady rythym as she lightly peeked at Kylo Ren with as little Force as she could in attempt to remain undetected. He, so lost in his own musings, didn't seem to notice as she tapped into his most conscious thoughts, listening in on his inner dialogue.

'She will join the darkside or die.' Came to her clearly.

At least Rey knew her time on this ship would be short and hopefully not terribly painful before she became one with the Force. She felt a sting of fear, which she knew she must have passed along the thin thread that connected her to Kylo Ren. She didn't seem to care about that any longer, withdrawing from his mind and focusing on her own thoughts. The thought of death frightened Rey, but she was also comforted with the knowledge she might finally meet her grandfather when she became one with the Force. Maybe she would even be strong enough to hold a full conversation with him. Obi Wan Kenobi.

The very man Ben Solo had been named for, and he was sure to cut her down. To reunite a family even as he had torn his own apart. That thought seemed to dissipate a bit of her fear, knowing that there was something waiting for her after this life was undoubtedly cut short.

Rey would never join the darkside. She had seen it's influence yield terrible results. Cities, planets destroyed... And for what reason? Power. It was always about power for those who followed in the shadows, who let the darkest parts of their souls reign supreme in their lives. Rey didn't think anything could ever sway her to the darkside.

No longer interested in playing the role of unconscious captive, Rey sat up on the bench, allowing her back to touch the wall, one leg dangling over the side while the other was bent, foot resting comfortable on the bench while she waited. She knew who was coming for her. Kylo Ren.

'Join the darkside or die.' Echoed through her mind. Why was he so determined she align herself with him? Even on Starkiller Base, Rey knew he hadn't been trying to kill her when they had dueled. Even then, he had been fixated on becoming her Master, on teaching her all he knew about the Force. But why? She didn't know if she would ever understand it. Understand him. It didn't seem she had the luxurious of time to figure any of it out as she was definitely marked for death.

Now she just had to wait for death to be delivered to her on a silver platter.

Another hour passed, possibly two, before she heard the locking mechanism on the sliding door deactivate. There was a whoosh of sound and a bright light that shined into her holding cell, before Kylo Ren in all of his glory filled the space, blocking out the light in an instant before stepping into the room. The door shut behind him ominously.

Seeing him in her dreams and encountering him in real life were two very different things.

In her dreams, he always seemed intimidating, but shrouded in mystery, almost like an illusion. Like her mind had fogged over certain aspects of him, making him seem less formidable in her sleep.

Staring up at him now as he approached, Rey could feel the Force emanating from him, almost in waves. He seemed taller, which struck Rey as odd as he was already at a great height, at least a foot taller than herself. His robes were the same and his mask shined with a certain newness. Most likely due to the other one blowing up with Starkiller Base. That thought almost had her smirking, however, she was a bit too preoccupied with the man before her. He looked more like a creature than a man, covered in layers of clothing and that dreaded mask.

Oh how she hated the mask he wore.

"Perhaps had I been strapped down on a steel contraption, this might have felt like a reunion of sorts." She bit out at him, refusing to let him frighten her. And he did scare her. In fact, Rey was terrified of him for many reasons, some of them she didn't want to admit to herself. What was the point when she was about to die?

"I can always strap you down, if that is your desire. You are my guest, after all." His words came out distorted through the mask, sending a shiver down Rey's spine. She straightened her back along the wall, determined to not be intimidated by him. She was strong with the Force and with herself. She would not break by the likes of him.

Kylo Ren took a seat across from her, elbows resting on his knees, hands clenched together. She could feel his eyes on her face, almost as if he could see right through her. It was unsettling, feeling that and not being able to stare back into the eyes that scraped over her own features.

"I know you have been awake for a while. Are you holding out hope Skywalker will come to your rescue?" He bit the words out mockingly, as if a rescue were impossible. She knew he was well aware that was her method of escape last time. Back when Han Solo came for her, to take her home to the Resistance. Back when he murdered his own father in order to gain more power.

"I was merely taking the time to think there were worse things than death." She said the words pointedly at him, willing him to understand what she meant. The only thing she could possibly to be worse than her demise was to join him.

"Oh?" His voice became light, but she could sense the anger beginning to seep through the facade.

"Careful, Kylo Ren. You might have grown in power, but so have I. I can feel the anger building around you as you await my answer. Are you always so ruled by your anger? By your hate?" Immediately his emotions dissipated, almost as if they were never there to begin with.

"It is how I have learned to master the Force, to bend it to my will. I have grown in way you could not possibly imagine and soon, I will rule the darkside with you by my side."

Rey's mouth dropped open, although she had been expecting a spiel similar to that one. However, she hadn't expected him to think they would be ruling the darkside together. She had only assumed to be a pawn against the Resistance.

"What could I possibly offer you, Kylo Ren, the Master of the Knights of Ren, that you could not possibly already have lain at your feet?" She felt a tiny pull of indecision from him, almost as if he were unsure of the answer himself. That was intriguing...

"You are strong with the Force and you have only become stronger since learning how to properly wield it." True. All true. Yet she didn't think that was why he wanted her with him. "Once you align yourself with the darkside, you will be a valuable asset to the Supreme Leader." That last bit was a lie. She could feel it.

"To you, you mean? You don't want me to join your side for the benefit of Snoke." She paused, closing herself off from everything else, just for a brief moment. She needed to trust her instincts, let them guide her. She sought out the truth, opening her eyes when she felt it coming from her lips. "You want me for yourself. You've grown tired of being alone Kylo Ren, and you have brought me here to be yours." He stood up abruptly, taking the few short steps necessary before he was pulling her up from the bench lifting her to his eye level. Her feet dangling several inches from the ground and her arms would likely have bruises later from the force of his hold. The abrupt change in location didn't slow down Rey's words as she practically spit them out at him. "It eats at you, knowing another has come into my life to train me and you were rejected. I can feel your anger, but I can also feel the loneliness that eats at you, threatens to swallow you whole."

"Stop talking." The words hissed out, his mask brushing along the side of her face when he said the words into her ear. Shaking her head, Rey continued. Her words were filled with disbelief.

"Why do you want me so badly?"

Kylo Ren dropped her abruptly, stepping aside as she crumpled to the floor to stare up at him. He paced back and forth in the tiny cell for a few seconds before reaching up and unlocking his mask, the slight noise of air escaping as he pulled it from his head and set it on the bench behind Rey.

He knelt down, staring at her fully for the first time in months without his mask.

The scar she had given him had healed nicely, leaving a thin line that went from his forehead, cut across his nose and ended right before it reached his jaw. For some odd reason Rey was tempted to touch it. Instead she remained still, seemingly unfazed. His hair was slightly longer than it had been last time. The long black waves came just past his shoulders. His eyes were still so deeply brown they looked almost like black onyx.

The first time Rey had seen him, she had thought him beautiful. But she had been so frightened and when he had taken his mask off, she had become even more scared. She didn't think someone so handsome should have been so evil.

Now, without the terror gripping her heart at her situation, Rey could actually just look at him and take in the knowledge that he was breathtaking and captivating.

Kylo Ren reached out, brushing his hand along her cheek. The sensation was exactly how she remembered from her dream and Rey shut her eyes, well aware where this encounter would lead them. Always to the same conclusion. That was the part where he asked her to join him, she would say no and he would hurt her.

"I want you because you are beautiful. You think the light is the only option, but it's not. The dark can offer so much more for you. You can be so much more." He said soothingly. Rey's eyes snapped open as his grip went to her jaw rather forcefully, yanking her head up until their eyes clashed. He smirked at her, eyes turning into daggers as he bit out his next words, all gentleness leaving him. "I want to break you down, piece by piece until there is no light left inside of you. I want you to be so enamored that you will do anything I ask, that you will want to please me. Then, when you are at your most vulnerable, I want to build you back up, mold you into the perfect partner. I want the darkside to flow through your veins, I want it to be the only life source that is available to you. You are mine." His face edged closer to hers, his eyes lingering on her lips before coming back up to lock on the rest of her face. He took her in with his eyes, almost as if he saw her so differently while behind his mask.

"Have you always had such a fascination with wanting what you cannot have?" Rey wanted to shout the words at him, the spit in his too handsome face. Instead she mustered up whatever tranquility was still stored inside of her and spoke calmly. Matter of factly. She wouldn't let this man break her. No matter what torture he devised up.

He hissed out a breath at her before smiling at her as if he had won. It was sinister and cunning and Rey found she didn't like it at all.

Kylo Ren leaned down until he held her in an embrace, his lips pressing against her ear. Rey's eyes widened at the embrace, at the knowledge that his arms were wrapped around her. Why did she let him do that? Why didn't she stop him? She could have Force Pushed him across the room and instead she'd let him capture her in his arms without any hesitation whatsoever. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame. What was wrong with her? She reached up to grip his sides, intending to push him away from her. Instead her hands just rested there, absorbing the heat from his body.

"You will join the darkside or die." He whispered at her, almost seductively despite the horror his words held.

"I cannot join the darkside. I won't." Her voice trembled as he held her closer, his gloved hands warm on her back. She couldn't remember a time anyone had ever just held her before. It was comforting, although the man hugging her to him was anything but that.

"You will." And with that he stood up, cutting off their contact as he reached for the helmet on the bench now above her. He placed the mask on his head, turning to leave the room without looking at her. He stopped at the door as it opened, turning his head to the side and speaking. "You are mine." And with that he left.

Rey sat on the cold floor, unsure of what to do. She had honestly been expecting him to hug the life out of her, crush her body with the Force and end her life once she refused, again, to join him. Instead he just left. No anger, no destroying what little was left in the holding cell. Rey knew from the stories Finn had told that Kylo Ren was a loose cannon, always throwing lightsaber temper tantrums whenever something did not go his way. But this Kylo Ren had been different, had been harder. Darker.

Had that been the result of killing his own father? Had the light that had been warring with the dark inside of him finally been extinguished after he had killed Han Solo?

Rey thought back to shortly after, when he'd attacked Finn and her. He'd been unhinged after the incident and looking at it now, Rey was sure he had been in shock over what he had done to his own flesh and blood. Now he seemed to have better control of his emotions, at least at expressing them. It made him seem harder, more frightening.

Probably worked wonders on keeping the Stormtroopers in line.

Kylo Ren stood outside the door to her cell, doing his best to mask his presence from her, not wanting her to know he lingered so closely. That even after several minutes, he still lurked outside her cell, almost as if he could feel her presence trying to pull him near.

Their meeting had gone a bit better than he had originally anticipated. Rey was definitely drawn to him and seemed to respond better when he wasn't wearing his helmet. Face to face, Rey humanized him. He would use that, then. Come to her without his armor, make her feel differently towards him. Make her feel like he was capable of kindness, of mercy.

However, Rey did need to be punished for her refusal to join him.

Kylo smiled at the thought.

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS CHAPTER. IT WENT A LITTLE BIT LONGER THAN THE FIRST ONE, BUT THAT WAS FINE WITH ME. GOTTA JUMP INTO THE STORY SOMEHOW. ANYWHO, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT. PLEASE MAKE SURE TO LEAVE A REVIEW, LET ME KNOW HOW I'M DOING.

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MO