Rey watched Kylo Ren walk out of the interrogation cell's doors, and she stopped struggling once the doors finally slammed shut. Rey closed her eyes and concentrated, putting up her mental shield and putting up a wall inside her mind. If Kylo Ren dared to try and enter her mind to see what she was doing, he would be greeted by a hallucination of Rey thrashing against the chair's bonds and eventually calming down over time. In reality, Rey focused energy into opening up the leather and metal clasps that chained her to the chair.
These cuffs will open immediately and release my wrists and ankles, she thought to herself, a frown puckering above her hazel eyes until the clasps snapped open with a click. She smiled, allowing herself a fleeting second of pure joy as she realized that this was the second time she was able to successfully force command something when it had been commanded not to allow her to do so. She jumped up out of the chair and walked swiftly over to the doors, lifting her hand up into the air and waving it in front of the doors.
These doors will open up and let me out, she thought again, concealing her glee as another object bended to her will and gave way into submission. Rey looked to her right and her left as she looked about the hallway and dashed down the length of it, only stopping when she heard the footsteps of a lone Stormtrooper. She ducked into hiding in another hallway and waited until the Stormtrooper came close enough for her to compel.
"You will stop and hand me your weapon," She commanded, waving her hand in front of the Stormtrooper's face. He immediately stopped, stunned for a moment, before following her orders. The Stormtrooper handed over his blaster, and Rey took it from their outstretched hand.
"You will now go to the armory and pick up another blaster before carrying through with your other commands. You will not remember this or tell anyone about this," She further stated, waiting until the Stormtrooper had nodded and replied with a brief 'yes' and moved on down the hallway. Rey ran down the way that the Stormtrooper had previously come from and didn't stop for anything else.
Kylo Ren waited in front of his rooms, holding his right hand in the air until the scanner had completed his analyzation of his palm and connected fingers. He stormed into the room, yanking off his helmet and flinging off his gloves. His chest heaved up and down as the anger towards the whiney Scavenger brat coursed through his veins. He watched as a chair flew through the air and burst into a million shards of wood, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on concealing his emotions in order to stop the Force from controlling him and not the other way around. Ren opened his eyes and went into his bedroom, pulling off his cape and tunic before peeling off his boots, his leggings, his socks, and his long sleeved shirt. He stumbled his way into the bathroom and walked into the shower, blasting the water on cold as he clenched his fists and pounded them against the tile enclosed within the glass walls. Fortunately for the cleaning and healing droids, the tile didn't crack and remained intact as well as his knuckles which could have very well split the tile if he was less restrained.
"I hate you," he spat onto the floor of the shower, watching as the water swirled it away. He leaned his head against the cool glass and entered his mind, searching for the young girl that he felt so much hatred for. When he found her and saw her, he received a vision of the Scavenger thrashing against the restraints before finally calming herself. Ren frowned; something was off, not right as he watched the vision unfurl before his eyes. He tried to press forward into the youngling's mind but found that he could not; a brick wall appeared in front of him as he tried to reach Rey. Kylo Ren growled punched the tile harder this second time, relishing in the feel of the skin of his knuckles and palms bursting and breaking before him. He opened his eyes and glared at the blood that was washed away down the drain, suddenly filled with a desire that he wished the blood was not his but Rey's.
Rey stopped running at the hangar, hiding behind a cargo tray as several Stormtroopers and Knights of Ren formed lines and marched down various hallways. There were only about six X-Wing fighters, and three of them were being filled with pilots. The other three were chained to the floor with only one in the near vicinity of Rey. She scowled and waited for the Stormtroopers near her to leave before she ran to the nearest X-Wing, crouching down next to it as she cradled her blaster to her chest. She forced the ship to open slowly, and she climbed carefully into it, ducking down as she attempted to not get caught. She closed the lid and tucked her knees to her chest, closing her eyes as she tried to close off her mind even further to Kylo Ren.
I know you're in there. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear, Rey thought to herself as Ren's enraged voice filled through her mind.
Come out, come out wherever you are, he taunted her, his voice angry and hostile as it chuckled in her mind.
How do I know you won't kill me if I do? Rey asked, keeping her whole body out of view as she responded to the Sith in training.
You don't; there's always a risk. Come out now, I command you too. If you do, there's a less chance that you'll be punished. If you don't, and I am forced to make you come out, there will surely be a punishment waiting for you in a new cell, he growled, his tone impatient as Rey tossed his words around in her mind. She shrugged him off, worthy to die for this Resistance, this Light, if it meant that she would no longer have to stay here with the evil and dark Kylo Ren. She reached her hands for the engine and turned it on, gripping the steering handle as she slowly tried to raise the ship from the floor. She found that she could not, and as she searched for the cause, she found it in her mind as Kylo Ren kept the ship stationed to the ground.
Alright, little Scavenger, last chance, Ren snarled, a hint of pleading hidden deep down inside of his voice. Rey stood her ground for a moment before force opening the ship. She would not be able to help the Resistance or the side of the Light if she was dead, and she figured that it would send Kylo Ren on a massacre that would kill dozens if not hundreds of innocent lives.
Good girl, he patronized her, and she growled back in her mind before calming herself. Anger, hatred, was not the way of the Jedi, neither was passion or lust or love or happiness. Only peace and serenity was the way of the Jedi, and Kylo Ren nor would the First Order nor Snoke turn her away from that path. Kylo Ren chuckled to himself, the noise coming out of his mask like a blow or sigh of air. Let the little girl think that she could not be turned. He would tempt her in the darkest of ways, make her so sure that she belonged to the Dark side, and corrupt her being down to her very core.
"Let's go," he ordered, his voice barely contained as he gripped onto Rey's arm and pulled her away from the ship. He caught the blaster she had obtained as it flew through the air by the Force that he wielded. Rey refused to wince as his long and slender fingers surrounded by leather gloves found their home in the bruises he had left on her bicep previously. Rey stumbled a bit as her short legs had to walk twice as fast and twice as many steps as Kylo Ren because he was a large bit taller than her. They walked down the entire length of the hallway that Rey had covered by herself before they stopped in front of a door that required a key code. Kylo Ren waved his hand in front of Rey's face, and she suddenly found her eyes glued shut. She struggled internally and mentally as he typed in a password to the keypad. Finally, she was able to wrench her eyes open just in time to see him type in the last number: 8. This only fueled Ren's fury as the door opened before him, revealing a large room that had a kitchen off to the left and a bookcase off to the right. Directly in front of them were a few couches and chairs that were placed in the middle of the room. Rey could see two other doors that split off in different directions as Kylo Ren pushed and shoved her into the room. She tried to spin away from him but was slammed against the wall, a copious amount of anger pulsing through her as Ren loomed over the young Scavenger and stared down at her. When had his mask come off, she thought to herself. Both of their chests heaved in harmony as their hearts beat as one, the same anger felt for one another flowing through their blood and traveling to their hearts. Suddenly, as if a subito had been written onto a sheet of music, Ren reached down and grabbed both sides of the girl's face, pulling her mouth towards his as a list of slurs and vulgar curses rested on the edge of his tongue. He sent those shameful words towards her with a hard clash of his teeth against her bottom lip and her own set of teeth. She let him in almost immediately, and he relished in the fact that she had never been touched like this before, he was her first in so many ways imaginable, and he would be her first in other ways that were not so hard to imagine, not when her curvy and sculpted body pressed up against every fit line of his own, not when he hands yanked and tangled in his hair, pulling and pressing his face closer to her own. She was his to corrupt, his to possess, his to control. Kylo Ren grabbed onto her hip, his hand wandering down her leg until it reached her thigh. He then raised her leg and wrapped her calf around his waist, slowly grinding his lower half sensually against hers. A low moan escaped his throat, vibrating through Rey's body as her head flew back and hit the wall behind her. The pain brought more passion and turned to pleasure as Ren's mouth moved to suckle on her pulse point. He sucked harder before biting down, making a claim on her and marking his territory in a moment of sheer bliss for Rey. Her eyes opened wide, and she made a move to untangle her hands from his hair and push him away, gasping wildly as she stumbled away from the dark man. She wrapped her hands around the loose tendrils that had come undone from her three signature buns, yanking on her hair to try and inflict pain that would come to be associated with the pleasure that she had felt momentarily. Her eyes raced around the room, her mind trying to catch up to her wanton behavior of just a few moments ago.
"You'll learn to see that the Dark side is very appealing, especially if the one you favor and lust for is also a part of that side," Kylo Ren murmured behind Rey, his voice low and husky as his fingers traced over his swollen lips.
"I do not lust after you," she growled and snarled, spittle appearing on the edge of her bottom lip as she tried to control her emotions.
"It's getting harder for you to control them, right?" He asked with a knowing smirk, "You'll find that those old tricks will not work much longer. Your emotions are too strong; the hatred and lust and passion that you feel for me cannot be contained, it cannot be melded and worn down until it no longer affects you. The Dark side calls for you, little Scavenger. Give in."
"NO, I WILL NEVER GIVE IN!" Rey shouted fiercely, the cabinet doors in the kitchen flying and crashing open as her rage flew out of her and into the room. "I BELONG TO THE LIGHT! I WILL NEVER BELONG TO THE DARK!"
"We'll see about that, little Scavenger," Kylo Ren murmured once again, his voice sure and steady as he walked over to the doors to the room and found them already shut due to Rey's anger and outrage, leaving them sealed and enclosed together in such a small space that would surely implode due to just their presences alone.