Right away Rey knew something didn't feel right. For some reason she felt almost weightless as if she was sleeping on a cloud. There was warmth that seemed to envelope her entire body in a gentle embrace. There were no familiar sounds of pained moans; only the noise of a crackling fire filled her ears. The usual darkness that was present whenever she awoke was nearly chased away, as light fell directly on her face. Rey finally opened her eyes in confusion and found herself in an unfamiliar room. The room was massive and had black stone walls reaching high above her head, a grey fireplace on the opposite wall of her. She, herself, was lying on a strange bed with black wooden posts and deep red sheets and covers.

'This person really likes black.' Rey thought as she got out from under the covers. Looking down at herself she saw that she was still wearing the same clothes from the fight. 'At least this creeper didn't change my clothes… wait.'

The memories of the fights flooded back into her head swiftly with a quick bang. Kylo Ren! That's who brought her here after she lost the match. What was he playing at, what was he hoping to gain? Rey paled as different possibilities ran through her head, one in particular terrified her the most. Looking around her surroundings Rey searched for a way to escape and saw a tall window mostly covered by thick curtains to her left. Jumping out of the bed, Rey belted for the window, but was dragged down when her right ankle got pulled back. Slamming into the ground, Rey turned back to see what had stopped her, and saw a steel cuff wrapped tightly around her ankle, chaining her to the bed frame. She stood up and walked over to the post she was chained to and gravely attempted to break it with her fists, but only bloodied her knuckles instead. Rey winched in pain and hugged her hands to her chest, then resorted to kicking the chain instead.

"You're wasting your time." A voice said from the doorway. His voice. Rey spun around and laid her eyes upon the one man she never wanted to see again. He slowly walked further into the room, pausing when he saw the hatred in her eyes. "You still want to kill me?"

"You're a murderer!" She yelled at him and furiously tried to attack him, the metal of the cuff digging into her skin and drawing blood.

"You should stop doing that." He warned her in a soft voice.

"I don't take orders from the snake that chained me up!" Rey snarled at him and didn't let up on trying to escape. Kylo sighed and walked up closer to her, just out of arm's length.

"It wasn't an order." He told her, quickly grabbing her shoulder, spinning her around, and hit a spot on her spin causing her to temporarily lose all feeling in her body. "And it wasn't my idea to chain you. Master Snoke doesn't trust you yet." He told her as he picked her up and set her back down on the bed. After placing the blankets over her body once again, he stood and left for the door again. "You will get new room arrangements in an hour. Until then, stay here and rest." He said and walked out, closing the door behind him, locking the door as he went.

Rey glowered at the door, willing it, and the rest of the building and everyone in it, to burn. But she caught herself again and corrected her thoughts. Her mind was the only thing she had left, she could not allow herself to lose it to the darkness. Not like it seemed Kylo Ren has lost his. If she stoops down to their level there will be nothing left of her when her parents come for her.

The hour passed by in a drawn out haze while Rey simply stared at the ceiling and walls, letting her mind wander, but there wasn't much for it to wander to. Being forced to sit still like this caused all of her suppressed memories to resurface and torment her, with no way of stopping it. One thing she liked about her old life is that she was constantly working and was given no time to think, but now she was forced back into her own thoughts and memories. Rey tried to combat these thoughts with dreams of places she always wanted to go, like the forest or the ocean, but it's hard to imagine something you've never seen. She didn't know how much time had passed, even though it was only supposed to be an hour it felt like so much longer. Even though light was shining in slightly from the window, she didn't know how to use shadows to tell the time. As back in the underground ring in the city of Jakku, the only light provided was man-made and casted constant shadows.

Tempted to knock herself out so she wouldn't have to think anymore, Rey began to hold her breath. She was almost about to faint, her eyes being covered in blackness, but was interrupted when someone opened the door again. Rey took in a deep breath and looked to the entrance, expecting Kylo Ren again, but instead saw the form of a small woman with a medicine bag at her side and a wheelchair.

"Hello my Lady Rey, I've been sent here to aid you and take you to your new room assignment." The woman said as she walked up next to her. Rey was

wary of her, as she was with all strangers, and tried to back away on the bed, only making it so far before her chains restricted her movement. The woman smiled kindly and reassuringly at her, a look of understanding and empathy in her eyes. "I am not here to hurt you, my Lady," She said to Rey and pulled out a cloth and a bottle of disinfectant. Putting the cloth on top of the bottle's snout she quickly flipped it over and back, getting only a tiny amount on the cloth. Reaching her hand out she gestured for Rey to give her hand to her. "I am here to help."

Rey eyed her up and down suspiciously before she tentatively reached her hand over to strange woman. The woman grabbed her wrist and began to dab her cut with the disinfectant. Rey winched but bit her tongue, not willing herself to appear weak to another person. Once both her hands were disinfected, she cleaned them off with a damp cloth before bandaging both of them.

"Okay, next I need you to stand up and sit in this chair." The woman directed, pointing to the wheelchair she brought in.

"Why?" Rey questioned, unmoving.

"I'm sorry my Lady, but the master does not trust you to stay yet, he has ordered you to be contained at all times." The woman responded. Rey eyed her once again, still not completely trusting her, but then she looked at her wrists and saw scars, chain scars. Rey looked back up to this woman and realized she truly didn't want to restrain her, but could not disobey her orders either.

'She's a slave to.' Rey perceived in the mind. 'Of course she is, we all are.'

"Okay then." She sighed and stood up from the bed, walking over and setting herself down in the chair. Just as she had expected, she was strapped to the chair, but this time by thick cloth not metal.

"Thank you, but just one last thing before I take you to your new room." The other girl noted and unchained Rey's leg, treating her other wound and wrapping her foot with a cloth bandage.

"So why am I getting a new room?" Rey inquired as the girl stood back up and began to push her towards the door. "What's wrong with this room?"

The girl chuckled a bit at this before she answered. "This room is Lord Ren's personal chambers. When he brought you in a room had not been

prepared, so he brought you there." Rey shuddered in disgust from the thought of that wretched man holding her in his arms and taking her to his private room, what a creep.

"He could have just put me in a dark cell." Rey retorted, dawning a look of distaste.

"Well Lord Ren certainly has been acting off." The woman noted as she rounded a corner down the hall. "Let me say that everyone was surprised when he brought you here. It's been six years since he last spared someone in the ring."

They came to a stop in front of a large white door, contrast to the black door of Kylo Ren's quarters. The room itself wasn't actually too far from where she was being held previously, just down the hall and to the left down the hall to the end. The woman opened the door and pushed her inside, closing the door behind her. The room was only slightly smaller, but still very large in diameter, with a fireplace of its own. Every window had its curtains pulled back, letting the bright lights of outside pour into the room, illuminating the room clearly. The walls weren't the dark black stones of the previous room, instead having a light gray color to them. The bed sat at the center right wall with the fireplace directly opposite. In all her life that she could remember, Rey never had her own room, let alone a room as nice as this. She was so dumbfounded that she didn't realize the woman undoing her wrist restraints.

"If you need anything there shall be a guard posted at your door at all times, just simply tell him and he will call for someone." The woman said as she undid the final restraint and headed back for the door, taking the wheelchair with her. "Dinner will be delivered in an hour, everything else you might need will be in here. If you need the restroom, the guard will escort you."

"When will I be able to move around on my own?" Rey questioned.

"When you gain Master Snoke's trust." She replied, closing the door.

"Wait!" Rey called, stopping her. "I don't know your name." The

girl looked away, removing her gaze from Rey's, looking almost belittled somehow, like she didn't think she had the right to speak it.

"Mashra."

The door closed, the sound of it locking then followed. Mashra, that name sounded familiar somehow, but she wasn't sure what from, she couldn't remember.

Rey began to look around her new cell, a beautiful one nonetheless, but still a cell. The first place she went to were the windows, barricaded off by iron bars, however the view was spectacular. The background in between the bars showed off a beautiful image of a town below surrounded by a super large group of trees and a big blue body that led out into the horizon.

"I-is that a f-forest… and ocean?" She gasped under her breath, not yet believing what she was seeing. Rey reached her arm out between the bars at the scenery, sunlight from about hit her hand, spreading warmth throughout her body. Then a cool breeze struck her and brought in the salty smell of the sea and the wood chip smell of the forest. Tears began to prick her eyes as she let out a overwhelmed and joyful gasp of air. "So this is what it feels like." Rey cried and let the tears come, too exhilarated to care about appearing strong. Right now in this moment, Rey felt like a child filled with wonder at the world.

For the next hour Rey sat by the window, occasionally switching between the three to get different views of the outside, enjoying the feeling of the calming breeze and warmth of the sun on her naturally tanned skin. This time around her thoughts and memories no longer bothered her since they could not compete with all she was taking in at the moment. She had nineteen years worth of viewing to make up for. So when the knock at the door finally arrived, Rey didn't bother to move from her spot. If she were to die right now, she'd die peacefully with a smile on her face.

"Dinner, my Lady." Mashra said and pulled in a cart, taking it to the small table by the fireplace and placing it down. Rey reluctantly looked away from her window, her stomach growling in complaint, and went over to the table to eat. Seating herself down, Mashra removed the cover for her, unveiling her glorious meal. Never before in her memories did Rey have a meal that looked this delicious before. In front of her was a thick juicy looking chicken leg, eggs, hot fresh bread, broccoli, and a tall glass of clean water. All types of food she'd seen on a basis being scarfed down the throats of the rich. It took everything she had not to shove everything in her mouth at once. No matter how hungry she was or how delectable the food looked, she still had her pride, and she still didn't trust these people; this all seemed too good to be true.

Mashra noticed her hesitation and reluctance to eat her dinner, so she asked, "Do you want me to taste test the food for you, my Lady?"

Rey shook her head and pouted, looking back up at Mashra she began to feel guilty. She had suffered like Rey has, and now she'd have to watch her eat like she used to watch the rich eat. That didn't sit well with her stomach. What's the point of rebelling against her new owner, Unklar Plutt or Snoke, she still didn't have her freedom, just because she switched ownership doesn't mean she's anything more than the rest.

"No, I want you to eat with me." Rey smiled, tearing the bread in half and holding one piece out to Mashra.

"Oh no, my Lady, I couldn't-"

"Call me Rey, and it's fine. Just because I'm a fighter and you're a servant doesn't make me above you." Rey said and placed the bread into her hands. "This can be a secret just between us." She winked. Mashra looked nervously at the bread, reluctance clear on her face; obviously no one of a higher status had ever offered to share their meal with her before. Looking to Rey for one finally confirmation that it was alright, Rey gave her a nod, and she shyly took a bite and smiled.

"Thank you my Lady Rey." She said as she began to stuff her face with the bread. Rey smiled and followed suit, being just as if not hungrier than Mashra.

"Just call me Rey, the whole 'Lady' thing is strange."

"But my Lady it's required." Mashra told her, putting down her food.

"Required?" Rey echoed. She nodded and continued.

"The servants here are all given rank titles based on their necessity and importance to the Master. Fighters are known as Lord or Lady, like you and Lord Ren," Rey grimaced at the mention of that man and the fact that she was given a rank over others simply for entertainment fighting, it wasn't right. "Then there's the chief of staff, General Hux, who has authority over all except the fighters; and Captain Phasma who trains both the fighters and the guards."

"So what exactly does my apparent title let me do?" Rey inquired and took a bite out of her chicken, handing a chunk over to Mashra for her to have some as well.

"Well you can limit a small amount of control over a small section of guards assigned to you, but nothing that would assist escape."

"Obviously." Rey noted.

"However the General and Captain cannot order you around unless allowed to by the Master, in case they would need a signature stamp from the Master himself. Besides that only Master Snoke can order you around directly." Mashra explained, then gestured towards the eggs in asking, Rey allowed her to have some and pushed the plate towards her.

"So, does this mean Kylo Ren can't order me what to do?" The fighter questioned, feeling hopeful.

"Well, he can for the time being. Right now he's your supervisor until you gain the Master's trust."

"And how long should that take?"

"Well for Lord Ren it took two years. The kind of trust your looking for is absolute subjugation, basically he wants you to lose sight of who you are and become a puppet." Mashra elaborated for her.

Rey looked down in near defeat to her new predicament, she thought back to her previous life in the Jakku city undergrounds of Niima Outpost. It's not like she knew who she was back then, she's been a puppet for as long as she could remember, it was all for survival, here it was for rank. It's sickening

how she's been put above others just because she knows how to fight to the death for the amusement of the sadistic rich who don't even see her as a human, but as cattle. If the only thing loyalty got her was privilege above her fellow slaves then she didn't want it, she would rather live like the rest of them than become like Kylo Ren.

"Mashra, where do you fit in all this?" Rey asked though she knew the answer.

"I don't have a place." Mashra responded predictably, "I'm a slave."

"So am I." She said and began to gather all the uneaten food onto a cloth napkin and folded it, handing it to her saying, "Take this, and give it to the others."

"Lady Rey I can't, it's your meal-"

"And I'm giving this to you, no one, not even the Master, told me I can't. Hide it in your waistband and cover it with your apron. You're not stealing from the kitchen nor from me, this is a gift." Rey directed and placed the wrapped food in her small hands, putting the girl's own hand over it. Mashra looked up to Rey with teary eyes, giving her a look of gratefulness.

"Thank you, my Lady Rey." She whispered, Rey smiled back and waved her goodbye as she went.

When the door closed and locked again the room once again fell into silence. She fear for what she just did, but at the same time she was proud of herself for helping others like her. It may seem petty to resist such a pleasured life, but it was all she could do to avoid becoming what and who she loathed. If Kylo broke after two years and began to use his power over the others until he became delusional enough to think he was any better than them, and then she'd have to remind herself of where she was raised and how. She was no better than Mashra and the others, so she refused to act like she was.

Walking back over to the windows, Rey sat down and once again admired the sky. The sun was now setting and turned the sky into multiple beautiful hues. Rey couldn't see the sun itself from her window, but she still enjoyed the look of the never ending horizon of the ocean in the distance now being colored in red and orange. She may be pampered now, but that made no difference to who she was as a person, she was still lost and confused and without her parents, she was still bounded by these walls.

She was still a slave. Now with a nice view and good food. If he thought he could win her over with this then he is dead wrong.

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Sorry if this seems like I'm over selling the fact that she's in slavery, I feel like I keep going on about it, am I? Any way school starts back up on Tuesday and second semester is always harder than the first, my updates will become more irregular and less frequent, but it should never be more than a month in between chapters. I'll try to get another update in before then but no promises.

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