3rd chapter of the finnrey slave fic AU, enjoy guys.

Chapter 3: Meet and Greet

The trip to Jakku was fairly uneventful, as soon as they had left Aguar's pleasant atmosphere Poe had turned on the warp drive, blasting the ship into faster than light travel. The outside world becoming nothing more than a blur of colors and motion.

Finn swallowed as they traveled. Poe and BB-8 seemed fine and generally content, though they did occasionally throw him worried glances as he fidgeted, but they generally kept any conversation between themselves.

They could tell he was in no mood to talk, Hell he could barely think.

Nearly an hour like this had passed before Finn had been forced back to reality, with a lurch, and great hum. The ship had suddenly slowed, the stars once again emerging and taking form as they exited light travel.

"Finn? We're here buddy," He heard his pilot say.

Finn nodded and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He could already see the miserable planet coming into view.

He cursed under his breath as they broke through the atmosphere.

Why did he always have to come back to Jakku?

A small jolt of electricity courtesy of BB-8 caused the prince to howl.

"Don't do that!"

The droid simply rolled away towards his master who did little to hide his amusement.

Finn rubbed his knee and stood up to follow his companions out of the ship.

"Stupid ball..."

The very second the trio had stepped out, Jakku had made its presence known. The heat washed over them like an uncomfortable blanket, the sun looked entirely too close for any sort of life to live on this planet. The dry air was air was already stripping them of any moisture that they might have in their bodies.

"Well, here we are." Poe stated, as if introducing something grand and inviting. Finn gave him a look and the pilot had the decency to look sightly apologetic, though still a bit amused nonetheless.

A few seconds later Sylvia's ship had also landed on the sandy desert surface. He walked out in all his serpentine like glory with his men following close behind. One of them held a rather large umbrella over his head, presumably to keep the pale man away from the glare of the sun.

"Finn!" he greeted jovially "You should smile a little more, after all, it's a big day for you."

Finn said nothing and instead shifted his focus to Poe and BB-8, "Listen wait for me by the Cantina near the auction, I'll try to get done as soon as possible, but I can't promise anything."

Poe patted him on the shoulder, "You worry too much, and hey if we could go with you you know that we would."

Finn nodded, "Yeah I know," and he did know, he really wished that he could bring Poe and BB-8, unfortunately this auction only allowed men of certain status to attend.

Finn began to walk away as he followed Sylvia towards their destination, "And do not get into any trouble!" He shouted back to the two of them.

Poe just waved back, a hint of mischief in his grin.

Finn had a bad feeling about all this.

Rey was nervous.

She always was as a presentation approached. she was never sold, she was never deemed good enough by any of the buyers to be worth anything. They wanted someone young and obedient, beautiful and submissive. She always made it clear that she was anything but, that she would be the one slave that would make life a living hell for them.

She loved it when they would look into her eyes and turn away out of fear.

It was the only source of comfort for her.

As of now all she could do was wait as time for the event to begin edged closer. The aids were shuffling about getting everything ready, dressing up the girls and emphasizing their more prominent features, The Head-mother herself was going from each of them and inspecting them for imperfections

"Chin up Tahlka, and don't smile so wide you look ridiculous" The Head-mother told a young blue skinned Twi'lek. The young girl in question swallowed, a mixture of fear and anxiety crossing her features before she adjusted her smile and the Head-mother nodded in approval, tapping her cheeks softly "Good job, dear. Much better."

The Head-mother turned.

They made eye contact, and Rey turned away, cursing herself for staring too long.

The click of the Head mother's heels was like thunder in her ears, only growing louder as it approached. The woman stepped in front of Rey and grabbed her cheeks to make Rey stare into her eyes.

She examined her hair, she was devoid of her usual tri bun's that she had been accustomed to for years, instead it was let loose allowing her hair to cascade around her neck like a curtain of curls.

"I really hope you're a little more cooperative this time, Rey."

She leaned over to whisper in her ear, her presence bright and jovial to everyone else but Rey could feel how sinister her aura was

"I really hope you don't think that it's a victory every-time all of those men out there ignore you in favor of one of my other girls."

The Head-mother leaned back, casually adjusting Rey's hair, "After all, what do you think someone does with a useless product."

Rey froze, her eyes widening.

She giggled, and Rey felt a chill run down her spine. "Such a pretty young thing too, it would be such a waste."

She made it a point to touch Rey at the base of her neck, not so subtly reminding her of what was laying just underneath the skin.

The Head-mother walked away to inspect the other girls leaving Rey alone.

She clenched her fist,

She had to do something, today, now.

But what? What could she do? In the month's she had been here she always told herself that the plan was to give every ounce of effort to not get sold until an opportunity to escape could arise, but none had come and now if she didn't get sold...

They were going to...she was going to.

A bell suddenly chimed

She heard the Head-mother cheer, "The customer's are here!"

and Rey felt her heart drop.

Finn hated the atmosphere of this entire thing, all shallow presentation, and arrogant entitlement. The ceiling was high and well lit, extravagant chandeliers hanging beautifully from gold plated chains. The walls were teaming with paintings with various figures and art, and the chairs glittered with jewelry. Finn wondered why people like this needed a constant reminder that they were important.

He felt Sylvia nudge him gently from the side. Finn faced him "What?" he replied a bit irritated.

"Don't be so hostile, Prince. Look!" The man gestured to the stage where the ridiculously dressed blonde haired woman was still giving an animated opening speech to kick off the auction

"It's about to begin."

The curtains spread open slowly to loud boisterous music. Over a dozen girls suddenly appeared standing rigidly side by side, while Finn could practically feel the discomfort oozing from their pours, judging by the raucous applause and general air of sudden excitement, the crowd did not pick up on it.

Or they just simply didn't care.

The crowd suddenly stood and a confused Finn followed suit, "What's going on ?"

Sylvia smiled, his eyes twinkled knowingly, "Well the examination of course, you have been attending this for the past few years haven't you?"

Finn laughed awkwardly, inwardly cursing his slip up. "Of course...I knew that."

The crowd began to move, all the occupants here were obviously experienced in the process as they carried it out flawlessly, arranging themselves in a single file line to get on stage.

They were going to be 'observing' the merchandise apparently.

Finn wanted to go home.

The line moved slowly as each potential buyer took their time to study each girl, scrutinizing their appearance in ever way possible. Some took longer than others when one girl in particular peaked their interest. Finn spotted Sylvia a few bodies behind him. Finn wondered how they had become separated, not that he was complaining.

As he approached the line Finn felt himself getting nervous. He didn't do well in front of women, people often had the misconception that the title of prince suddenly bestowed upon him charm and confidence.

Well it didn't.

He really wished he had Poe's easy going attitude and natural Charisma.

The sound of a feminine voice jolted him out of his musings.

"Hey!" She whispered harshly, "Is something wrong with you?"

Finn blinked and focused to look into the eyes of the woman who had spoken to him.

His heart stopped.

Rey didn't understand what was wrong with the person in front of her. The moment he had stepped in front of her he had donned this distant far away look, like he was staring through her and not at her. It was clear that his mind was anywhere else but here. The staring continued for a bit too long and she felt herself start to grow uncomfortable. The girls were not suppose to speak to any of the buyers unless ordered to but she had to say something.

She lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned closer, "Hey! Is something wrong with you?" when she had finally spoken to him to get his attention he had appeared startled. He blinked and took in his surrounding then his eyes landed on her's

And this time there was no doubt that he was looking right at her.

Rey raised a curious eyebrow as he began to struggle to collect himself, The people who attended these functions always maintained an air of intense self control. She had never see one act like this before.

He offered his hand to her and Rey became even more curious as he did so.

Most of the other buyers who walked by treated like she was just a puppet, not a real living, breathing human being. They simply did what they wanted, checking her arms and legs for imperfections, feeling the softness of her hair to see if it was to their liking.

They didn't need permission, and they certainly didn't ask for it.

But here this boy was offering his hand.

She glanced at his hand then at his face. She almost didn't know how to react. He must have interpreted her lack of movement as her not wanting to return the gesture so he started to pull his hand back, and for reasons unknown to herself Rey moved and grabbed his hand resulting in a strange sort of moment where she was just holding on to him.

Slowly he began to shake their hands up and down.

It was a greeting.

He had greeted her.

This is what occurred between normal people. Not for someone like her, and certainly not for two people as different as they were. She took a moment to take him in, he was only bit taller than her, broad shouldered, and if she was being honest he was kind of-

"Nice to meet you."

Once again Rey didn't know how to react properly to this statement, she struggled for a few seconds, searching for the right response, She settled for "Thank you."

The boy laughed then smiled, it was wide, luminous.

She liked it.

"You're supposed to say 'nice to meet you too'."

Rey's lips twitched, barely resisting the urge to smile herself, "Well...It is nice to meet me,"

They both chuckled quietly, the moment light and comfortable.

He was still looking at her though, and she knew that because she was still looking at him. Their hands still wrapped softly around each other.

"You know" He began, "We're kind of just-"

"Staring at each other?" She finished "I know."

The line begin to move again, and they had to let go. A sense of loss that she couldn't quite understand suddenly filled her as the boy moved with the momentum of the shifting line. Their gazes remained locked, and she knew in that moment that whatever she was feeling was being mirrored in his eyes as well.

"What do we have here, Such a pretty smile."

Rey's attention was ripped from the boy as skinny man with silver hair made his presence know.

"Speak your name, girl."

Finn desperately wanted to talk to that girl again, whoever she was. He groaned in frustration when he realized he had not asked her her name. As the crowd moved Finn struggled to catch a glimpse of her, when the line stopped shifting he finally spotted her.

She was speaking to Sylvia.

He felt his jaw tighten and his fists clench.

Her smile disappeared, replaced by look of barely disguised distaste. Whatever Sylvia was asking was obviously making her uncomfortable. Her mouth moved, saying a one syllable word.

Was that her name? He couldn't hear her from this distance.

He really wished he had the ability to read lips at the moment.

He managed to calm himself, Sylvia wasn't doing anything wrong just going around observing just like every one else.

Though he still kept an eye on them, he was feeling oddly protective right now.

Then it happened, the girl sneered at him defiantly and Finn saw the malice flash across Sylvia's eyes.

He grabbed Rey's cheeks, squishing them together like grandmother would do to a child. This, however was not playful, nor was it affectionate. This was meant to humiliate her

"Come on girl, smile for me."

He squeezed her cheeks harder .

"Smile for me like you did earlier for the prince! It was such a nice one, filled with pearly whites!" He demanded, Growing increasingly louder, the crowd began to mutter as the scene began to grab attention.

Finn had had enough, He pushed through the crowd with purpose, barreling through whoever was in his way if it was necessary.

"Smile." Sylvia urged,

"Smile!"

He was now close enough that he could see the rage building in her eyes.

Then Finn stopped.

He heard the growl long before it ever released from her throat

He heard the snap of bone long before it cracked.

The girl he had just met bared her teeth letting out an almost feral sound as she grabbed Sylvia's hand and twisted viciously.

The sound was audible to everyone nearby.

And so was Sylvia's screaming.

The crowd chaotically dispersed away from the violent scene,

Finn just stood still, too stunned to move.

Even as there was a flurry of movement around him as several guards came rushing from backstage to subdue the girl, who looked like she was just getting started. They barely managed to restrain her, though not without receiving a few blows from her as well.

The girl was dragged backstage kicking and screaming.

He shifted his eyes from the crowd, to the whimpering Sylvia, to the horrified blonde haired woman that had made the introductions. Then finally back Sylvia, who was now openly sobbing.

It looks like he was the only one in the room that was impressed.

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