As soon as the man spoke, Kylo did not look pleased. His lips pursed and his brow furrowed slightly, telling me that this man was not very much of a friend. Sure, Kylo was a scary individual to be around, but someone that he disliked must have been a different type of scary altogether.

"General Hux," Kylo spoke, taking a few steps towards the entrance. "You'll find that our guest has a name and I'm sure she'd prefer to be called it."

I raised an eyebrow. Was Kylo Ren sticking up for me?

Hux didn't look very surprised at Kylo's response. Instead, he quickly looked me up and down before turning to the still-sparking gashes in the metal paneling.

"Is this how you treat your guests, Kylo?" he asked, reaching an arm out to gesture towards the mess.

A hint of anger flashed in Kylo's eyes. For a moment, I feared that he might once again withdraw his tri-saber and wreak havoc on the walls. Instead, he simply balled his large hands into tightly-bound fists and gave the General an unamused glare.

General Hux, on the other hand, looked slightly amused.

"Well then. Since you've managed to almost destroy half of the interrogation room, and you don't look to be making much progress, I'm afraid that-"

He paused, taking a moment to flip through some papers that he held in his left hand.

"Miss Allevra will have to be moved to an overnight holding cell until she's ready to cooperate."

Suddenly, my heart began to beat rapidly and my palms began to sweat. Panic set in at the thought of being locked in some metal cage overnight. I looked to Kylo, wondering if he'd really agree with stuffing me in a holding cell.

"No."

Hux looked rather shocked. "No?"

Kylo glanced at me from out of the corner of his eye. Could he sense my distress? Was he answering my plea?

"She is our guest, not a prisoner here. Let that be made clear. Allevra will be moved to room 22104 for the night. Assign a small unit to stand guard at the door. It will remain locked."

Hux raised an eyebrow, as if intrigued or confused by something that Kylo had said. However, he seemed to have no choice but to obey the man's orders. After flipping through his papers once more, he plastered an insincere smile upon his face.

"Very well. I trust that you can escort her there yourself without trouble?"

Kylo simply nodded, his face expressionless.

"Alright then." With that, Hux exited the room.

When Kylo and I were once again the only two people present, I didn't exactly know what to say. He did not turn to look me, but seemed to be once again staring at the helmet that he'd taken off. Perhaps he felt vulnerable without it.

"Room 22104?" I asked.

His eyes met mine again, offering what looked to be a slight bit of compassion. "It is not a prisoner's cell, I can assure you. You will be comfortable there."

I was sure that he could see my body visibly relax. "Comfortable" sounded amazing right about then. In fact, anything but a cold, hard, metal table sounded amazing.

I watched with dismay as Kylo grabbed hold of his helmet and placed it back on his head. It was as if all of his humanity had disappeared within seconds, replaced by a hollow, villainous shell. When he spoke, his words were once again an ominous growl. The small bit of warmth and comfort that had developed within me was gone yet again.

"Follow me, and do not think of running. I would know before you even tried."

That threat was enough to keep me from even slightly considering an escape. Instead, I obediently followed Kylo's large, dark figure down a long hallway, making sure to stay by his side and not stray. We walked for what seemed like at least ten minutes, passing by several groups of Stormtroopers on the way. They all seemed to glance at me as we crossed paths, but didn't dare look for more than a moment.

"Probably afraid of Kylo," I thought.

The numbers on the doors that we passed by continued to climb higher and higher. 22099, 22100, 22101. I gulped, a small bit of nervousness forming as we approached our destination. 22102, 22103 . . .

22104.

There was already a group of six Stormtroopers waiting at the outside of the door. They saluted Kylo as he and I approached, stopping so that Kylo could give orders to the troopers.

"You are not to open this door for anyone unless I give you orders to do so. Understood?"

"Yes sir," they chimed in, almost robotically.

"Good." With that, the door slid open and I hesitantly followed Kylo inside.

The room was medium-sized, with a black floor and slightly-metallic walls. To the far right of the room sat a large, king-size bed and two night-tables. On the opposite side of the room was a door to the bathroom, a closet, and a door that appeared to be locked. The wall opposite the doorway seemed to be one giant window, revealing an endless array of stars on the outside.

I found myself immediately drawn to the large window. My breath caught a bit in my throat as my feet unconsciously moved to observe the view. I stared, awestruck by the view of endless space just outside of the room. It was not only dazzlingly beautiful, but something that I'd never seen before.

"Wow."

"I'm glad you like it," said Kylo, his voice human once again. I turned around to find that he had taken off his helmet, placing it momentarily on the bed.

I wasn't exactly sure what to say. Kylo had rescued me from a night spent in a prisoner's cell, but I was still so torn apart from our previous clash of heads. The stress weighing down on my body from the day's events felt so heavy that I might collapse at any second.

Noticing my lack of response, he cleared his throat and gestured to the door across from himself.

"It has been a long day for you. I'd expect that you would like to take a shower."

I slowly nodded, suddenly all too aware of how grimy I felt. My previous "dip" in the river had left my clothes muddy and on the brink of becoming mildewed. My long hair was matted and tangled, and I must have smelt less than pleasant.

"You will find everything you need in there. Take as long as you like."

On that note, I made my way into the bathroom and shut the door.

I found the place to be rather pleasant for a bathroom. Unlike all of the rooms that I had been in prior, it was not primarily black or metallic. Instead, the detailing consisted of a light brown and cream color, which relaxed both my eyes and mind. It contained all of the necessities for a bathroom: a shower, a sink, and a toilet. Surprisingly, there was even a small bathtub in the corner.

"What kind of a person stays in this nice of a room?"

I slowly peeled off my dirty clothing and sat them on a neat pile on the sink. After fumbling through the drawers for a moment, I was surprised to find a small comb that I could use to detangle my dirty blonde hair. After taming my wild locks, I hopped into the shower and turned the water on as hot as I could stand it, attempting to wash all of the stress of the day away.

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