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Chapter 4: Satisfaction

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The room had become a tomb, whatever spirit that had been with Rey while preparing for this affair had left promptly after her two chambermaids departed. To Rey, it felt so strange to have someone work for her, let alone do anything for her at all.

She had worked her whole life, not only for food, but her clothes, her weapon, her speedracer. A luxurious lifestyle had never once crossed her mind. In fact, the concept was so foreign that she finally realized she had never worn a real dress before in her life. It was a strange feeling, the silkiness of the dress against her bare legs, the maids had given her a razor in the tub, to which she had been grateful for.

As she sat on the bed, she wondered how many portions she would receive from Plutt if she were to return with some kind of souvenir from this place. How much would a tassel from a curtain be worth? One of the pieces of jewelry from the vanity across the way, even though it had been locked before the nameless chambermaids left, it wouldn't take much to pry it open. Surely one piece of jewelry alone, could buy her a new a new racer, maybe even a ship to leave Jakku.

No, she reminded herself, stealing's wrong... She had learned that lesson the hard way after trying to steal food from a vendor when she was a child. Plutt had ended up giving her a portion of his bread that night, but she remembered paying for it with hard labor the next day.

Bread...

The last time she ate was on Jakku, the half portion barely filled her. She had no idea how much time had passed, but she knew it had been well overdue for a meal. On lucky occasions, she was happy to attain a full portion pack from Plutt, she enjoyed the small, dried up fruits that were on the sweet side of her meal.

The very thought of them made her stomach rumble, even a little bit of portion bread would be enough to satisfy her. It had occurred to her that she didn't even know what time it was, it was difficult to calculate time in space. Though the window by her bed was very large, gazing out into it would only show stars upon stars and the side of the ship, nothing to calculate the rotation of the sun.

Regardless, she was left with a lingering hunger, and thinking about food would only make it worse.

Why should I eat food from these people? These men kill innocent people, destroy planets, steal women from their homes and force them to-

With this thought, she heard the bedroom door slide open with a loud whoosh, it echoed through her ears. A black, hooded figure stood in her doorway.

The apparition made her blood curdle, she tried to make believe it wasn't real, just another monster like in her childhood. This was no ordinary monster, she knew.

As she looked upon this figure, she could not help but gaze at the shining helmet before her, its blank, expressionless stare that allowed her to see how truly petrified her own expression had become. Black on black, his boots seemed to create their own deep, doom-like sounds as he stepped before her. She shuddered, her legs jerking in flight and stepping aside from the bed.

He said nothing, staring at the panic-stricken girl before him, he lifted his fingers to his side, making a locking motion, which in turn sealed the door behind him.

He's only a man, She thought bravely, You've dealt with worse...

She mustered her courage, balling her fists and squinting her eyes, "Who are you?" She said, more demanding than she intended.

Again, the man said nothing, only for a moment. Taking in her appearance and shifting his head to the side so slightly, "You know who I am." He said finally.

His voice seemed to soothe, it was abrupt but flattering... It caught her off guard, but she wouldn't let it show. "Not like it really matters." She snapped back, unwilling to let him see any weakness.

"And why do you think that?" His voice was relaxed, but eager to continue this conversation.

Rey realized quickly that she fed into this game, but she would not be beaten. Even as he seemed to tower high above her, she clung to her shield, "I know what you're trying to do, you might as well send me back."

"The scavenger girl from Jakku..." He said, inquired about this information, "I was told by your chambermaids you were beautiful, I was wrong to have doubted them even for a second..."

She wanted to blush, even inside the monster's den, the sincerity in his voice turned Rey's body against her. Although she could not pinpoint the expression on his face, she would not give him any benefit of the doubt. "They don't belong to me, and there's no need for flattery here, I won't be staying long."

"Do you plan to escape?" He spoke sarcastically, striking a match in Rey's mind.

"You don't scare me," She lied, "If you think I'm going to give you any satisfaction here, you can forget about it." She crossed her arms firmly together, the best gestural defense she could provide.

The air somehow changed in the room, a piece fell out of Kylo's puzzle, sending his mind into an offensive mode. "Is that what you think I want? Satisfaction?"

"I don't know what you want," She sneered, "So why don't you just spit it out instead of standing there?"

He approached her, making the girl shiver before placing himself before the very cushioned stool she had rested upon earlier. It made Rey very uneasy to realize that they were only feet apart. "I've heard things about a girl on Jakku-"

"There's lots of girls on Jakku," She interrupted him, refusing to give him any fulfillment in her captivity.

"Maybe," He said politely, taking no notice of her comment, "But not every girl on Jakku is skilled in combat, repairing ships, dismantling them, computer hardware, landcruising, I've even been told that you can understand many different languages. You understand where this is going."

"No, I really don't..." She bit back, "If it's a recruit for the First Order you're looking for, you can forget about it. I don't want any part of this."

She felt his eyes examining her under his mask, she instinctively peered back, not giving into the way he tried steering this conversation. The black, glossy veil that hid his eyes became so mysterious, leaving Rey to assume who the man under the mask truly was. What if he was an old man? Some foreign creature?

"Not a recruit," He stated formally, "Perhaps we can speak more into this subject after dinner."

"I'd rather starve," she hissed, biting her lip upon so, "I heard about what happened on Jakku yesterday, is that why you sent your men there?"

"No, that was on different terms. If I had known you were so cleverly hidden in Niima Outpost, we would have had this conversation yesterday."

She noticed the way he said cleverly, it was smooth and menacing, but demeaning nonetheless. She cared very little for this familiar attitude. "You think you're so powerful, you're only a man. You hide behind a mask and call yourself a commander..."

Her efforts to light a match inside of him were fallen shortly in vain as he returned, "There's nothing to hide. If you're curious about this mask, you only need to ask about it."

"I'm more curious of the person underneath it." She inquired, regretting feeding into his conversation again, but indeed intrigued by the confidentiality of the First Order commander.

"The mask itself is more intriguing than the person wearing it," He assured, leaning against his chair, spacing the distance between himself and his prey, "The mask is a symbol. My grandfather wore a similar helmet in his time, and I wear mine for the same reasons."

He spoke genuinely, and Rey heard this. The space between them seemed to grow cold, as Rey felt a sudden chill around her hands, she felt her body lean subliminally, closing the gap slightly.

"Your grandfather was Darth Vader," She spoke faintly, "Everyone on Jakku knows that... Thanks to the ships the Empire left behind, we have a means of survival." Their words seemed to float in the air, her hostile confrontation felt fleeting in this moment. Rey felt powerless to stop this.

The undertones of this conversation lead her back home; her dinner companion. Was he to intrude on this conversation? Were they too far apart? Would she ever speak to him again?

And then her stomach rumbled, breaking the silence entirely. She folded her hands awkwardly, avoiding his unyielding gaze.

"Are you hungry?"

She almost didn't answer, carefully considering her next response. If she were to answer yes, she would be at the whim of this man. He would become an essential caregiver and a necessity for her. But if she were to reject this notion, it would be another piece of leverage to use against him, more rebellion space.

"I'm fine." She asserted, intent on keeping her display of reluctance.

"You're lying," He spoke quietly, Rey heard the sincerity in his voice again.

It made her want to cry, she knew her life would never be the same after this experience, even if she somehow ended up back on Jakku. She wore clean, beautiful clothes, fine jewelry, she sat upon a chair that would have been worth portions for at least a month. This man, who has been known through the stars as a murderer, a conqueror of worlds, now giving her these fine tokens, and offering her nourishments.

Surely though, whatever this was, was not going to last forever. So why shouldn't she enjoy these luxuries for the time being?

"What do you like to eat?" He continued.

She didn't know how to answer this. Food was essential on Jakku, there was no choice of having a favorite meal; food was not something to be enjoyed or ravished, it was survival. "Anything," she finally answered, "I can eat anything."

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Thanks for reading! Come back for 'Chapter 5: Eating Out of Their Hands."