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Interrogation	By : fairglenn Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 36598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Interrogation
- 2-Escape
- 3-Punishment
- 4-Submission
- 5-Home
- 6-Resistance
- 7-Broken
- 8-Dependency
- 9-Shift
- 10-Victory
- 11-Reconnect
- 12-Struggle
- 13-Turn
- 14-Forever
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Chapter 10

“Get up,” he says, wiping sweat from his forehead.

“No, I don’t think so,” she responds calmly, her fear long since gone. Her eyes are glassy, voice taking on the eerie melody she’s perfected since they started her current phase of training. “You like me better here,” she finishes. He can feel the force suggestion, but isn’t swayed by it. She’s lying prone, her cheek pressed into the cold floor of the ship. They’d landed on the Resistance base planet roughly two weeks ago, but he hadn’t allowed her to leave. It was a better place to train, he’d said…no one would interrupt them. His training had been the most relentless abuse she’d ever encountered – she couldn’t even escape the violence in sleep, as nightmare after nightmare vividly recounted his methods. This was the difference between the gentle training of the light and the harsh training of the dark.

He crouches and her eyes rise to meet his. Without his command, Rey shifts the force between them and opens the barrier to her mind. She’d figured out how to fully connect at will over a week ago – and did so regularly to protect herself against him with his own strength and skill - but she was still working on sustaining the connection outside of unconscious necessity. It felt like a mental exercise, a balance of sorts that toppled out of grasp the second she lost focus. In the last few days she’d gradually gotten better at holding the connection, but he’d been right – causing great distress had been the quickest way to perfect the skill. Fear and adrenaline made the task seem easier.

He simply stares as the connection waivers between them, her breathing becoming rhythmic as she steadies the balance in her mind. Suddenly something in the atmosphere changes….the force becomes stronger. Like a switch flipping inside her head, there’s a “click” and the connection is locked in place. The weight of having to hold the balance disappears and she exhales with relief, her eyes falling shut.

Ben feels the shift in the connection and the growing strength of the force, but doesn’t initially understand what’s going on. When her eyes close he panics a little, believing she’s fainted. He reaches out toward her, but without opening her eyes Rey catches his hand and throws it back at him with his own strength. He’s forced to brace himself against the floor so he doesn’t completely lose his balance. Rolling away from him, she rises to her feet and exits the training room without a word.

She’s too exhausted to feel any victory in what’s just happened, shaking as she makes her way back to their quarters and through the antechamber to the washroom. She finds it entirely strange they’re still sharing a room, and scoffs to herself as she pulls her clothes off to step into the shower. Water rolls down her face, sweat and dirt circling the drain at her feet. Her body is bruised all over; she’s never felt so broken in her life.

It could be worse, she thinks to herself. “No,” she says out loud, shaking her head. Her mind was always racing to defend him and she couldn’t make sense of it. He’d humiliated her, beaten her, raped her…made love to her.”Nuh uh,” she whispers. He was the worst kind of person. He’d made her love him, then all but abandoned her. She choked back a sob; the millionth at this point. The worst part was she still felt desperate to love him; to be loved by him. She jerks the faucet handle to the off position, stepping out onto the slick tile of the washroom. With the connection left open, she can feel his presence with her. She has no idea where he is, what he’s doing, or what he sees…but she can feel him there. If she wants to, she can hear his thoughts this way…but he doesn’t push to communicate and she’s disinclined to encourage it. She knows he can feel her hurt and despair, but there’s no helping it. She hopes it hurts him too, but all she feels when she probes his emotions is apathy. He’s trained to feel nothing, she thinks.

Wrapping a towel around herself, she enters the bedroom. Finding one of his shirts, she pulls it over her head and climbs into bed. He hadn’t touched her sexually since the start of this phase, which was for the best being she’d rather die than oblige, but he had come to sleep here every night. Sometimes she thought she could sense desire in him, but she didn’t press for it. He could feel her in his mind just the same as she could feel him, and the last thing she wanted to do was tempt him. He was the only experience she had with a lover, and some of the memories were cherished. She was afraid of what they’d turn into if he tried to touch her now, no matter how badly she still wanted him to at times. With morning always came the same abuse – day after day it continued. The romantic part of their relationship had ended.

Her mind drifts to the connection. She focuses on the “switch,” practicing with turning it on and off. It was so simple she was appalled it had taken her so long to figure it out. Her eyelids becoming heavy, she wonders whether or not she should leave them connected in sleep. Eventually she decides it’s safest for her to always leave them connected. He would be back soon, and if there were more rounds of training she didn’t want to be caught unprepared. Her body slowly relaxed and she drifted into a dreamless sleep, her mind fully open to his.

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Ben sat in the dining area of the ship, mulling over his cold plate of food. It was an odd sensation, being aware of his surroundings and hers in such a consistent manner. He could tell she was asleep, having left the connection open. Her thoughts had cleared and he’d lost the ability to discern her location as soon as she’d fallen asleep, yet he could still feel her state of mind as though it were his own.

The hard part was over he thought, considering the next step in training. She’d need to practice fighting with him. She was already a superb fighter, but she wasn’t used to sharing her mind and honestly he wasn’t either. It was a bit of a challenge to control his actions and suggest hers. Some parts of it came naturally…such as the feeling of existing in two places at once. It didn’t feel at all like he was split; more like he was legitimately two people. Power surged through his veins, his muscles tightening with it. Inadvertently sharing his rush with her, he felt her shift in her sleep without waking. He was going to have to practice with that part; they both would.

Pushing away from the table he stood and stalked back to their quarters to join her. While challenging her limits often gave him great pleasure, he hadn’t satisfied his hunger in weeks and it was taking a toll. He grew more and more dissatisfied as the nights went by, sleeping next to her soft body becoming almost a burden. He was relieved she had finally learned to maintain their connection, as this animosity between them couldn’t last much longer.

When he entered the room he found her sleeping on her side, facing away from him toward the wall. He quickly showered and dressed for bed, climbing in behind her. He froze halfway into slipping under the blanket when he saw she was wearing his shirt. His chest tightened a little, and he immediately forced himself to recover from the reaction…but he couldn’t quite squash the excitement he felt over the fact she couldn’t completely hate him. He watched the peaceful rise and fall of her ribs for minutes before carefully lifting a strand of her wet hair into his hand, wrapping it loosely around his finger. He missed her, and it was tiring pretending like he didn’t. He scowled at his own weakness, determined to overcome it in the future. She turned to roll over toward him, and he let her hair slip through his fingers. Tomorrow would be different.
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