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Interrogation	By : fairglenn Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 36598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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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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- 6
Chapter 5
He hadn’t ruined the sheets again at her expense after all. Aside from the laceration under her bottom lip needing mending once more, he hadn’t made her bleed at all. Nor did he wait for her soreness to pass either, she thought, unconsciously crossing her legs. Truthfully, he had been quite gentle with her…outside of that. He never seemed to hurt her without a purpose. She shook her head at her own thoughts, surprised by her sympathy and growing compassion for him. She couldn’t explain it, but her attitude toward him was definitely changing…and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.
At least two weeks had come and gone, most of her injuries fading away in the meantime. Her ribs were still a little tender, but the bruises were gone and her stitches were out. Rey was alone in his quarters, as she usually was during the day. Lifting her fingers to the small, fresh scar beneath her lip, she blushes at the memory of him accidentally tearing the wound back apart.
“Put your back against the wall,” he’d said. She obeyed without question; it was a simple enough request. He raised both of his hands to either side of her head and kissed her slowly until her lips buzzed with numbness. It should have put her on guard, the controlled tenderness, but she felt so starved for kindness all she could bring herself to do was return his affection wholeheartedly. He slid another of his worn shirts from her body, dropping one hand to tug her into him at the small of her back. She was so lost in his passion she hadn’t even noticed when he turned them toward the table. Before she could argue, he twisted her around and bent her over the edge of it, feet flat on the floor and legs together. She fought him at first, never having felt so exposed and insecure in her life. In immediate response to her reluctance, he held her down and begun saying the most deliciously sweet things to her. She shuddered at the way those words had made her feel. Her body had melted into him, humming with excitement as he entered her with precise care.
The feeling of him slowly filling her had been exquisite. Eyes closed against the cold surface of the table, she muttered several incoherent words of encouragement. At first he barely fucked her, pushing his hips as far forward as her protests would allow, then relaxing before doing it again. He leaned forward, almost lying on top of her while thrusting them both into the table. The thickness of him had felt like blissful torture against the sweet spot at the depths of her, and her orgasm had built without any mental coercion on his part. Feeling her tighten around him, he completely lost himself in the moment. Reaching forward to hold the side of her neck into the unyielding surface, he underestimated his strength and cut off her airway. She hadn’t particularly enjoyed the sensation, but it had driven him wild to watch her struggle for air beneath him and that in turn had driven her wild. He bucked violently then, unintentionally shoving her face forward and breaking her stitches open against the wood. There was no pain in the moment, as she’d been rocked by her own convulsions around him. It had been entirely worth it to feel the small measure of control as a result of his lost composure inside her.
It took very little to put her tiny wound back together, but he seemed thoroughly annoyed with himself despite his unapologetic demeanor. He insisted on doing the repair himself, which had made her feel uneasy, but his skill turned out to be exemplary. Watching the concentration in his gaze, she wondered if he disliked hurting her beyond a particular limit or if he was just put off because he hadn’t done it with purpose. She afforded it little concern however when he insisted she sleep with her good side on his chest, so he could feel her shift in her sleep and prevent her from aggravating the wound further. He made a crude comment about wanting her mouth in pristine shape as quickly as possible, but it hadn’t hurt her feelings as she suspected he intended it to. No matter what he claimed the reason, they always slept touching in some way; he definitely preferred it.
She’s brought back to present with the sound of voices outside the door.
“Open it,” an unfamiliar, male voice demands.
“Sir,” she hears in a feminine drawl, “I’ve been directed not to open it for anyone but Kylo Ren,” the guard replies. Rey’s eyebrows lift in surprise; she hadn’t known he was regularly stationing guards at the door.
“And now I’m directing you otherwise, Phasma,” the man replies harshly.
Rey begins to stand, thankful she’s been given a new set of clothes other than his ridiculously long shirts. The door slides open and she remains frozen in place as a tall man with red hair enters the room. He locates her, drawing himself to full height and looking down at her over his nose. She stares back awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do. His eyes slowly travel down and back up the length of her, making her uncomfortable to the core. Two weeks ago she would have asked questions; challenged him. Now she simply shifts from one foot to the other, altogether terrified. Where is Kylo? Her eyes dart back to the door nervously.
“He’s not here,” the man says, instinctively knowing who she’s looking for. “Kylo Ren has kept you to himself for weeks, and he’s still only gathered a single piece of intelligence,” he continues. “I’m tired of waiting,” he says, his mouth twisting into a dramatic scowl, “his methods are too soft.”
She doesn’t know what he means by that, but his tone completely lacks even a miniscule hint of the mercy she’s grown accustomed to and she knows she’s in trouble. Really in trouble. “There’s more, and you’ll give it to us…” he pauses for effect, “today,” he finishes, his eyes full of unbridled disgust and dangerous determination.
Rey is utterly baffled. “I don’t understand,” she says, “I don’t know anything else.”
“LIAR!” He roars. Without warning he’s upon her, dragging her by the hair behind him out of Kylo’s quarters and into the hallway. While he’s taller than her, she’s still forced to hold her body at an odd angle to accommodate his hold on her, and falters in step. He whips her around, letting go and sending her flying a few feet ahead of him. Rey regains balance, her pulse pounding in her head. She stands horrified, fearing what will happen next if his first gesture is so full of malice.
“Walk,” he says, pointing his entire hand sideways at her threateningly. Turning away from him, she steps forward as he’s instructed. Her hair is disheveled around her, but she leaves it. While she’s technically been in danger her entire captivity, there’s something starkly different about what’s happening right now. This man is uncontrolled and furious. She can’t keep her eyes from darting side to side, hoping Kylo shows up any minute.
They round a corner, leaving the guard behind them. “What danger are you that you can’t be in a cell by yourself?” He asks as soon as they are alone. She doesn’t know what to say, so she simply remains silent, looking to her feet. “A worthless scavenger whore from a waste planet,” he scoffs to himself. “Stop,” he says, preceding her in the hall to type a code into the wall by a barely visible door. It slides open and he gestures for her to enter.
She frantically tries to slow her breathing, feeling like a trapped animal. Deciding she’s got no other choice, she looks around one more time and then enters the room. She is shocked to find it filled with the sterile tools of a hospital. Hysteria builds in her chest as he walks in behind her and removes some sort of metal restraint from a hook on the wall. Kylo, her mind screams, where are you?
He turns to face her, a sickening expression of victory settling into his features. In the span of a heartbeat, the entire room shifts. To her it feels like the whole ship tips sideways, and her vision turns so sharp it hurts her eyes. She can hear and feel her breathing turn rhythmic. She clearly sees his eyes cloud with confusion and doubt as he watches her, entirely unaware that her pupils have dilated to nearly nothing. Power floods her body as she feels her skin prickle with the energy flowing through her. Just as suddenly as she knows she’s not herself, she knows exactly what to do and her body moves of its own accord. She hears herself say in a perfectly calm, sing song voice, “You will restrain yourself to the wall.”
His expression turns petulant, but he complies without delay. “I will restrain myself to the wall,” he says robotically, turning to do as she suggests. She watches him place his own wrists in the handcuff-like device, the chain between both cuffs long, and strung through a metal loop high up on the wall. The sound of metal sliding over metal turns her blood hot; albeit distantly. What an odd sensation, she thinks…she’s never found that sound attractive. And then she knows – she doesn’t find that sound attractive; it’s not her. She had been so controlled by Kylo that she hadn’t even felt his invasion, let alone his outright domination of her mind and body. For the first time, she truly understands his desire to be in control, and her senses are overwhelmed with the power of it.
Rey’s own force slams into his, and she feels them both reel from the crushing weight of it. She turns and moves over to a wall laden with sharp tools. Her eyes drift over the collection, conflicted by her deep inclination yet utter reluctance to use them. They both know if she removes a weapon from the wall, no one will stand a chance against her. Abruptly, just as quickly as the power had overcome her senses, it’s gone. She jerks with the impact of it, blinking rapidly at the wall of devices in front of her. She turns as Kylo rounds the corner, entering the room. Rey makes no move to hide or escape; she’s never been so happy to see anyone in her life.
He feels a great sense of relief as he enters the room and finds her safe. He scarcely grants her a second glance as he glides toward General Hux. “Did you think I would not feel it?” He asks, his voice deadly calm.
“If she’s so strong in the force, why is she still captive?” Hux shrieks, his mounting dread visible as he realizes the predicament he’s in.
“Because I’m here,” Kylo replies matter-of-factly, his lightsaber falling effortlessly into his hand. Rey’s heart is set to pounding again, her eyes wide in fear as Kylo stalks around Hux, pausing behind him. He lifts his hand and presses Hux’s head to the wall, leaning in to say, “I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Hux takes a wavering breath, and Kylo settles his weapon on Hux’s back, angled toward the floor.
“Ren!” Hux shouts, but it’s too late – the red saber illuminates its way through the General’s body, disappearing as quickly as it appeared, Hux collapsing open-mouthed to the floor. His knees barely touch the ground before his body is jerked to a halt by the chains at his wrists.
Rey somewhat stifles a scream as Kylo shifts toward her, General Hux forgotten. Depositing his weapon back into his sleeve, he steps over Hux’s legs and takes her arm, guiding her out of the room and into the hallway. He leads her wordlessly around corners until they’re in the hangar from her first night onboard. The lights are blinding in this section of the ship, and she cringes as her eyes adjust. He reaches a TIE fighter and all but hurtles her into the spacecraft. She flattens herself against the wall and watches him drop into the pilot seat, flipping switches and securing himself into the chair.
“Strap in,” he yells, pausing to relieve himself of his mask, throwing it out the door before it slams shut. She falls into the gunner position, completely unfamiliar with the controls. Whipping around to get a good look at him before fastening herself in, she furrows her brow at the dried blood on his forehead. He’s been hurt.
She pulls the straps tight on her harness just as the craft shoots out of the hangar. She’s slammed forward by the velocity of it.
“Where are we going?” She yells.
“Home,” he replies.
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