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Interrogation	By : fairglenn Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 36605 -:- 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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- 10
Chapter 9
When the meeting ends, Rey stands and leaves the conference room before anyone else in an attempt to avoid any personal questions. She hears footsteps quickly approaching behind her and rolls her eyes.
“Rey, wait up!” Poe calls after her.
She stops and waits a moment for him to catch up, but doesn’t face him until he reaches her. He had been so quiet, she’d forgotten he was even there. “What’s up, Poe?” she asks.
“You’ve been training with him for weeks?” He asks as they begin walking in the direction of her living quarters together.
“Yup,” she responds, disinclined to say anything more on the matter.
“Well, what does that entail?” He continues.
“You know I won’t tell you,” she says, shooting a disapproving glare in his direction.
“Why not?” He asks, stopping in the hallway.
Rey sighs, rolling her eyes again before turning to look at him. “Please – I can’t. This is a huge change for me.” She finishes, her bottom lip quivering so slightly he misses it.
His body relaxes and he sighs. “I understand,” he says, “Let’s get you to your room.” He smiles softly at her.
She smiles back, hugely relieved. “Thank you.”
They make their way back to her quarters, and she feels obliged to invite him in. They talk for hours and she loses track of time. “We’re landing on a base planet tomorrow; are you excited to get off this ship?” he asks.
Her eyes widen at the news and she’s overcome with excitement. “Poe! YES!” she yells. She hasn’t seen sunlight in weeks and she’s suddenly thrilled with the prospect. She looks around the room, thinking of everything that has happened and sure being on a planet will help her to feel grounded again. While scanning her surrounds she notices the time and gasps. “It’s late! You should go,” she says, standing to grab his long ago discarded coat.
“Wait,” he says, reaching out to take her arm.
She jerks it back instinctively, her ears ringing with alarm. At first he looks offended, and then determined as his arm shoots back out and he grabs her for a second time. She stumbles as he pulls her forward, and she falls into his lap. She completely freezes and can’t think of a thing to say or do when he shoves his mouth onto hers.
“Please stop,” she says, struggling to turn her head away from his assault. The pitch of her voice rises with panic and all she can do is beg. “Poe, stop. Please stop. I don’t want to do this,” she says, struggling to keep her breathing calm. He squeezes her into his chest and flips her onto her back on the couch, causing her to bite her own tongue. He tears at her shirt while she fruitlessly tries to deflect his hands. He eventually gives up and reaches between them to unfasten his pants.
This can’t be happening, Rey thinks. She doesn’t want the encounter to turn violent, but she starts considering it as reality really sinks in. Still clutching her shirt to her chest, she looks around them for something – anything – she can use as a weapon. Her eyes fall on a glass of water on the side table above her head, and she looks back down at the top of his as he begins tugging roughly at the waistband of her pants. She decides it’s her only option and looks up once more – but has no time to act as the door slides open just then.
Ben hardly steps into the room before Poe flies off of her and into the wall, sliding down to the floor in an unconscious heap. Features contorted with rage, he points to her. “You. Get your things; you don’t sleep here anymore.” Rey doesn’t question him as she rolls off the couch to her feet and rushes to do as he commands, her hands shaking. It only takes her a moment to gather a small bag full of personal items and she leaves the room walking right past him, without looking at him even once. He turns and follows her into the hallway, passing her to lead them both back to his quarters.
It’s a silent walk, and the minutes feel like hours. Why does she feel like she’s done something wrong? They arrive at his door and he waves it open, stepping to the side to watch her walk in with her things. He walks in behind her, the door sliding closed.
She stops in the center of the room, clutching her bag to her chest and turning to look at him meekly. At first he just stares at her, unbridled fury all over his face. “Why did you let him touch you?” he eventually roars. She flinches as he pulls his light saber out and swings it right past her face and into the table beside her.
“I didn’t know how to stop it, I swear – I would never let that happen intentionally,” she nearly hyperventilates, taking several gasping breaths as she speaks.
“Unacceptable,” he says, “Put the bag on the table.”
Her hands still trembling, she gently sets the bag on the table next to the giant gash he’s just left in it. “I’m sorry,” she hiccups, tears falling generously down her cheeks.
“Not yet, but you will be,” he says darkly. “You’re useless to me like this,” he says with disgust. His jaw clenches and unclenches. “Bed,” he finally grits out. She doesn’t hesitate at all, and scrambles to remove her shoes and pants, climbing under the blanket and scooting all the way to the wall leaving him with most of the room.
Ben unties and kicks his boots off, climbing in behind her and pulling her back into his chest. He remains silent and she eventually calms down, her breathing falling even as she drifts into sleep. It takes Ben much longer however; he lies there holding her small frame in his arms and thinking of all the ways he’d like to murder Poe Dameron. The worst of her training would begin tomorrow, and it was going to be a long day.
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When she wakes she finds he’s already up, sitting in a chair and apparently waiting for her. He looks much more relaxed than he did last night, and she’s filled with relief. She lifts her head up off the bed from her position on her stomach.
“Rey, how do you feel about belts?” He asks calmly.
Her eyebrows lower in confusion. “Excuse me?” And then she sees it – he’s holding a belt. She balks at her initial thought…surely he can’t mean to hit her with that?
She turns white, rolling to her side to push herself into a more protective stance.
“Back on your stomach,” he says distractedly, absentmindedly gesturing she flip with his hand.
Dreading the seriousness of his tone, she does as she’s told. He stands and walks around to the foot of the bed, her head turning to watch him nervously. He looks up at her, and she turns her head back around – he doesn’t need to say anything. She hears his belt sliding slowly through his hands, all the air leaving her lungs. She props herself up on her elbows, lowering her shoulders back to the bed with her chin tucked into her chest. Her hair falls forward around her, and Ben has to adjust himself at the sight of her fear.
Belt sill in one hand, he grabs her ankles and drags her down the bed. She falls out of her protective position, reflexively gripping the sheets. Her pelvis meets the edge of the mattress and he drops her legs allowing them to fall to the floor.
Her adrenaline peaks and it takes her over the edge. “I don’t like this,” she says, panicked and twisting her body around to stand.
He reaches forward and grips the back of her neck, shoving her back into place with her palms flat on the bed. She struggles beneath his hold, but it’s useless – he’s unbelievably strong. Like an electrical shock, she feels him harshly enter her mind. It’s become natural for her to push back into his, and their senses are combined with a painful force. Suddenly she can feel his excitement, the pulse in his hand around the leather, and he can feel her aversion in return.
While his excitement eases her fear, she’s still mortified when he yanks the shirt up her back and exposes her from the waist down. He removes his hand from her neck, and she jerks against the force he’s using to hold her in place. Why can’t I do this? She wonders.
She hears him fold the belt, the metal clinking against metal as the buckle flops around. He can’t be serious, she thinks.
“You can scream if you like – no one will save you.”
The belt flies through the air and comes down on her full force. She gasps, choking and sputtering as her vision explodes into bright white from the pain. She can feel the strength in his blow, from her perspective and his. She’s shocked he isn’t holding back – at all. If anything, he’s using her own power to hit her harder. The belt comes down again, and it feels like she’s split open. She screams, tears streaming down her face. She hears him grunt with exertion as he raises his hand to hit her again.
And then it happens…just like last time. The room shifts and in a blur of movement the shirt falls back to her thighs as she breaks free from his hold, righting herself before him. Without hesitation the belt whistles through the air again and slams into her arm as she raises it to deflect the blow. She doesn’t think about what to do from there; she just does it.
With a strength at least ten times her own, she grips the belt and tears it from his grasp. The buckle rebounds into her face and she cringes, but doesn’t pause before swinging the belt back at him. She lands one blow with the metal buckle over the top of his shoulder before he grabs the front of her shirt and pulls her roughly into him, knocking her off balance. Ripping the belt from her hand, he flings her around and throws her back into the mattress.
She scurries toward the headboard and plants her back firmly into it, turning to watch for his next move. The room shifts again and she feels a popping sensation as their bond is reduced to only sharing thoughts. Ben throws the belt to the floor and climbs onto the bed after her. He reaches forward and grabs her shirt again, only with both hands. She doesn’t react right away, her confidence faltering. She decides she’s made a grievous mistake as he rips her shirt open to her belly button and then slaps her so hard her face hits the headboard she’s propped against.
“Stop it!” she screams, raising her arms in defense only to find her strength is woefully back to normal.
He doesn’t respond, he simply puts his hand around her neck and presses her back into the wood against the wall. She tries to pry his fingers away from her neck, but to no avail – his grip unforgiving.
“Open your mind all the way to me and hold it open,” he says.
She struggles to understand what he means, knowing he’s pressed hard into her thoughts as he speaks. Concentrating, she feels the room shift slightly, then shift back. “Again,” he says, shaking her by the throat. Fury pours through her veins and her reality shifts again, only this time it sticks and she’s able to tear his hands from her neck and slap him so hard his head jerks to the side like hers had.
His head snaps back and his eyes bore into hers. “That is how you discourage others from touching what belongs to me,” he says angrily.
Her rage dissolves and she breaks down into full body sobs, completely unable to speak. She flinches when he reaches for her, and then cries harder when he pulls her face into his chest, holding her head to him with one hand and bracing the both of them against the headboard with the other. Her sobs slow and she feels him swell against her stomach. Repulsed, she shoves herself away from his chest.
“You’re a monster,” she spits at him, the underside of one eye swelling under the impact of the belt buckle. He grabs her arm and pulls her back to him, resting his nose on her nose. She shudders against him, her eyes locked onto his lips.
“Pull yourself together and learn to control the connection,” he says. “We’re going to do that again.”
He abruptly releases her and backs away, climbing off the bed. She sinks onto the pillows, trembling as he saunters into the washroom, closing the door behind him. What the fuck was that? She wonders. What has she agreed to? Her stomach sinks and her pitiful moans are filled with heartache as she lies down, curling into a ball.
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