Rey just sits there, rocking back and forth with tears in her eyes. She nods hesitantly.
Do you think what he’s doing is okay?
Rey thinks about his questions and shakes her head slowly. Feeling so naive… so out of her depth.
Hux stands up and begins putting the trays of food away.
He’s awake, Hux says abruptly, breaking Rey’s train of thought. Rey’s heart pounds in her chest and tears burn her eyes as he says, “I have to take you back.”
Rey stands at the door uncertainly. The room is dim. Similar to Hux’s, except where Hux had an elegant sense of color and design, Kylo’s room is just black upon black. A black tile floor and dark walls.
Rey sees his figure rise from the bed, a dark silhouette moving ominously towards her. Her heart beat speeds up and her breath quickens.
As his face comes into view, Rey backs against the door, pressing herself against it. But Kylo comes gently, his face sympathetic.
He puts his hands on her shoulders. A soft, light touch. He lays a gentle kiss against her forehead. Rey melts against his chest, comforted. Feeling for a moment that maybe Hux was wrong about him?
She doesn’t know why she begins to cry against his chest. He holds her head against his chest, smoothing her hair back, kissing the top of her head. Murmuring comforting words into her ear. “It’s okay, Rey… I’m sorry. I saw what happened… Shhh…” He rocks her gently, before pushing her away.
He takes her by the arm and begins leading her to the bed. Rey feels the weight of the silence in the dim room. Feels his voice deeply when he speaks. “I’m glad you’re with me… I’m sorry what happened to you… But I’m glad you’re with me…”
Are you hungry? he asks.
Rey shakes her head. Her belly is full from the dinner with General Hux.
Kylo raises an eyebrow. “You ate already?”
Yeah. With Hux.
You ate with Hux? Kylo asks. He pauses and pulls away from her, suddenly going very still.
Rey nods— unaware of the soft fury in his voice.
You ate. With Hux, he repeats, stony. Rey realizes her mistake and is suddenly terrified. Kylo backs away from her, moving through the room to pick something up. Something she doesn’t see.
Good, he says. “I’m tired anyway. And very, very, disappointed in you…” He walks back towards her and she backs away.
She tries to get away, but Kylo grabs onto her arm, so tightly that it’s painful. “I suffer because of you again… You ran away from me. I thought we talked about this. I thought you understood.”
Kylo twists her arm painfully and forces her to her knees. He pulls both her hands behind her back and binds them together. “How can I feel safe when you are so disobedient?” he says and his voice makes her heart beat faster.
Kylo, stop it! she cries out.
Kylo Ren grabs her elbow and hauls her to her feet. Drags her across the room to the end of his bed. His bed frame extends up to Rey’s shoulders, a series of horizontal cast-iron bars.
I can’t fight you tonight, Rey. I’m hurt and I’m too weak… he says sadly.
He turns her to face him so that her back is to the bed. He lifts her arms over the top bar of the bed frame. He puts a tie around her waist and fastens her wrists to it. So that her arms are behind her back, draped over the bed frame, and her waist held securely in place, and she’s forced to lean forward, similar to a mermaid at the tip of ship.
I would give you the universe and you would give me nothing but pain, he says sadly.
Kylo, what are you doing? she asks, alarmed.
Shhh… it’s okay, he whispers in her ear. He pulls her shirt from her belt, pulls it up past her breasts and over her head. He positions it so it covers her eyes and only her lips are exposed.
Rey shudders as his cold fingers touch her bare breasts. He toys gently with her nipples as he kisses her languorously. She moans softly and her nipples harden in his grasp. She feels his smile against her lips. His evil smile, she thinks.
I love how responsive you are to my touch, he says.
She feels moisture and warmth between her legs… and an aching desire to be satisfied…
Kylo works his way down her sides, running his hand along her belly, and begins unfastening her belt buckle. He pulls her pants down around her ankles, all the way to her boots. She thinks he’s going to take her pants off, or at least unfasten her boots. But he leaves her boots on and refastens her belt around her ankles, pinning them together.
He runs his hands sensuously up her legs. He slips his finger between her thighs. She jerks and shudders as he caresses her vagina.
He whispers. “You’re so wet…” She gasps and writhes, wanting him to continue… “I really am afraid of you, Rey. I almost died twice because of you. Twice.”
The cold air hits her as he moves away.
Kylo? she asks, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed.
Goodnight, Rey. She listens in silence, struggling against her bonds. Unable to move or get away. Blinded. She senses him move into the bed, crawl under the covers… Her heart beats in panic.
No… you can’t leave me like this… she shouts and struggles, panicked. Her heart pounding and adrenaline coursing through her body.
Shhh… you’ll be okay. And now, so will I.
Kylo, let me go!
Don’t force me to gag you.
No! she shouts. Kylo frowns. He extends out with his force powers and freezes her mouth shut.
He turns over and makes himself comfortable, careful not to aggravate the wound in his side. He smiles as he listens to Rey’s muffled cries of disbelief and desperation, her soft struggles against her bonds… He drifts off to sleep, satisfied, comforted to have her back so close to him.
Kylo Ren wakes up refreshed the next morning. He gets out of bed and stretches. He feels a slight pang of guilt when he sees Rey still tied to the end of his bed.
She looks like a prisoner on her way to a death sentence, he thinks. Her head covered in her shirt, hanging down below her shoulders. Her knees slump and she hangs by her elbows. He enjoys the sight of her slim, naked vulnerability. The sight of her pants tangled around her ankles.
He turns on the artificial sun lights. His heart beats slightly faster as he sees Rey begin to stir. He wishes he had tied her differently so that he could fuck her more easily.
He moves to the bed and unties the restraint around her waist. He lifts her arms, freeing her from the bed frame. Her hands still tied behind her back, he sets her gently on the floor.
He undoes the belt around her ankles. Rey doesn’t say anything. Just waits patiently as he unties her. He undoes her boots and pulls them off her feet, pulls of her socks, and slides her pants off of her.
He takes a moment to enjoy the sight of her – her shirt still covering her face, her lips parted slightly, as she waits tensely. Completely naked and vulnerable.
The cold black tile is cold on her butt. The nerves in her body are fired up as Kylo Ren takes her clothes off. She feels vulnerable and helpless. Then suddenly he turns her over pushes her on the floor. She gasps as her stomach and breasts are pressed up against the cold tile.
Relax, he says. “I’m just untying you so I can take your shirt off your head…”