You should have known how much trouble you were going to be in the moment you spit on Kylo Ren. Sure, he had forced you to suck your own spit right off of his fingers, but that hardly qualified as a punishment. You could barely sleep on that metal plate and the constant anxiety of him barging in to punish you made it even more difficult. You had heard about the interrogation methods that the Empire used to use. They had little droids equipped with every possible torture tool imaginable. Everything from needles, to knives, to electric arms that sent out short bursts of electricity. Perhaps the First Order still used them.

The knowledge you had about the First Order was very limited. Canto Bight barely ever had news about the ongoing war between the Order and the Resistance, so most of your information came from drunken sellers that worked part-time for the Order. There weren't many interesting topics that were brought up. It was mostly a political snafu that you couldn't care less about. Once in a while, someone would let slip plans for weapons or something about prisoners. It wasn't very memorable back then, although due to your current situation, you wished you had paid more attention.

Kylo Ren was going to come back at some point. There wasn't a single doubt in your mind about that. He was a powerful man who knew what he wanted and almost always got it. You knew people that weren't trained in the Force or weren't mentally strong would spew information the moment he started to probe their minds. You could only wonder if you were his toughest prisoner yet. You highly doubted that.

He was the commander. He had made that painfully clear yesterday. Ren probably dealt with all sorts of men and women that were trained to withstand torture techniques. You shiver at the thought of all of the shifty low-life's that were once laying in the same room you were in now. The First Order appeared prestigious and well-kept enough, but you knew that they worked with crime syndicates, bounty hunters, and smugglers all of the time. They probably had so many dirty secrets, it would make your head spin.

You flinch slightly as the door to your right slides open with its familiar, high-pitched hiss. You don't bother looking up at the sound of heavy footsteps and the gentle rustle of a cloak. Kylo Ren appears in front of you and as per usual, he was dawning his mask. Does he even have a face under that thing? You think as you wrinkle your nose.

"I can assure you I do." His robotized, monotone voice replies.

Damn it. He was in your thoughts again. Should you have even been surprised at this point? "What did I tell you about staying out of my head?"

"You don't give me any orders. Potential ally or not, you're still a prisoner on this ship. This is my ship." Kylo Ren says with a small huff.

You scoff. "You're just a commander, aren't you? There are plenty of generals who outrank you. What makes you so special other than the Force?"

It was in that moment, that you realized he had brought you breakfast. Your mouth begins to water at the sight of it. You didn't care what the slop was. Food was food and you didn't exactly have a choice. He was also carrying something else. There was a bundle of cloth that the breakfast tray was balancing on top of.

"I was going to feed and clothe you. But your little attitude problem made me change my mind," he says coldly, turning on his heel to leave.

"No, wait!" You call out desperately. "I'm sorry... Commander."

With a dull thunk, the tray and the pile of clothes hit the floor. Kylo Ren raises his hand towards you and the restraints spring open. You stand up slowly, not wanting to make any sudden moves that he would find suspicious. Your legs wobble beneath you, forcing you to grip onto the bitterly cold metal that you had been bound to for what must have been days.

"I'll be back in five minutes. You had better be fully clothed by then or I'll have a Stormtrooper rip your clothes off and do it himself." Ren points a threatening finger at you.

As soon as he disappears into the hall and the door slides shut, you kick your heels off. Your feet felt strange on the ground after being in those shoes for so long. You felt a little awkward pulling your dress off, even though you were sure nobody was watching. The clothes he had brought you were rather plain, but anything was better than what you were wearing now. The new outfit consisted of a pair of black leggings, a dark gray sweater that matched some of the First Order uniforms you had spotted, and boots that went about halfway up your shins.

You toss your dress aside and seat yourself on the floor to start eating the breakfast he had brought you. It wasn't any different from the breakfast you had had the day before. It was strange though. The buffet, while tasting terrible, had dozens of options. What were the odds he chose the exact same foods as you had? Unless he had paid attention to what you had gotten. That seemed like a ridiculous thought. Kylo Ren didn't need to please you or make you feel like he cared. He wasn't even capable of such a thing.

"You're finished dressing?" His voice rumbles as he re-enters the cell. "Good. Eat faster, girl. We have something to do."

"You could call me by my real name, you know. I, unlike some people, don't have an ego that needs feeding." You retort up at him, unashamed at your compromising position on the floor beneath him.

Kylo Ren was tall. Very tall. He must have been over six feet but from this angle he appeared even taller. With every twitch, you could see the muscles moving beneath his armor, showing off the sheer power he had been working to build. You couldn't see his face by any means, but you were sure it was twisted into a scowl at your words. "Don't you want to know my name?"

"No need to. I pulled it out of your head." For some reason, that answer didn't seem like the truth.

"Okay?" You frown.

"Get up, prisoner." Ren nudges the edge of your tray with the toe of his leather boot. "I have much more important things to attend to than a stubborn little girl."

You groan and stand as slowly as possible. With a scowl, you shift towards the metal plate so Ren could lock you up again. To your surprise, he lifts his hand slightly to stop you. "That won't be necessary. Hold still and don't try anything."

"W-What are you doing?" You suddenly felt very nervous and vulnerable.

"Continuing our interrogation process. I should hope you won't spit on me this time." Without further warning, Kylo Ren extends his gloved hand towards your temple.

The pain hit you like a thousand knives. You knew he was making this hurt on purpose and it was even worse while you were standing. Your back slams against the wall as your nails scrabble for something, anything to hold onto. The further you back away from him, the closer he draws. You had never met a more intimidating man in your life. His hulking black figure towers over you as his fingers tense up. The Force flows through you, pumping into your mind to extract any information that could be useful to him.

His slightly-muffled voice was calm from behind the mask. "Don't be afraid... I feel it too. The Force is connecting us, you and I, we're one. We're bonded by this energy. I can see everything, feel everything."

You groan in pain. "P-Please. No more."

"When you left the temple you were beckoned by the Force. But it wasn't what you were trained with... it was darkness. The Dark Side was calling to you and it still does. You feel it in your veins and see it in your nightmares. It's going to continue manifesting within your body until you give in." Ren shifts.

"Stop!" Your voice cracks.

"When you have these nightmares, you picture a lake. I can see it. The blue water and the trees all around it. A small home on the edge of the water and two presences standing on the patio." He steps closer to you as you shrink back. "Don't deny your curiosity. You're desperate for answers and you seek them out in the Force, in your old master, in me. Skywalker can't give you any answers and he couldn't give them to me either. But I can. I can promise you the answers to all of your questions. I can make the nightmares go away." Kylo Ren lowers his hand and the pain fades away.

"No," you whisper as tears gather in your frightened eyes. "I won't join you."

"The Force won't let you rest until you and I become one with the Dark Side. We're a dyad. Connected. Bonded. I can feel your hesitation and your conflict. Your thirst and your curiosity outweigh those emotions. I know you want to take my hand. I can make the pain fade to nothing but a bad memory. Join me." His voice now sounded somewhat pleading and desperate.

Your hands tremble as the Force flowing through you burns. You had felt it begin to appear ever since you and Ren had connected and now it was back. The very thing you had pushed away for so long had come back to life. Because of him. A burst of anger breaks through the walls of sadness and fear. You grit your teeth and thrust your hand out. To your own and Kylo's surprise, his lightsaber comes flying from his side into your hand.

You don't hesitate to ignite the blade. The power of it takes you by surprise. You had seen it before, but never like this. There were three blades in total; one main blade and two cross guards at the base of the main. It burned bright red like blood and vibrated in your hand. The hilt was heavy, clearly it was built to suit him and no one else. Your lightsaber had been calm and stable back in the day, but his crackled and felt as though it would explode at any second.

"Use your anger." Kylo demands.

You ignore him. The weapon felt so unfamiliar in your hands after not using it for so long. As you go to swing it, you are thrown off-balance. Kylo merely has to lift one hand to stop the blade from connecting with the side of his neck. You are frozen in place with the hot saber just inches away from his skin.

"I must admit." He lowers his hand and uses the Force to rip the weapon back to his hand. "I prefer you spitting on me over you trying to kill me."

His fingertips connect with your temple and your world goes black. A part of you hopes that this is the last time it will.