What did I do wrong this time? You think miserably as you drag yourself back to your quarters. Kylo had lashed out so suddenly that it had frightened you out of your skin. Whatever he had heard must have infuriated him enough to take it out on you. What you had heard was also baffling.

There were so many voices screaming in your head. Voices filled with pain, anguish, and sorrow. Voices you couldn't even recognize until it came to your own and Ben's. But the Force had singled out two other voices. Two voices that you hadn't a clue as to who they belonged to. Although you couldn't recognize them, you did remember a name that had come up. Anakin. Who was he? The name didn't ring any bells but the situation he was in sounded dire. Perhaps it was a memory, much like the voice you had heard from Ben.

You sigh as you lean into the shower to turn the water on, letting the steam rise as it heats up and you strip yourself of those heavy winter clothes. Everything around you was getting more and more peculiar by the second. So many questions were taking hold of your brain, you didn't even know where to start. Questions like what did Kylo's face look like? Who was Anakin? What did Kylo even see that made him as angry as he was? You tug the glass door to the shower open and step inside, letting the warm water roll down your skin. Running your fingers through your hair, you lather it with heavenly-smelling shampoo, before rubbing your body down with body wash that smelled of sweet milk and honey.

Your mind races as you desperately seek answers to those questions. They were going to nag you for the rest of your life if you didn't get what you needed soon. It seemed as though ever since you joined the First Order, your life had become nothing but puzzles and problems. And at the center of most of those problems? Kylo Ren. The man who killed Ben, Xian, and possibly thousands of other innocent people. The man who kidnapped you and somehow convinced you to join him because he promised answers to your questions. What did you have to show for it? More questions, little answers, and a rather rough relationship with the commander.

After another ten minutes of just standing in the shower with your thoughts running wild, you shut the water off and wrap a white towel tightly around your body. Your hair drips down your back, leaving a trail of water behind as you walk back into the main room to change. What you didn't see was that someone was standing at your door. Not until he moves quickly towards you, that is. You gasp and leap back in horror.

"What the hell?" You demand angrily, glaring daggers at Kylo.

His only response is silence. Oh, and grabbing you by the wrist. He pulls your body towards him, his hands sliding up the towel with ease. To his surprise, you angrily plant your hands on his broad chest and shove him away.

You scowl at him. "If you think I'm going to just submit to you after you nearly took my head off with your lightsaber, you're dead wrong. I didn't deserve your anger and you don't deserve me."

Kylo's fists tighten at his sides so much, that you were sure his gloves would pop at the seams. "I expect you to be in the training room in ten."

He turns on his heel, cloak fluttering at his ankles as he storms off. Without thinking about what you were wearing, you charge after him, your rage nearly bubbling over at this point. You manage to extend your hand and grab onto his cloak, foolishly yanking him back. Wrong choice. Kylo furiously slams you against the wall, his ever-tightening hand around your throat.

"What makes you think you can disrespect me? I'm your commander. Your master! You're nothing but an apprentice that I just so happen to be fucking." He spits.

"Good to know that's all I am to you." You snap as you try to peel his fingers off. "You know what? I don't even care. I don't care what you think of me and I don't care about what I am to you. You're an asshole in a mask who does what he pleases without any real consequences. I bet the Supreme Leader would just love to hear about how you went behind his back and disobeyed his orders."

Kylo scoffs. "And what do you think he's going to do with you when he hears how you've been influencing and distracting me, little Butterfly? Hm? I might get a few bruises but that's going to be nothing compared to you. They'll have to send back your body in pieces."

"So what? You don't care about me anyways and you killed all of the people that would miss me! I don't have anyone left!" Tears spring to your eyes as you push Kylo away. "Just kill me now! Go on, get it over with!"

He laughs coldly. "You're not worth the effort it would take to kill you. Get changed to go to the training hall. Figure out the way yourself. If you don't show up... don't expect the same treatment you normally get from me."

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" You mutter and storm off, ignoring the strange looks that the Stormtroopers were giving you.

Despite wanting to disobey Kylo's orders just to see what he would do, you reluctantly change into your training robes and try to make your way to the training hall. It took a lot of asking and wrong turns down dead-end corridors, before you finally found the massive hall. It was similar to the one on the Finalizer, but it lacked the massive window and replaced the space where it would have been with a giant rack of equipment. You gaze around the room momentarily, trying to get accustomed to the new settings, before your eyes fall onto the center mat. And your heart stops.

Kylo was there as always, but so were six other men. Men you knew all too well and stood with menacing glares and piercing gazes. Their weapons were slung lazily over their shoulders, which someone gave them an even more terrifying appearance. You cross your arms, scowling at Kylo as you cross the room.

"What are they doing here?" You gesture to them, speaking as though they weren't even in the room. "I thought you said it would only be you and me."

"I also said you would fight them eventually." Kylo crosses his muscular arms. "Perhaps not all at once today, but one will be sufficient."

You don't take your eyes off of Kylo as you extend your hand and use the Force to pull one of the practice staffs into your hand. You could just tell that he was smirking at you from beneath that stupid mask. Stupid hunk of metal, you think with a small huff. You couldn't care less if he had heard you. Kylo turns away from you rather stiffly and you grin. So he had heard you. He looks the Knights of Ren up and down one by one, as if sizing them up. You were expecting him to choose the smallest so you at least had a chance, but you were horribly mistaken.

"Cardo," Kylo gestures from him to you. "Why don't you take a turn?"

Your face pales as the towering man takes a step forward. He was very nearly the same height as Kylo, but you could see his muscles rippling underneath his clothing every time he moved. You look angrily at your master, but he ignores you and steps back. He and Knights watch carefully as Cardo lumbers toward you. You nervously adjust your grip on the training saber, your eyebrows knitting together with concern. Without a warning, Cardo swings his weapon toward you. You manage to block it with your own saber just in the nick of time, grunting as you push his very heavy and very real blade aside. His next move was quicker than lightning. His weapon twists in his hand and the flat side of the blade connects with your side, causing you to double over in pain and wince.

Kylo groans. "We don't have all day. Get it over with, Cardo. Best her."

Cardo nods at his master and pivots, his blade just barely missing your head as you leap out of the way. For whatever reason, Kylo's apparent lack of faith in your abilities seemed to fuel you. It made your blood boil and your hand tighten around your weapon. With a sudden burst of energy and aggression, you go flying at the large man. He reels back in surprise as you thrust and turn, managing to slip in little hits here and there when he wasn't able to block in time. You send your elbow crashing into his chest, before turning your body and sending a kick in between his shoulder blades. Cardo stumbles and whirls around, raising his weapon. What he didn't see was your hilt already flying towards his face. He spits blood onto the floor, baring his blood stained teeth at you. Now you had really pissed him off. Shit.

You were on the floor before you could even react, wheezing and gasping for air. He had swung his leg out, sending you sprawling and your back slamming down so hard that it knocked the air out of you. Your weapon was now laying several feet away from you and you felt as though you couldn't move anymore. You gasp in pain as Cardo's foot connects with your rib cage. It wasn't hard enough to break your ribs, but it would most definitely leave bruises. You roll onto your stomach, bringing one knee up and bracing yourself on your forearms. All of your energy was gone. You couldn't even stand. Kylo hadn't even said a word when his Knight had kicked you, but you could feel his anger and disappointment. Towards you.

Cardo spits blood on the ground next to you and scoffs. "Pathetic."

"Dismissed." Kylo waves them away and they silently leave the room. He turns to you as you slowly get to your knees. "What the hell was that? After all you've learned, he still managed to win in less than five minutes."

"Did you expect me to win?" You demand breathlessly.

"No. I expected you to draw out the fight. To tire him and strike." He reaches down for his lightsaber and your eyes widen in fear.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Get up." Kylo says darkly. "Now."

"K-Kylo?" Your voice comes out in an unwanted whimper. Did he expect you to fight him? Your thick plastic blade wouldn't last two seconds.

"Don't be stupid," his words sting as he sets his saber down and pulls a training saber into his gloved hand. Kylo twirls the weapon impressively and with a single breath, launches himself towards you.

His strength was so surprising that you didn't stand a chance. Especially not after you had just gotten beaten down. His blade clashes against yours as it slams down repeatedly. You manage to block and put your weight forward. Unfortunately for you, he was much bigger and stronger. Kylo leans in, his blade pressing down and bending you backwards slowly. His knees press into your lower-thighs, forcing you backwards with the weight of his weapon. Then an idea pops into your head. You drop to the floor and roll to the side, sending Kylo stumbling forward at least a few steps. Your foot connects with the back of his knee and he falls to the ground. In a desperate attempt to get him down for good, you throw your weapon aside and decide to tackle him.

Kylo rolls over with ease, slamming your back against the ground once more and pinning your wrists over your head with just one hand. His other hand extends behind him and you scream as his lightsaber flies towards him, activating in his hand as he brings it down to your neck. The heat radiates on your skin as tears spill from your eyes.

"You're weak!" He roars. "Look at you crumbling beneath me. You were so eager to die but now that you look death in the face, you plead for your life. One stroke and you would be dead. One."

You tried to rip your hands from his grasp, but it was no use. A sob escapes your lips as the crackling red blade nears your throat. "I-I'm sorry! I'll do better, I swear. I'll train harder! I'll do what you want me to do!"

Kylo's lightsaber turns off with a rushing sound and he sets it down. His leather hand grazes your face, wiping away your tears. "You're pledging your loyalty to the First Order and only to the First Order. To me. And you won't question me. You'll obey my commands and take your place beside me."

Your eyes roam over the mask hovering above your face. This would change your life for good. "Y-Yes."

He chuckles, his thumb sliding across your lower lip. "That's my girl. My Butterfly."

"Please," you whisper. "Don't call me that. It-It hurts."

"I'll call you what I please, little pet. Stop crying." His voice was gentle. It sounded so... genuine. "Perhaps it's time for you to build a lightsaber."

Kylo rises and extends a hand towards you. You were hesitant at first, but slowly you reached up to take it. His hand grazes the small of your back as you walk past him. You swallow the lump in your throat, forcing back your tears and you hurry out of the training room. My Butterfly.