Beyond These Stars

Fight

You groaned as the troopers shoved you into your tiny white-walled cell. You felt something crack in your side as you stumbled to the ground. Pain immediately shot through your ribs and you cried out. Your hands and feet were still shackled.

"IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY?" You spat.

"If Lord Ren says its necessary, then its necessary. Im not trying to get my neck snapped in half!" The stormtrooper retorted.

The cell door slammed behind you. Turning over on your butt, you let out a small whimper. Yep, something was definitely broken, or at least fractured. You leaned your head back against the cold tile and sighed. 

What was happening to you? Something happened in the interrogation room. When Ren had touched you, you had felt a strange power flow through your body. It was electric...dangerous. It begged you to reach out and touch it, but you were afraid. You had never experienced anything like that before , and it chilled you to your core, so you pulled away from its seduction. Not only had you felt this power, you were also able to read his thoughts...about himself, about his mission, about the force, about....you? No that couldnt be right. This man showed guilt or compassion for no one. There was no use in hoping for mercy. You would die here.

     For the next 4 days you lay on the cold tile. Twice a day, a trooper would bring you a cup of water and let you go to the refresher. Your body ached. You grew weaker and weaker every day. Dark bags circled your eyes, and your hair was frizzy and matted. Combs were not a commodity of Hotel Prisoner of the First Order. You felt horrible. Your ribs and hipbones stuck out and there were black and purple bruises all over your throat and jaw. Much obliged to Kylo Ren for that one. The wound on your shoulder from where the blaster had grazed you, was finally starting to scab. 

So unfortunately you wouldnt bleed to death before Ren got a chance to torture you some more. Great.

You had only slept for maybe 5 hours the whole  4 days you had been there. No bed, no blanket. You were freezing. Your dress was caked in blood and dirt, and the side was ripped all the way up to your thigh. 

"I smell worse than a bantha." you thought to yourself. You were utterly exhausted.

Suddenly the doors swung open and 2 stormtroopers stepped through and kicked you in the ribs. The pain from where you thought you had fractured it days ago, was now fresh and sharp. It took your breath away. You whimpered. 

"Get up scum! Lord Ren requests your presence in the Training Room."

The training room? Training for what?

You tried to stand but stumbled back to your knees clutching your side. Tears streamed down your face. You tried again, knowing that it would be much worse if you didnt obey Ren's orders.

You limped slowly as the troopers pushed you along. The door to the training room opened and you gasped as you looked inside. Six men in masks and black battle armor stood in the room. They all clutched various weapons that made your stomach turn at the sight. They were terrifying, but perhaps the most terrifying of all, was the man that stood in the middle of them. Kylo Ren. Just the sight of him struck fear through your body. You apparently couldnt hide your emotions because Ren snickered as the troopers stopped you in front of him.

"So full of fear." he mocked.

"Have you not given me a reason to be?" you replied shakily.

He ignored you and moved to the side of the room. It was a huge room. You would be lying if you said it wasnt beautiful. Six black marble pillars, at least 2 stories high, lined the length of the room, 3 on each side. Deep scarlet curtains at the north end were pulled back to display a view of the galaxy outside. Beautiful stars, big and small, twinkled in the vast expanse. You could see a few First Order battle ships off to the side. It was captivating, and for a moment, you forgot about your current situation. The floors matched the pillars except for hints of gold that was thread into the marble. You could see your reflection in it. Reminding you again, of how frail and weak you looked. It brought you back to reality.