Your vision is blurry as you try to open your eyes. You slowly lift your body, stretching your back. You run a finger through your now messy hair, wondering what kind of party you were at last night to wake up feeling like this-
Your eyes snap open. Bars. You are surrounded by black, metal bars. Your heart stops as you sit up quickly to take in your surroundings. You are sitting on a soft red blanket, in some kind of cell. If you didn't know any better, it would seem like you were...in a cage. You begin breathing heavily, anxiety clawing at your chest. You grip the bars and look out into the room. It is a dark room with sleek black surfaces, a massive black bed, and a huge rim-lit window that showcase the beautiful stars whooshing by.
You stop. Stars whooshing by??? As in, you're in a ship??
Then the memories come flooding back. The ballroom, Mistalyn, the supreme leader...
Bile rises in your throat as you grip the bars harder, and scream.
"Let me out!!! Someone help me!!!"
"They can't hear you little songbird." Rumbles a low voice from behind you.
You gasp, and whip your head around, nearly smacking it against the metal bars. Looming over the cage that surrounds you stands the tall large frame of the supreme leader. You are forced to look up at him from where you sit. Hatred courses through your veins.
"What have you done with Mistalyn!" You demand, your icy eyes fiery with fury.
The supreme leader cocks his head to one side, not seeming to follow your question.
You make an exasperated noise before you shout,
"You asked to speak with her! And then scared her to death, and then took me here!" You feel your cheeks begin to burn with anger and hatred. "So where is she??"
A long moment passes before the distorted voice behind the helmet replies, "I have no interest in your booking agent."
Frustration and confusion at his short reply causes you to ball your fists and scoff. "Where is she then, oh mighty supreme leader?" You scrunch your nose in disgust.
"Perhaps I should get my little pets ears examined. You didn't seem to hear me the first time." He pauses, and steps closer, crouches down low to be at the same eye level as you sitting in the mini prison.
"I have no interest in her. Just you."
The last words send chills down your spine, silencing you for a moment.
He stands back up, his robes brushing against his toned legs as he does. He begins to pace, circling your small cage.
"I called your agent over to inform her that there is no longer a need for her to be your supervisor, booking agent, whatever you might call it. I made it clear that you now belong to and serve the First Order, and any future needs you have will be taken care of." Murmurs the soft crackling voice behind the mask.
Your eyes grow wide. Belong to the first order? He tried to...buy you from Mistalyn? You open your mouth to protest, but he speaks first.
"Needless to say, she was quite offended by the idea, and refused me." He turns to face you, his words dark with meaning, "never a wise decision."
You shake your head to clear it, you can't believe this is happening. "Ok ok hang on." You start, absolutely furious. "You mean to tell me you asked my agent, my best friend, If you could buy me for your fascist First Order so that I can...why do you want me for the first order?" You ask exasperated, not understanding why you need to be in the First Order at all.
"To sing." The Sith Lord states simply.
"To sing??" You shout, griping the metal bars so hard your knuckles turn white. "You do not have to make someone faint into your arms and kidnap them so they can sing for you!"
The supreme leaders voice remains monotone. "You would not have come willingly. What else was I to do?"
You roll your eyes in disbelief. "You. Can. HIRE. Me. That's how the world works, you disgusting excuse for a supreme leader!" You spit, "if you want a service, you pay for the experience, and you get the service! You can't just take what you want for free-"
You are cut off by you own gasp. You try to inhale, but it is blocked by the same unseen force. You cough and gasp for air, the dark lords massive hand outstretched, blocking your airways and making you very lightheaded. The air around you is tense and trembling.
"You know I can take whatever I want." He murmurs in that same soft voice. Your eyes grow wide, a blush spreading across your already purple cheeks.
With a dismissive flick of his hand, he releases the force hold on your throat, and you drop to your hands, coughing, gasping, and holding your aching throat.
"You're a monster." You whisper in a shaky, horse voice.
"For taking what I want?" He clarifies, still eye level with you.
You glare at him in response, not daring to speak again out of the fear he might regain his hold on your airways.
You hear a click and a hiss, causing you to look up, and then inhale sharply.
The supreme leader of the galaxy lifts the black heavy helmet up and away from his head, revealing his face. Your heart skips a beat. Long waves of shining dark brown hair fall softly around his ears and neck. His pale face is covered in small scars, bringing attention to the powerful bone structure and jawline. A protruding nose sets his face, along with seemingly well kept dark eyebrows that rest above his eyes. Oh his eyes. Deep brown, full of masked emotion and many deep feelings, and they look right at you. His lips are full and a captivating shade of reddish pink. You are awestruck by the...absolutely beautiful man in front of you. You remember too late that the Sith can get inside your head and hear your thoughts, because his beautiful features morph into a smirk, making your blue eyes even wider.
"Why would I pay to have you here for a night...when I could take you, and keep you here forever."
Your heart drops. His voice is clear now, low and and not so monotone as when the metal helmet was on.
"F-forever?" You whisper, with fear in your trembling voice.
He doesn't respond, only looking deeply into your eyes. Your heart stirs, confusion floods your brain. Should you be angry? Afraid? Why is your stomach fluttering like a flock of butterflies is in there? Why does he want you to sing here forever?
You break his stare, looking the other way, unable to focus on your thoughts while he looks at you. "I will never sing for you. I do not sing for people who force me to." You decide out loud, feeling your confidence and wit coming back. "Especially not for an egotistical, rotten excuse for a ruler of our galaxy." You cross your arms, your eyes daring him to deny it. His face grows hard. You can see his lips form a sneer.
"We'll see" he snarls in a whisper.
With that, he grabs his helmet, slams it back onto his head, and storms out of the room, letting the doors hiss closed behind him. Leaving you speechless, cold, and still trapped in Kylo Rens Quarters.
