You lie awake on the soft red blanket, staring up at the metal ceiling through the bars of your enclosure with half closed eyes, wondering how long it will be until someone lets you out if this miserable dark room. It has been a few hours, judging by your internal clock, since Kylo Ren stormed out. It must be nearing midnight now. Wasn't this where he slept? Where was he? Your stomach grumbled. You couldn't remember the last time you had eaten. Your throat was dry and scratchy, and you couldn't help but wonder if these brutish people of the First Order would give you anything to drink, or if you would simply die here in this bizarre cage on the floor of his quarters. You perk up as you pick up the sound of heavy boots thumping across the floor. Your heart does a flip before the doors part, and in strolls the supreme leader. You shrink against the side of the cage walls, unsure why his presence unnerved you so much.
"Hello my little songbird." Purrs the Sith Lord, turning your ears pink.
"Don't call me that!" You growl, trying to sound authoritative.
He looks in your direction and stands there for a few moments before sliding off his helmet, setting it down with a thud on a black marble table at the edge of the room.
"I'll call you what I like" he retorts in the low, unmasked voice you have heard only once before. "Your thoughts are quite loud, little girl." He continues, sliding his fingers through his long dark hair, making your body tingle. "I understand that you want to get out?"
You twiddle your fingers nervously. You forget that he could read your thoughts. Damn him. You thought about refusing, letting him know that you would do nothing for him, but at the same time, your back was aching, your stomach was growling, and your limbs were begging to stretch. You nod silently.
The supreme leader lets his cloak drop from around his shoulders, revealing plain black robes. "Then you better behave." He growls, stepping closer to where you sit. Next to his lightsaber, there is a small pocket in his thick pants. He reaches into it and pulls out a small golden key. With a gloved hand, he slowly twists the key into the lock, releasing the metal door to swing open. You don't care if you look desperate. You crawl out and stand quickly, blood rushing to your head, making you dizzy. Your vision is patchy and white, and the pressure that pulses through your head is agonizing. You lose your balance and fall onto the soft bed, the headache subsiding and ebbing away. As your vision clears, you look up to see Kylo Ren standing over you. You swallow nervously, afraid he will be angry that you are sitting on his bed, but he says nothing. He just continues to look down at you. You clear your dry throat nervously, very uncomfortable physically and emotionally.
"I-can I have some water...please?" You add at the end for good measure. You force yourself to look up at him; and your eyes lock for a split second before he turns around, disappearing around a corner, leaving you even more confused. He emerges again carrying a small tray of water and a very tasty looking chicken dinner with a small soup on the side. Your eyes widen slightly, and you lean forward to inhale the aroma.
"If you agree to behave, then you may have this" he chides, a smirk playing at his lips.
Your senses overwhelm you, and you nod eagerly once again, glad to finally be out of the cramped space. He sets the tray next to you on the bed, and without a word, makes his way toward what you could only assume was the bathroom. You turned your attention to the food and devoured it. The bursting flavor made you close your eyes in bliss, and the soup warmed your whole body. You drank the water so fast that you weren't entirely convinced there was any in there to begin with. You sigh happily and lay back on the black silk duvet that covers the massive bed. You hear the shower water running, so you can safely assume that the supreme leader will not be out for a few minutes at least. You stretch out your legs and back until they quiver, thanking you for finally extending them to their fullest. You feel much better and clear headed now. You sit up and glance at the water cup provided for you. Without much thought, you take it, and walk in the direction of the bathroom. You are grateful to see that the sink is outside the bathroom, and you rush to the faucet, excited to fill it up with more to drink. Filling the cup to the top, you gulp it down, and set it back on the black marble counter, satisfied. In front of you mounted on the walk is a large, back-lit mirror. You examine yourself: you're a mess. Curls springing in every directions, dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep, and your skin patchy. You sigh and try to tame your hair when you notice something. The bathroom door is slightly ajar. Without thinking, you step forward to peek inside, and nearly drop your water cup. You can't peel your eyes away from Kylo Ren standing under the hot water, lathering soap onto his tense shoulders and back. His powerful frame was not at all exaggerated by any sort of shapewear in his clothing. He had broad, solid shoulders that sat atop a lean, toned, and very scarred back. His hair was dark, almost black, and plastered to his neck when it was wet, and you stood there, watching the water droplets drip off the ends of it. His large hands massaged the soap down his shoulders, and you gazed with a dropped jaw as the soap ran down his back...to his waist...down his hips...
You jolt away from the door. What were you doing?? Staring at the supreme leader as he washed himself?? You stumble back to sit on the edge of the bed as quickly as possible, still trying to process what you just witnessed. You curse yourself for looking. You shouldn't have been there. You shouldn't have peeked to see him and his incredibly large, muscular body, lathering soap up and down his-
Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear the water shut off. Your heart does a flip, and you look around anxiously for anything that you could pretend to be occupied with.
'I just need to keep my thoughts quiet.' You think to yourself, knowing that he can easily hear them if they are loud enough. Just then, he emerges from the bathroom, towel draped over his arm. Your face turns bright red, and you look away quickly. Kylo Ren stands a few feet away from where you sit on the bed, wearing dark cotton pants, and nothing else. Knowing you could not keep your thoughts down while looking at him shirtless, you wisely averted your gaze. Was it too late? Had he already heard? If he had, he didn't say anything.
Out the the corner of your eye, you saw him toss the towel into a laundry basket in the far corner of the room, and start toward the bed.
"Did you enjoy your meal, sweet songbird?" He murmurs, flipping the covers back, and climbing in at the head of the massive bed. You only half look at him as you nod quickly.
"Good," his deep voice sounds worn and tired.
"Now here is what you will do each morning and night." He begins, pulling the covers over himself in a sitting position.
"You will sit on the edge of this bed, and you will sing for me every night when I am going to sleep, and every morning when I wake up." He murmurs, placing his lightsaber on his bedside table.
You hold back a snort of laughter. He wanted you to sing for him?? Personally? Not even for the first order! A part of your heart softened in amusement. 'Awww the all powerful leader of the galaxy wants me to sing him to sleeeep' you giggled in your mind. Suddenly pain rips through your scalp. You yelp in shock and pain as the dark lord yanks down on your hair even harder. You clench your teeth in pain and let out a small whimper.
With a fistful of brown curls clenched in his hand, he sneers, "Have another thought like that, and I'll detach this head from your shoulders." He growls low, very close to your ear. He shoves your head away with a powerful push, rattling your head.
"Sing. Now." He commands. You don't dare look his direction, your head still throbbing from the pain. You quickly consider your options, coming to the conclusion that there is nothing else to do in this moment. You're tired. He is tired. You wring your hands nervously.
"Um, where do I sleep once I'm finished?" You ask quietly.
The supreme leader already has his eyes closed. "If you behave, the leather sofa over there" he gestures lazily with his hand, pointing to a sitting area near the window that overlooks the stars.
"And if you don't, the cage."
Chills run down your body in protest as your glance at your small metal prison that still lays on the floor near the entrance. You allow your mind to open to the the idea of singing, although it is very awkward.
"So..what would you like me to sing?" You ask, daring to look at him now that the covers are over most of his upper body.
There is a long pause as he lays motionless. You begin to wonder if he's fallen asleep already when you hear him simply reply, "something soft. Like what you sang last night."
You blink, realizing that he was listening to your voice last night. Watching you pour out your heart in song on that stage. He wanted that for himself so much that he felt the need to take it. To take you. A twinge of sympathy pangs in your heart as you clear your throat, and think for a moment about what to sing. A lullaby that you learned a long time ago comes to mind. You decide on it, inhale, and begin to softly sing. The acoustics are awful, and your voice was a bit hoarse at first, but you let yourself get lost in the sweet verses of the song, and the melodies seemed to swirl the dark room, lighting it up a little. As you finish the last note, you turn to the supreme leader and ask,
"Was that okay?"
No response. You lean over the bed a little to see the commanders sleeping form, dark lashes gently fluttering, pink lips slightly parted, fast asleep. Warmth spreads through your chest as a small smile plays at your lips. You sit watching his shoulders rise and fall softly before quietly creeping off the bed, yawning to yourself, grabbing the red blanket from the bottom of the cage and bringing it over to the leather sofa you were instructed to sleep on. You stretched out, and laid the blanket on top of you. You had very little time to think about what just happened, what your life is now, the strange nature of the ruthless, yet somehow vulnerable supreme leader, because the moment your head hit the soft silk pillow, you drifted into a deep deep sleep.
