Give Me Everything

Chapter Three

You are shot into consciousness as you feel your back touch a cold, metallic surface. Your light blue eyes pop open, blurry at first as they take in your surroundings. The first thing you notice is that you are incapable of moving. Looking down at yourself, you find that you are laid across a long metal platform, bound by large, iron bars across your chest, midriff, and knees, and cuffs bonding your wrists and ankles to the platform as well. You are suspended at a 45 degree angle, slightly leaned back. You test the tightness of the restrains, but they are solid and nearly suffocating. You survey the room, turning your head. It seems to be small room aboard a ship. Perhaps a systems room, you consider, judging by the diagnostics skittering across the red and blue screens. Where am I? You ask yourself: your brain cloudy and dim. Who would want to take me-?
Your thoughts are interrupted by a low voice in your right ear.
"Enjoyed your rest?"
If you could have jumped, you would have leapt at least 2 feet in the air. You jolt and whip your head, met face to face with a large, black, steel mask. Then the memories come flooding back. The battle, Rey's secret, how he had chased you into the forest and forced you to collapse into his arms...
"Commander Ren." You growl, hatred coursing through your veins.
"Addressing me by my title? Good. An easy and respectful one." Comes the deep, cocky reply. You feel your cheeks heat up in fury.
"I'd rather be dead than be perceived as respectful to you, you narcissistic piece of shit." You spit, tipping your chin up defiantly.
Your mistake. Before you can even take a breath, a leather gloved hand is wrapped tightly around your windpipe, crushing it, leaving you gagging and gasping for air.
"I think that can be arranged." Hums the deep voice in your ear. Your vision starts to fade, your lungs desperately trying to contract. You try to kick your legs, or wave your hands, but they are bound down tightly. Just as black spots speckle your vision, he releases his grip, leaving air to rush harshly back into your lungs. You gasp, your chest heaving for over a minute, your throat burning in pain.
"Now that we've established how this works, I think you know why you're here." The dark commander begins, pacing tight circles around where you lay.
You say nothing, and look straight ahead.
"You know where that girl is hiding the map to Skywalker."
He pauses to turn toward you.
"I want it."
You feign confusion. "I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about." You cock your head convincingly.
"Don't play dumb with me, girl." He sneers, stepping closer to your prone form.
"I saw it."
You shake your head. "I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me. I suffer from mild hearing loss, and it is very difficult for me to hear you when your voice is all muffled like that." You try not to look smug at your response.
"Perhaps you could try changing your audio interface settings." You continue haughtily.
He does nothing but stare at you from behind the cold metal mask for a long moment, before he reaches up both of his hands to the sides of the helmet. You hear a click, then a hiss. He ducks his head, and you cringe, not particularly wanting to see what awful creature lies underneath. In one swift motion, he raises his head again, and stands upright. Your jaw falls open.
Standing in front of you is neither a horrendous beast, nor a crippled creature. Instead, you are faced with quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever laid eyes upon. Dark waves of hair frame his face, and scoop down to the nape of his neck, parted perfectly, and framing his symmetrical face. His skin is pale and scarred, his jawline chiseled, his face structure sculpted as if by an artist. His pink lips were slightly pursed, making them appear fuller than they already seemed. A protruding nose set his facial features, and above that, honey colored eyes. Your heart did a flip when you looked into his eyes. They were so dark, but so deep. Their brown color was tinged with gold: the mark of the Sith. And he stares right back at you with those same cold, deep eyes.
"How about now." He asks in a dangerously low and clear voice, clearly losing patience. He slams his helmet down on a  nearby table, rattling the dust on it. If he had noticed your awestruck expression, he did a good job of hiding it.
"I'll only repeat myself once more." He says with no hint of expression on his attractive features.
"I want. The map. To Skywalker. And for your sake, I suggest you cooperate and give it to me."
You consider this for a moment, but then remind yourself that you had vowed  never to make an irrational decision out of fear. You look him straight in the eyes and hiss,
"I'm not giving you anything."
He looks enraged for a split second before it turns to resolve. He leans in closer to you, never breaking his eyes away from yours as he whispers,
"We'll see."
Chills race down your spine as he extends his hand again, and a whine of protest escapes you. Intense pressure begins to pulse through your head. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, and you curl your fists in pain. The commanders dark gaze is intense as his hand trembles before you, open, invading your mind and thoughts. You seethe, the pressure pounding, and becoming unbearable as you try to keep your thoughts on anything but what he wanted. You felt as though the tissue in your brain was being ripped in half. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself not to give in, before a searing, sharp pain spears through your head and down your spine. Your body turns to jello, you feel your nerves fry. You relinquish your thoughts to him, tears pooling at your eyes. Suddenly the pressure vanishes, leaving your body shaking, the blood rushing in your ears.
"Inside a BB unit." Comes a thoughtful murmur. You open your eyes to see a smug expression on Kylo Rens face.
"You really don't know where skywalker is." He states, straightening his back and shoulders. You wish you had the energy to find something to stab him with. Of course you didn't know where Skywalker was!
The commander steps close to you again, reaching forward, making you flinch. The warm gloves hand gently cups your chin, forcing it up to look him in the eyes.
"There" he purrs. "Was that so hard?" He mocks your trembling body with his gentle touch. If you had the energy, you would bite his finger off. For now, you simply gave him a glare that told him exactly what you thought about him.
"Fine." You croak, your voice horse now. "You know what I know, now let me go." You demand with as much power in your voice as you can muster. You hear him chuckle darkly, a sound that sprouts goosebumps along your arms.
"Oh no, I'll need more out of you tomorrow." He smirks at you.
"No!" You yell in protest.
Without a word, he picks up his helmet, sets it back atop his head, pivots quickly, and glides out of the room, leaving the doors to hiss and lock behind him. You now lay suspended on your back in the dark room: exhausted, hungry, and very afraid of what sort of hell the next 24 hours will bring.