A Forced Dyad

Cold

AN: Hi, just writing this for a good time: I've read enough Fan Fiction yet the void in my soul is not filled so I thought I'd write my own. So let's have fun on this smutty journey !

I gave the character a name cause many of my mates say they don't like "y/n" but it's still in first person! I also gave her a specific hair color cause it's just something you don't often see in female star wars characters, but everything else about her appearance I hope you can see as yourself ! Let me know what you think,
Cheers X.O.

***TW: Violence, Blood, Guns, Choking, Name Calling, Dubious Consent

"Wake up-"-
You felt hot pain run down the left side of your jaw. Someone just hit you. Hard.
"Wake up-"
Your eyes flew open just in time to stop the storm trooper's white armored hand inches from your cheek.
Taking in deep and panicked breathes, you digested the space. Cold black fiberglass walls surrounded you on all sides, an even colder concrete floor below your crumpled form.
"Where am I?" You croaked. Your throat burned for water.
No answer came.
There were four storm troopers in the room. The one in front of you stepped back in stiff submission, but the other three kept their blasters trained on you. A pale red-headed man with a piercing gaze stepped from the shadows.
He stared at you with those burning eyes. You could feel him. In Stark contrast to this prison cell he was fiery and lustful. It was uncomfortable heat. You inched away involuntarily as he slowly glided towards you, a grin creeping along his lips.
He hissed "So Glad you're awake, Galos, I'm a big fan."
Your name coming from his lips felt like another smack. He was on top of you now, grabbing a fistful of your long silvery-white hair. He pulled your head back sending throbbing pain through your scalp. "Welcome to the Finalizer. I can't wait to see what the commander has in store for you. Of course, if you fail they'll release you to me, and then we'll have some real fun." With that he threw you back to the cold floor. "Get her cleaned up. The Commander will be here in an hour," he barked at the storm troopers as exited the room.
Still in shock you looked around the room at the four troopers left with you.
Just hours ago you'd been working the club circuit of Canto Bight. Name in lights, one of the most sought after night club entertainers, and now you were being pushed around by First Order slime. How the hell did you get here? You were trying to put the puzzle together when one of the troopers modulated voices cut through the silence.
"Please get up, we don't wanna have to do this the hard way," It was the same trooper who'd hit you. Something swept through you. It was anger but it was something else. You felt your power come alive within you. You flicked a hand through the air, "Do you know who I am?" You whispered threateningly, and sent the trooper flying back into the wall. The other three went into action. You were too weak to take on so many at once. After a brief struggle they had your hands behind your back locked tightly and a blaster pointed between your shoulder blades. The trooper who'd been thrown approached you and nodded, "Of course I know who you are, I just don't care" he said as they marched you out of the room and into a long hallway.
You tried in vain to get answers.
"Why am I here?"
"What does the commander want with me?"
"Where are we going?"
They finally marched you to a corridor guarded by men in all black with ridiculously horrific weapons. You recognized them as the Knights of Ren. Fear gripped your insides. You tried to stop walking. You called to your powers. Nothing. You were still being pressed towards them.
"Are you gonna k-kill me?"
Silence.
Foot falls.
You marched right passed them.
The corridor you were in now was more elegant somehow. The energy there was still. Soft and gentle in a way, but you felt a darkness there. Something hurt and angry within the confines of this space. It was different than other parts of the ship but still cold. You were being led into one of the living quarters of the Finalizer. You halted at a matte black door with a little red keypad next to it. The main trooper typed in a key code and up the door went with a *whoosh*. Vast shining black chrome and windows peering out into the dark expanse of space. Black and red velvety carpeting and furniture mixed with cold metal and marble. "Damn, this is luxury," you thought. You must be in an area for someone pretty high ranking... and That's when it all hit you. You were in Commander Kylo Ren's living quarters.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Was all you could think. You heard this guy was an emo loose cannon, who may not even be human under his darth-vader fan boy mask. You were lead to a refresher, and then shockingly, they released you. A little Droid appeared from around a corner:
"Hello Madam, I'm C7-009 and I'm here to assist you in preparing for your first meeting with the commander," they said in a chipper little voice. "How shall I address you, miss?"
"My name is Iripa Galos, but you can call me Galos. Nice to meet you, can I call you C7?"
"That will be satisfactory, Madam Galos."
You couldn't help but Giggle at this little dinky robot zipping around you in this luxurious room. They were definitely a sight for sore eyes after your rough awakening. They were a little bit of warmth. C7 helped you into a nice hot shower, put bakta gel on your injuries, brushed and fixed your hair into an elegant braid down your back, and led you to vast closet at the other end of the refresher.
"Your clothing is on the left side, Madam Galos. After you are dressed meet me in the sitting room,"
"Wait, C7! Can you tell me why I'm doing all this? Why I'm meeting the commander?"
"I am not authorized to release much information. Please get dressed he will arrive soon."
And with that they were out of the room.
You looked at your options. All black, all exactly your size, all some kind of wierd mix of tactical and sexy. You pulled on a long black turtle-necked dress that hugged your body in all the right ways. A long slit ran all the way up to you hip. You peeped yourself in the mirror and felt the power within you stir. Your white hair seemed to almost glow against all the darkness. You looked hot.
You were still scared but the confidence within you was starting to make an appearance.
"Fuck this emo commander, who the hell does he think he is," you said to yourself trying to bribe the fear to stay contained with a chuckle. As the words fell from your lips you felt something. You felt it so strong you thought you maybe heard it or saw it, but no, you were still looking at yourself in the mirror.
You were no longer alone.
Someone was coming.
You hurried into the sitting area where C7 was waiting.
"Please sit Madam Galos," You sat submissively on a black couch facing the door you'd came through. "the commander will be with you shortly," their voice sounded scared somehow. They disappeared into a small panel in the wall and you were alone. Except you weren't, that feeling was growing. The anger you felt when you first entered this place. The cold. You were shivering. The keypad beeped, the door flew open and a huge dark figure stood glaring at you.
You gasped slightly.
You couldn't help yourself.
"Holy fuck, He's huge," you thought. 
You couldn't stop shaking so you focused on trying to make your face neutral and unafraid. He started towards you with intense purpose until he was standing in front of you. You felt him looking at you. You couldn't see his eyes but you wondered if he was taking you in like you had yourself only a few minutes ago. He motioned for you to stand. You rose to only be eye level with his chest. He bent so he was eye level with you. You scanned his mask, emo or not, it worked. It was intimidating.
"Iripa Galos, famous singer of Canto Bight. What a pleasure it is to have your company this evening. My name is Commander Kylo Ren. You will address me as such," his voice modulator cracked like lightning in your ears.
You hadn't been this scared in years. You tried to speak but your mouth just hung agape. Staring into the reflective eye slit in the helmet you saw your own face. Something within you snapped. You hated being made to feel powerless.
"Why the fuck am I here?" You spat. The venom of your tone shocking even you. He put a leather gloved hand into the air and you felt a pressure around your throat. Your feet lifted from the ground. Your heart was racing. It hurt, but you felt... excited? He choked you, moved you without ever laying a finger on you. It was like your powers. You had  never seen anyone else do anything close.  Your excitement wained as You realized from the growing pressure, he was stronger than you. Was this why you were here? You were pulled from your thoughts as he stepped even closer to you.
He got so close to your ear you thought you might even be able to feel breath on your cheek. "That's no way to talk to your commander. You will address me with respect. Let's try that again," he dropped his hand and returned to his previous position. You crumpled to the floor. It all happened so fast you couldn't tell if it happened at all. You gazed up at him from the floor. Still feeling the rush of standing up to him and wanting test him you mockingly quiped:
"Will you please tell me why am I here, Commander?"
It was his hand this time. Cold leather around your neck. Squeezing. Pulling you back to your feet and then pressing you down into the couch behind you.
"Do you have a death wish, Galos?" He said through gritted teeth. He was towering over you. He pressed his elbow to your chest, effectively pinning you to the couch. You felt it again, excitement, maybe even arousal. It felt like it wasn't just you. Were you feeling him? Your mind raced. You felt a warmth flood your body. "Why am I enjoying this?" Echoed through your mind.
"Because you're a slut." He spoke halting your thoughts.
"What?" You choked.
He released you but stayed standing over you on the couch.
"You like it, because you're a slut."
You could bearly croak the "what," - How could he have heard you? You definitely didn't say that outloud.
"I don't understand. How did you choke me with out your hands? How can you hear me? Is that why I'm here- because of my powers?" It all came pouring out of you.
He chuckled.
"Your 'powers,' are the force, you imbecile."
He turned away from you walked towards the refresher. "We'll start your training tomorrow."
Just as you opened your mouth to asks for more answers:
"I'll give you more answers if you're a good girl for me, slut." His directly sexual tone made you blush hard. You were glad he couldn't see you.
"I thought you were all about respect, commander-" you called after him.
He didn't answer, just turned on the shower in the refresher. You heard the seal of his helmet hiss and you knew he must have taken it off.
C7 appeared again out of their little panel.
"Madam Galos, you are not authotized to see the commander with out his helmet. Please put on this mask,"
C7 extended a black satin sleep mask and a little set of black silk pajamas to you.
"C7 thank you, but I'm not putting this-"
Before you could finish the sentence you heard him. Not out loud, but in your head. "Put the mask on or you'll regret it, I promise you."
His words sent a chill up your spine. You took the mask and pajamas and walked to the large bed in the room. You changed quickly and sat down on the most comfortable bed you'd ever felt. "Beats sleeping in any resort in Canto Bight," you thought. Then your blood ran cold. There was only one bed. You didn't know if you were scared or excited to feel this man lay next to you.
"C7, Is the commander sleeping in the same bed as me?"
Before C7 could answer, he was in your head again: "not tonight. Now, put on your mask." - C7 began to answer but you weren't actually listening anymore. You were satisfied with his wierd psychic answer. You felt this odd sense of comfort in his tone. You wanted more answers to bigger questions than the sleeping arrangements but knowing no more would be given this evening you dicided to roll with the punches. No more fighting... at least for tonight. You pulled the mask over your eyes and heard the shower turn off. Eventually, you heard him exit the refresher and settle onto the couch as you drifted into deep sleep.