A Forced Dyad

Alone

AN: I don't know about this chapter... may come back and rewrite it ... we'll see haha

TW: general violence, choking, assault, being restrained, Slapping, Dubious consent

You woke up to mechanical shuffling,
"Good morning Madam Galos," C7 said in a bright voice. You ripped off your mask, secretly hoping to see Commander Ren still on the couch. As your eyes adjusted to the artificial light, you were disappointed to find there was no trace of the Commander Ren. Not a blanket or pillow out of place in the space. The room looked so perfect. Almost as if no one lived there at all. You thought of your cozy room back home. Your eclectic decorating and warm atmosphere. You screamed for that warmth now. You thought hard trying to feel the Commander's energy like you had before-

"Please eat, you will need your strength for training," C7 brought you back to reality.

He wasn't there. More disappointment. Partially because you were curious about the Commander, but partially with yourself. It felt wrong to crave information-- maybe even attention -- from him.

But C7 was right you needed to eat. You hadn't eaten a thing since you were forcibly yanked from your bed over 36 hours ago. With that thought, you were back in your head again thinking about how different your life already was in only 36 hours. You thought about if your friends missed you. "Had they even noticed I was gone?" Their faces flashed through your mind as you shoved toast into your face like a ravenous barghest.
You thought of Edrasi first.
Your strong willed older sister and roommate, who had practically raised you after your parents decided kids weren't really their thing. Suddenly Regretting every bender you'd stayed out on, making her worry for you. You wondered if she thought you were just out partying. You wondered if she even was worried at all....
"Dostoga..."
His name echoed through your mind like something forbidden. You thought about his deep golden brown eyes and soft olive skin. Dostoga, your life long crush. He played drums for the band you worked with and he was always there for you no matter what.
"Will he know I've been taken?"
You'd recently expressed discontentment with the business in Canto Bight, and now that you seemingly have disappeared, you prayed he didn't think you just ran away without so much as a goodbye.
You thought about the shows you were missing and almost smiled thinking of not having to entertain any intergalactic creeps. Just as you had let the thought enter your mind a new one took its place:
"What if it's worse here?"
That man with the storm troopers had made some very suggestive threats and Commander Ren physically assaulted you, then called you "slut," instead of apolozing.
You started spiraling. You couldn't hold it back any longer. The panic flooded your mind and brought tears to your eyes. You were in an unfamiliar place, with men you didn't know, trapped in some ego-maniac's apartment, no way to contact anyone, and you were alone.

"But you're not alone," a modulated voice cut through the room.

You had been so wrapped in your own thoughts you hadn't heard, or even felt, the commander enter the room. You turned to see him standing eerily still. His mask hiding any signs of humanity. You didn't say anything, just tried to reach him with your mind. Connect to his thoughts and feelings like he could with yours. You felt the cold, annoyance, and then nothing. He didn't want to let you in.

"Even with you here, I still feel alone." You said defiantly and walked towards the refresher. Just as you got to the doorway, you felt something.

Sadness. Deep, immense, sadness.

You turned to see the commander had not moved. He was different though. You just stared for a few moments before the sadness receded like the tides of a mysterious sea.

"Please get dressed. I'd like to begin your training as soon as possible. The Knights will escort you when you're ready" He said rigidly then marched out of the room just as quickly as he appeared. Once you heard the door shut, you really felt it.
Now, you were alone.
Your head was swimming with all the confusing emotion and mixed signals from the Commander. You decided you couldn't sit and dwell or you'd fall apart. So, you got to work freshening up and putting on something suitable for this mysterious "training," - You braided your hair into two long twin braids, pulled on a pair of thick black leggings, black sports bra, and a black asymmetrical crop top. You felt something more desirable this time. That pride. Confidence. The feeling that you would make it out of this.