Strange Love [Kylo Ren AU]

Seven: Iniquity

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[The Princess impresses me every day. At first, I was convinced that I was biased in my appreciation for her, but as time progresses, I realize how many natural skills she has. She has never been taught besides what I provide her, yet she is intelligent. It is a shame that she is to be brought up this way. I often wonder what her potential is and how great she could be if she weren't an orphan...]

-B.H. (Brendol Hux)

(Warnings: Violence/descriptions of injuries.)

    This is the way.

    The Mandalorian's gloved hand outstretched towards you was more than just an offer to assist you in stepping out of bed and into his arms. It was the promise of something more: freedom.

It was difficult for you to wrap your head around what he was saying. You hardly knew him. How were you to trust him with such a path-altering promise?

    His honest eyes as he stared up at you were indicators that you didn't have to live in servitude forever. There was more out there. There was a chance for you to live your own life, not at anyone else's hands.

    This could be your only chance.   

    Right?

Did you want it?

You thought of Sir Ren. The man who owned you.

Quick flashes of memories spun around in your mind: when he snuck down to the dungeons when you first met him, and he fed you bread by hand, when he bought you from Hux and whispered for you to be good for him, the first time he was inside of you, the first time that you kissed him...

He was the man you were told scary stories about before bed, ones that kept you up at night. When you committed a sin, you would shut your eyes, and you'd see the red eyes of Sir Kylo Ren staring back at you, ready to destroy you for disobeying the Empire.

A part of you would always see him that way. A ruthless, cruel being. Hardly human. A monster.

You also saw him as your hero. Kylo took you away from the estate you'd been locked in for so long. He kept you on a leash to keep you safe and kissed your skin when no one was looking. He called you his dove and made you feel like you were truly taken care of for the first time in your life.