Interrogating Hux , General Hux x Reader

Part 2- the deal

A guy I once knew had a saying 'Stay free, don't join'. I mean, he was a complete bastard who sold me out when he got the chance, but he had a point. I'd joined the Resistance to escape one bad situation and then jumped ship to the First Order and into an even worse one.

The view from the huge window in General Hux's chambers was lovely, I had to admit that. Nothing like deep space to make one contemplative. The monochromatic decor was also very nice, quite hard to pull off a shiny black floor but it worked. I'd grown a bit tired of the Resistance's tan and brown colour palette to be fair. Everything else about my circumstances, though, just highlighted that I seriously needed to address my impulse control issues and my attraction to spectacularly inappropriate men.

My arms and hands ached, the stun cuffs tight on my wrists. So while I had a nice view of Hux's rooms, I just wished it wasn't from being attached by chain to a hook in his ceiling. The only saving grace was that I was at least tall enough to stand without resorting to tiptoes or hanging from the hook slowly dislocating my shoulders. That would have decidedly made life much more painful. All in all though, this wasn't quite panning out like I had expected.

My naivety had been outstanding, I'd treated the leader of the battle forces of the First Order like a back country trader I could twist around my little finger with my sutry sex-goddess act, and I was very clearly paying for underestimating him.

As I had planned the Rebels had grudgingly allowed me, General Hux and his surviving crew to escape onto the First order shuttle that the Rebels had managed to capture. From that stage on, things had quickly escalated out of my control. The moment I had entered the ship I'd been placed in stun handcuffs, sat in the back corner of the shuttle and ignored except from the occasional surreptitious glances of his crew that didn't reach any higher than my shoulders.

The cloaked tracker, that I hidden in my ear and theoretically was supposed to have activated by now, stayed off because I couldn't reach it so I couldn't even redeem myself as a Resistance spy.

Hux somehow had managed to find a clean uniform so appeared immaculate just before we reached communications distance of the star destroyer Finalize. Seeing him in the full regalia of the First Order, hair slicked back and cuts cleaned just emphasised how shitty I looked in comparison in my brown strappy shift.

"Welcome back General, the Supreme Leader wishes you to attend to him in his throne room at your earliest convenience once you are aboard ship" the message from the Finalizer echoed through the small shuttle. Even from my position I could tell that Hux's face jad visibly paled when the message was relayed, pacing the small space, hands clasped behind his back.

On landing I yelped in pain as two stormtroopers pulled me roughly to my feet. Without warning Hux descended on me, like an angry black crow and gripped my arm like iron, putting his mouth to my ear.

"Do exactly as I say. Don't talk, don't even think, if you want to survive this. Understand?"

"Don't think about what?" I asked quietly. It was disconcerting to see a man who wasn't afraid of torture quail at meeting his own leader.

"Anything, don't think about anything" his expression suggested he was deadly serious, and although I knew I couldn't trust him as far as I could throw him, I'd heard worse about Kylo. Rey had told us on her return to the Resistance that he'd killed Snoke so he must have assumed the leadership, and while she seemed to be convinced of his essential good nature, Hux's behaviour suggested otherwise. Seriously, what the fuck had i been thinking with this stupid plan? Promising myself that if by some luck I survived I would run to the Outer Rim and marry a nice farmer, I let myself by walked off the ship, trailing in Hux's wake as he stalked through the gigantic hanger.