Rebel with a Cause √

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Cold.

It feels cold.

Wake up

Wake up

You sharply gasp in pain as you push your whole body up.

But you can't.

Your head spins, and the florescent light above seems to blind you, you go to cover your eyes with your hands, but your can't.

Your hands and ankles are in tight restraints.

You growl in frustration as you wiggle your wrists in attempt to free them, but you can't, the binds are too tight.

You hear the mechanical door slide open behind you.

"Ah, comfortable?" You hear a voice ask from behind you.

You hold your tongue, you recognize this voice.

Supreme Leader Ren.

You look at man now standing in front of you.

You want to push into his mind again, open the very wounds that sting the most, his own weaknesses, see how they bleed.

But you don't, you know better.

Although your not in his mind, now that your new found sense has awoke, you were so much more attentive and sensitive to your surroundings.

You could feel it, he was afraid. Of you? You weren't sure.

But the thought of his fear gave a sense of pleasure to you, and you almost grinned.

But then your remembered, monsters are most dangerous when they're afraid.

Everything about him screamed darkness, hate, madness, from his black hair. His black eyes.

But now up close, his eyes were just brown.

Something deep inside you wanted to feel pitty for him.

After all, monsters are made. We'll never really know who Ben Solo was supposed to be.

"Not really." You answer truthfully, for once.

He makes noise that sounds like a laugh, but it's just a hollow, empty, unfeeling sound.

It makes your skin crawl.

"I can't seem to get out of you, who you really are. Where your come from. But I've decided. You impenetrable mind. Your strength, it's most desirable in a time like this. It can be used...molded." The way he's says it, like he's already seen your whole life play out in front of him.

His words make your stomach lurch. Your own words seem to repeat in your head.

Monsters are made

Monsters are...molded?

Would he make you kill? How deep were you willing to go into all of this? Would it be your fault if the Resistance met it's downfall for good?

Would he make you a monster too?

Kylo glances in your direction, like he expects you to say something. But you keep your lips sealed tightly, and eyes to the floor. He walks behind you once more and opens the door,

"Escort the prisoner to her new chambers immediately." He says to the troopers waiting outside.

You don't dare trying anything, you were in hot water, one wrong move and, it would boil.