The Last Jedi fan-fiction (Name under construction)

Chapter Five.

Raia's Point of View.

Several days past and she had been visited by the Storm Troopers and General Hux several times. Each time she was left with several more bruises and twice that many fresh wounds. And each time, after they had all left, she would be visited by Kylo Ren. She almost dreaded it more when he visited as he never said a word now. He just sat there and stared at her, helmet off and to the side each time.

She sighed as the door closed after her most recent visit from Hux and the Troopers. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, spitting out more blood from her mouth as that was all she could taste nowadays. She was close to breaking, having nothing left to give she was that close to her breaking point. She let out a breath as the door opened once more and she opened her eyes as she watched the shadow across the floor move towards the seat opposite her now.

"I'm not going to talk," she said in a small voice, giving a cough before she looked up and towards Kylo Ren as he sat down, helmet off and to the side as he had done the previous times he had visited her.

"I know," he said simply, leaning back in the chair, almost lounging in the seat and resting his chin in his hand. He stared at her now, meeting her tired eyes as she looked at him. She eventually looked away from him, unable to keep her head there for much longer as she closed her eyes and rested her head back.

"You are tired," he stated as he looked at her and she almost snorted at his comment.

"No. I'm as awake as I've ever been," she said her tone sarcastic as she slowly opened her eyes and looked towards him now. He looked at her in return, watching her as she leant back in the confines of her metal bed. He tilted his head some as he looked at her before he moved to sit forward and she flinched.

"I'm not going to touch you if that's what you are afraid of," he said to her, leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his knees and his hands clasped together under his chin.

"No. I wasn't," she replied as she looked away from him now, closing her eyes once more.

"Since you seem so hell bent on not giving us any information...Will you at the very least tell me your name?" he asked her and she glanced towards him now, her eyes narrowing once more.

"Why?" she asked him as she met his gaze. She watched him as he looked at her and she flinched back as he stood up once more and stepped towards her.

"Because I would like to know the name of the woman who is so determined to die here," he said simply to her and she narrowed her eyes before sighing and she looked away from him a moment.

"Raia..." She said in a quiet voice, almost in a whisper, after a while and he tilted his head.

"What was that?" he asked as he stepped forward and towards her, now standing right in front of her.

"My name is Raia," she said in a quiet voice still but loud enough for him to hear her.

He looked at her now, watching as she turned her head slowly towards him to look at him before she looked away once more, barely able to keep her head up as she sighed and closed her eyes. She was exhausted and she was sure it showed in everything she did. She sighed again before she jumped as she felt a hand, a bare hand, on her arm and her head snapped towards Kylo as he touched her arm.

She looked up at him again now, swallowing heavily as she felt her heart unconsciously quicken. She bit down on her lip, stopping that as she felt the stinging of her lip from the cuts. She cleared her throat before she met his eyes properly now and she watched as his hand slowly moved down her arm and towards her hand.

When he reached the cuff covering her wrist, she felt it loosen and then click as it came undone and, before she could realise what was happening, his hand was around hers and lifting it up slightly. The back of it was covered in old scars from previous fights she had been in and she felt his fingers move over them slightly. She held her breath as he lifted it up towards his face and she watched as he examined it carefully.

"The scars..." he said, looking at her hand carefully before he looked at her again. "What are they from?" he asked her and she did her best to keep from pulling her hand away from him.

"You don't need to know," she said through clenched teeth as she watched him.

"I think I already do know. They are from fights. Some you do not wish to talk about," he said and her eyes narrowed and she jerked her hand away from his but he tightened his grip on her hand.

"Get out...Of my head..." She said through clenched teeth once more and her eyes narrowed on him even more, causing him to wince slightly.

He was in her head. She could feel it and she didn't want him in there. She clenched her teeth before she looked at him, her eyes locking with his and she felt him stiffen. She glared at him now, the spark that he had seen when she had first been captured returning to her eyes as she held his gaze.