General Hux x Reader One-Shots

Then There Was Nothing

Warnings: Military Interrogation/Torture

Summary: While captured and interrogated in the belly of the Finalizer, you and Hux learn something dangerous about each other. 

----  

The interrogation room reeked with the acrid scent of dirt and blood. Yours or others, it didn't matter. It all ran the same color. Grates dropped from ceiling to floor around the circular room except the minuscule exit taunting you in your direct vision.

Thick metal clasps fastened your arms and legs to the chair. A chunky fabric weaved around your torso, wrapping over your stomach, all the way to your neck, locking you down. Prickly needles wobbled menacingly beside your head. You could only see the metal probes from the corner of your eye, but they buzzed with electricity and the promise of excruciating pain. It was enough to dry your throat and numb your limbs.

Directly ahead of you, a table of various devices sat taunting you, pledging your pain. Beside the door, two faceless stormtroopers guarded the exit, guns half-raised. Their emotions were unreadable through the oversized helmets but the tension in their shoulders revealed their uncertainty.

You were no novice to torture as a Resistance spy, though this felt different than the multitude of previous incidents. The Finalizer was a pure-bred war vessel. From your intel, you understood that you lay captured in the belly of the beast with the First Order's most ruthless General. The very man you'd been hunting. And he somehow got to your first.

After months of evading, he'd finally captured you. A stint on Coruscant and a stop in Arkanis put you on his radar like a bug to light. You'd been careless, not properly covering your tracks. But something in you wanted him to discover your tirade through the Unknown Regions.

General Hux now stood before you, tall and menacing. His arms clasped behind his back with feet shoulder width apart. He looked every bit the terrifying dictator he was fabled to be. Dark black clothing from head to foot made his pale skin and bright hair pop. Most remarkable of all was the electric blue in his eyes, complimented with deep bags underneath.

A striking pain struck your side and you hissed between your teeth. It ripped through you like lightning. The ripple split down your spine and coursed through your legs before settling once more.

"I've yet to shock you," He cocked his head, eyes sparkling with malice, "Are you so terrified you created your own pain?"

You shook your head slowly, tasting the blood dripping from the cut on your temple. The metal pricking devices scraped your forehead as you moved, tickling you with miniscule shocks.

This unknown pain wasn't the agony of electrocution. This was something different. Electrical shocks came in bursts of pain followed by nothing. This pain lingered and seeped into your bloodstream like a parasitic force.

"I knew you were a ginger," You glanced his from from his boots up to his shock of red hair, "but I didn't realize how jarring you actually look."

Jarring wasn't the correct word, but you wanted to get a rise out of this man; discover what made his pulse race and breathing stagger. Everybody had something, you just needed to unearth his.

"Insulting my physical appearance will do you little favors," Hux stepped forward, towering over you in your chair. His hair fell out of place, dropping into his eyes. He looked erratic, unrestrained. "Will you talk willingly?"

"No," You spit with no hesitation. Heaving against the constraints, you growled as the material circling your chest dug deeper into you. It sunk deep in the skin forming searing, irritating slits.