His Pet: Armitage Hux X Reader

Chapter 4 The Troopers Condition

The trooper said nothing at all which is what she figured would happen. But she could a gaze on her which made her excited, hopeful that something was different afterall.

Taking a brave step despite feeling a bit nervous she looked up at him trying to study his helmet closer. She struggled to form a word.

"....why?"

Was all she could manage. But it was all she really had to say and to her surprise he shuffled a bit in place as if he was hesitating over something. Eager to get something, anything at all from them she nodded trying to coax a response from them.

"Bored?"

He said nothing again. But his breathing was a bit louder as if he wanted to talk but couldn't manage it. A small sound like a clearing throat came out which excited her hoping he'd say something.

Slowly he shuffled his weight again as if deliberating something before slowly beginning to move his hand up slowly. Fingers shook getting her attention, her eyes flashed to them almost a bit startled he was actually moving.

His hand slowly moved up towards her making her breathing stop almost scared and excited at the same time. It was slow and felt as if he yearned for something. In shyness her face went slightly pink not expecting such a tense and intimate moment from him.

Eyes going back up to him she looked into his not sure what else to do but acknowledge thie strange connection they seemed to have in such an isolated frightening place.

Calmly she reached her hand up to try to join his.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that stormtroopers are conditioned as children to obey orders and commands and become near flawless soldiers. It was not a perfect system and often lead to flaws sometimes wavering in strong willed people as they aged, minds trying to resist on instinct.

The man who had no name felt a pang almost like he wanted something he couldn't understand. Maybe a faint memory of a touch from a mother or sister he didn't remember anymore. Maybe a deep wish to leave this place. But it was wrong to think of, painful even like his body was trained to reject such thoughts.

But the desire to feel was too strong and he pushed past it too curious to see what it was or what it could mean, his gloved hand finally making contact with her face. For a moment everything felt warm and nice, something he didn't know was possible. And her eyes lit up as if she felt the same feeling of contact and bond. For a moment he was happy.

Then blind shutdown began programmed thoughts streamed through too strong to fight against and his mind became a black screen filled with confusing messages. For a moment it went white and the next his hand conditioned for violence and orders was on her throat.

She screamed hands quickly grabbing his, eyes filled with fear and confusion. It was disgusting. She was disgusting. A traitor to the First Order bent on breaking him as a tool for the rebellion. It hurt. Betraying the First Order hurt. Disgusting. Scum.

His voice hissed at her as his other arm came up to strike her down onto the floor where she belonged.

"SCUM!"

Her head hit the floor too stunned to catch herself as the trooper yelled and readied to attack her again. In a matter of moments the yelling brought on more troopers who saw him over the valuable prisoner. Tackling him down they dragged him back as he screamed like a rabid terrified dog. 

"SCUM!! WHORE!!"

She wailed silently in terror unable to do anything else feeling completely emotionally crushed as the bridge was instructed of damage done to the important prisoner.