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You're Welcome (Kylo Ren) - Part 2

You were surrounded by darkness; you couldn't see your hands that were in front of your face. This darkness felt cold and isolating, but at the same time, you felt something or someone lurking in that darkness. "Hello?" Your voice echoing around the abyss you were stuck in. You stretched out your arms out, hands grappling at the void in search of a wall or a door; anything, you just wanted to find a way out.

Your fingers brushed against something smooth and firm, it felt like it was wrapped in soft fabric. You pressed your palms into it, it seemed to radiate warmth. Whatever it was, it felt alive. You pulled your hands away from it, suddenly becoming fearful that someone was in this desolate place. Then you thought, 'What if they were lost too?' Cautiously you made your way back over to mysterious figure, hand stretched out once again.

"Who's there?" You asked meekly, almost cooing in order to keep it calm. You could feel the warmth slowly starting to grow again, when suddenly a red light sprung from its side. A lightsaber. You recoiled back in fear that the person would strike you with it, your breathing became frantic as you tried step back. You hadn't realized that your body was completely frozen in place, the figure continued to get closer and closer to you.

It raised the saber up and over its head, as if it were preparing to execute you. You screamed, swinging your arms in front of your face as if that would stop your eminent demise. What you did feel, was yourself falling. The red light was gone. You looked down and saw the ground. Out of the fryer and into the fire. Watching as the ground became closer and closer, hopelessness filled your body. Freezing to death in the icy tundra seemed better than this. Just as you were about to hit the ground, you snapped up.

There was an extremely bright light that surrounded everything. You could only see blurbs moving around over you. You felt prodding on your skin and in your mind. Was this heaven? Did you really die in the snow and this was the afterlife?

After what felt like an eternity, your eyes adjusted to the light. You were in a small room. You tried to lift your hands to rub your tired eyes, only to be yanked back into place. You were strapped down to a weird table-like bed. Panic raced all around your body as you continued to pull at your unmoving restraints.

The sound of a loud clank and the feeling of cool air rushing in from behind you. You whipped your head around, barely being able to see behind you. The thumping of heavy footsteps slowly crept toward you. You were helpless, but something inside of you made you feel calm. Taking a deep breath, gathering all the strength you could, you faced forward. Stopping yourself from shaking and biting down on your lip as you saw a black figure emerge from the corner of your eye.

The tall darkly clothed figure glided in front of you and sat down almost elegantly. Face covered by a strange mask. Their breathing sounded heavy and distorted. Dark glass covered their eyes, yet you could feel them burning through your soul. "Are you with the resistance?"

You refused to answer, a stone-cold face staring back at you. "I don't answer to weak men who hide behind masks." You answered honestly. You were a captain; you didn't take any shit from anybody. Especially from someone who refused to show their face.

The room stood silent; the air thick. A muffled chuckle came from the masked man, he wrapped his gloved hands around his helmet. A weird hissing sound erupted from it as he pulled it off.

His face.

His face was beautiful. Now that you actually had a good look at him, you noticed just how beautiful he looked. He was tall, broad... Well he was just a huge man. You had met many men throughout your lifetime, and none of them were as magnificently looking as the man in front of you. Biting the inside of your cheek, you let off a chuckle of your own, "You're just a boy."

A slight huff came from his nose. He bit his lip out of amusement. "Are you with the resistance?" He asked taking a step closer to you. You weren't sure why you refused to answer, you weren't on anyone's side. You were just a smuggler who's ship, and crew were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

You hadn't realized how close he had walked to you until his scent hit your nose. Old books and ash. "How did you find this base?" You ignored his question, taking in the warmth that radiated off of his body. It felt like the one that had comforted you while you were outside being taken in. For some reason you wanted to stay this way. His voice sounded so familiar for a complete stranger, have you met him before? You shook the thought out of your mind as he continued to question you.

 He had begun rambling; his questions were always the same. However, his attitude had begun to change from his indifferent behavior to one of frustration. How long was he planning on keeping you strapped into this table? If this were any different situation, you would've been into it, even with the threat of death on the line, you were still kind of into it. You wouldn't say it out loud, but you were.

Hot breath fanned against your ear, "You know I can take whatever I want." His lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. Your mind was racing, why did that turn you on so much? A stoic panned across your face; you wouldn't show how he affected you. Not your fear, not your anger, not your lust.

He took a step away from you, and you missed the feeling of his warmth. It felt homely. "Well, if you don't intend on giving us any information. We have no use for you."

Your breath hitched. He placed the mask back onto him as he reached onto his belt, grabbing out his lightsaber. Your breathing began to pick up. Red light washed over the room.

It was him. The mass from your dreams was him. It felt like your dream was being replayed as he slowly raised it above his head, getting ready to strike you down. A weird movement of energy soared through you. A scream ripped through your lungs as he swung down.

Part 3 coming soon...