You Mighty, Submissive Soul • Kylo Ren

Sense

After you came to the realization that no one was going to save you, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut.

Maybe it was a dream. You've had more nightmares recently than good dreams, so there was a very good chance that this was just another one that you were waiting to wake up from. But as you were aggressively thrown onto the floor of a cell, surely leaving a bruise on your side, you began to arrive at the conclusion that this was infact real.

The cell door slammed shut causing you to flinch slightly and you were left alone. But that was nothing new.

You never really had a comfort zone, the closest one being your tiny shelter, and this extended way beyond those boundaries. If they even existed.

Who knew where you were being taken. Actually, every person on the ship knew except for you.

Already you could feel a vast ocean of purple and red begin to form on the length of your side. Once again, not much of the brutality of the situation was new. You'd been hit before and you'd been alone for years. The only difference was now, you would likely meet your end.

You didn't move from the cold metal floor as you felt the ship rise from the surface where your life practically was and ascend into the atmosphere.

Finally, you pulled together the little strength you had and sat up, moving backwards until your back hit the wall. Your knees tucked into your chest while your arms wrapped around them tightly - the same position you'd been in before you were taken by the dark monstrous shadow.

The cell you were thrusted carelessly into was dark, the only ray of light coming from down a hallway outside the door. Nothing could make you desire to stand up and check out the environment around you.

The trait of curiousity was certainly in you, as it had been all your life. But in that moment you had never felt less courageous. Never felt more weak in your entire life than you did now.

You tucked your chin down into your chest and sobbed as silently as you could. Nobody needed to hear how helpless you truly were.

In the past whenever you cried you tried to talk yourself down from it. That you needed to remain strong for yourself and hopefully for some kind of a future. The knowledge that your father wouldn't want to see you upset also helped you hold back the tears.

This time however, you couldn't care less. You'd been ripped away from the only place you'd ever known. Sure, it wasn't the planet you would choose to spend twenty-something years on, but it was better than being kidnapped by the largest threat to the galaxy where you were sure to perish.

With that, the tears willingly flowed from your eyes and down your cheeks, successfully staining your shirt.

Your eyesight darkened as you struggled for oxygen after the exent of your sobbing.

Allowing your head to rest between your knees, you closed your eyes and waited for whatever was planned for you next.

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A low rumble and shake caused you to snap your eyes open and lift your head from its position in your legs.

You were no psychic, but you strongly assumed the ship had landed at the First Order's base - where ever that was.

It turned out that you were right - a few moments later two white-armored troopers were back in your presence. A number of beeps sounded as one of them typed a code into a keypad adjacent to your cell and pushed open the barred door.

Of course you refused to move after the other trooper - the one who hadn't opened your cell for you to simply be thrown in another one - spoke sharply.