Hunger (Kylo Ren x Reader)

3 Don't Be Late

Two months in and you were finally in the flow of things. The Commander mostly kept to his eating schedule which made things easy on you. It wasn't often when there would be something out of left field. You were starting to get comfortable.

Another morning, another stroll down to the kitchen. No order? Time to whip up something off of the list. You took your time and were precise in all your measurements to create the perfect dish every time. 

0550 rolled around and as usual you were ready on time. Placing a tall glass of carbon freeze onto the cart just as the door opened. Or should have opened? You shrugged it off, maybe he's running a little late. I'm sure it's fine.

But they've never been late before. Ever.

A wave a panic rolled over you. Where was the trooper? You opened the door and looked down the hallway. Both ways. No one. No one, coming in your direction at least.

0553. No one. What were you supposed to do? There is no one coming for you.

You pulled your data pad from your pocket and saw no notifications of any kind. What is going on? Why is no one here? Mother of creation. I'm going to die today. 

You shook your head. "No." You whispered as you pulled up the map of The Finalizer. You had no idea where the Commander's quarters were, but damn it you were going to find them.

You flew out of the kitchen with the cart as you headed in the direction you thought would get you there the fastest. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you got closer and closer. Time was closing in on you. 

0604. You finally made it to the doors. They were much bigger than anyone else's. Your eyes shifted to the entry pad. You lifted a finger and tapped the button that would request entry. You sucked in a breathe as you tilted your head down, waiting for your doom to come.

The doors slid open from the crack in the center and a figure stood before them. You could feel the anger emanating off of their body hitting yours, giving you more and more shame.

"Where the FUCK have you been? YOU ARE LATE." He screamed. It was like lava was pouring out of his mouth. 

"I'm so sorry sir, Commander sir. No one showed up to pick up your breakfast today, sir." You kept your eyes trained to the ground. You could barely see his boots through the cart in front of you.

Your throat began to tighten. This is my end you thought.

"That is no fucking excuse." He growled. His hand was in the air and it gripped a little tighter.

You looked up to see the tall man in black. Black pants, black cloak, black mask. You went to grip your neck as the mask looked at you. 

"The position has been terminated. Someone should have told you." He flicked his wrist and your body lifted inches off the floor and you flew to the wall behind you. Your back colliding with the cold metal. As his hand opened you fell back down to the floor.

"Do not be late again." The doors closed behind him and the food on the cart was gone.

You gasped for the air you thought you had lost completely. You whipped your head around to see if anyone had witnessed what had just happened. Empty hallways again. 

After a few moments of thanking the stars you still had your life you stood back up on shaky knees. You reached for the cart to keep you from falling over.

The walk back to the kitchen was long. Longer than anything you had ever felt.

When you made it back and the door was closed behind you the tears came. Crying, now that was something you never did. There was just nothing to ever cry about. Sadness wasn't something you were used to. You couldn't recall the last time these salty streams came down your face. You tried to hold it in and get yourself back together, but after years of pent up emotion they wouldn't stop.