you couldn't spare a second being in a room with kylo ren, locked inside a cell instead. it was better than nothing. you hadn't spoken to kylo for days and you could nearly go insane from being locked in.
you hadn't ate, slept or even taken a breather. you cried and kept having the scream of holdo keep replaying in your head. what would the resistance think of you now?
the side of your head still hurt from when kylo walloped you with his lightsaber, giving you blunt force trauma or brain damage. either way, your head was hurting like a bitch.
footsteps came your way and you stared at the ceiling, the figure of a stormtrooper at the outside of your cell. "the commander has requested you for supper."
you chuckled bitterly. "tell the commander he can go fuck himself and i want to rot in this cell."
"i am afraid i can't do that. it is more of a demand."
you sat up and looked at him, tilting your head. "tell him i'm not fucking hungry!" your yell echoed in your cell and the stormtrooper turned around, leading himself out. you laid back down, resting on your side and stared at the grey, metal wall.
the lock of your cell beeped and you groaned, ready to kick the stupid stormtrooper. "i said i'm not- aahhh! put me down!" you yelled as you were being tossed up into someone's arm, over their shoulder the next. "put me down, you monster!"
"shut the fuck up." kylo grunted and you kicked your feet, screaming for help. everyone of the first order looked at you like you were a maniac. you were put down into a seat and stormtroopers guarded the room, having no way out or to kill kylo. "nice seeing you again."
"i wish i could say the same about you, asshat."
"watch it."
"fuck you. you practically forced me here, so either deal with it or send me back to my cell." you suggested and a plate of food was placed in front of you, meat and mashed potatoes on it. you wanted to throw the plate in his face, throw it off the table or just push it away. you didn't want to eat, yet then again, you hadn't eaten for days or a week. you didn't remember the last time you had a proper meal.
you grabbed your fork, cut up the meat into bits and it looked like a meat you'd never had seen before. maybe it was some fancy type of meat. "after this, i go back to my cell and rot in there, okay?" you said and he hummed, focused on eating his own food. his meat was different from yours. he had a different meal.
you looked back and forth at the different plates, slowly putting the first bit of meat into your mouth. kylo finally paid attention to you as you did so.
it was juicy, covered with pepper and salt spices, even chewy. it didn't taste like normal meat. "how does it taste?" kylo asked, a smirk on his face and curious. you raised a brow and kept chewing, the taste being awful. the spices couldn't cover it up. "take another bite."
you did and it tasted the same. what the fuck kind of meat was this?
"kylo. what is this?" you asked with your mouth fulled, disgusted by the taste. he hummed as you swallowed it down to not waste it. "so glad you asked. that, my darling, is the organ piece of your admiral." he answered and your eyes widen, shoving your fingers down your throat to throw it up.
kylo's seat slid back with a screech against the floor when he stood up, instantly getting to your side and smacked your hand away. he pushed your head back, shoving more of the bits of meat into your mouth, using his other hand to force your jaw to chew it. "swallow, now." he commanded and you shook your head, crying.
you felt a struck of pain on your cheek, whimpering and lip tugging into a small frown. "stop fucking crying and swallow." he spat, getting closer to your face and held the food in your mouth. "fucking dumb bitch."
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cruel intentions | kylo ren.
Fanfiction[WARNING: this book contains dark and graphic elements. proceed with much caution!] you're deviant, intelligent, and sharp-tongued. you'd do anything to protect the resistance, or for the sake of your own survival. and when the moment of kylo ren at...