Affinity

Chapter Three

You gaze up to him, eyes widening as the pressure on your neck tightens, causing your breathing to become labored. Fuck. Is he going to kill me? Your hands shoot up to wrap around his muscular forearm, squeezing and pulling, trying to get him to release you, your vision becoming blurred.

The Supreme Leader lets go of your neck as quickly as he grabbed it, causing you to falter back. Your hands immediately touch your neck, wincing at the tender spots on the side, your eyes clash against the voided slat of the mask. A wave of anger starts to seep in, followed by an unrelenting fear. Be strong. Don't show him fear.

"What do you want to know? I'll tell you anything, please don't kill me." Your voice sounding horse and breathy.

The Supreme Leader moves away from you, towards a lone padded chair that you hadn't noticed in the room before. He strides across the room, confident and commanding, looking like he has control of every muscle in his body. How does Kylo ooze such self-confidence? Like he owns everything. What an ass. Now turned toward you, he lowers himself gracefully in the chair. His legs spread apart, taking up every inch of available space the cushion has, his long arms and broad chest engulfing the chair. He stares at you, the only sound in the room is your labored breathing, partly out of fear, and out of that feeling you can't describe. Lust? Oh my gods, no. He just choked me and hasn't said more than 10 things to me; I can't want him. Plus, he is an arrogant ass that killed people today. Huffing, you find the strength you had before while facing the chrome stormtrooper. Standing up straight, eyes trained on the man sitting before you, you prepare for whatever is about to come.

The Supreme Leader shifts forward slightly in his seat, bringing his elbows to rest casually on his knees. "Who are you?"

Confusion fills up your face. How does he not know who I am? He has called me Princess since the almost slaughter back on your home planet.

"My name is Y/N, I am the daughter of King Dronhar and the Princess of the Kingdom you just took over." anxiety lacing your voice.

"I am aware of your title and your heritage, Y/N. I want to know... Who. Are. You?" his voice rising, the voice modulator making him sound even more intimidating than he already is. I wonder what his real voice sounds like, The Supreme Leader's head tilting, waiting for your answer.

"Supreme Leader, I don't understand what you are meaning. I've told you, my name is Y/N, I am the daughter of..."

"I know who you are." His voice booms, shooting up from his seat. "How long have you had The Force." His hand was wrapped around your neck in a flash.

"The...The Force? I don't know what you are talking about." you answered, voice a strangled whisper. I don't have The Force? What the hell is he talking about? Your mind raced, coming to a skidding halt at the blaster that appeared in your hands earlier in the day. Holy shit. Was that The Force? Am...am I Force-sensitive? Your mind reels, almost forgetting where you are and with who until a black chest fills your line of vision.

The Supreme Leader's hand releases your neck and moves to your chin, lifting your eyes to meet with his once again. You flench at the movement, thinking he will choke you again, but his touch remains soft.

"You are Force Sensitive Princess. Who has trained you? Who knows?" he says, his touch on your chin tightening slightly.

"Tr...trained me? Supreme Leader, no one has trained me. No one knows, hell I didn't even know!" Your cheeks heat as you realized what you just said.

"Supreme Leader, please, I don't know what you are talking about. No one knows, and no one has ever trained me. Even if anyone knew, any sort of training would have been forbidden. Women serve one purpose back on my home planet; produce an heir, and if their husband allows it, serve him until he decides you are of no more use." you say frantically—anger building in you as you describe your purpose in life. Hating feeling so weak, so trapped in your own life.