Pet | Kylo Ren x Reader | Precious Pet Series | Book 1

Knives and Agony

You didn't tell Yideth about your visit from Ren. You weren't sure why you didn't want to tell her, but something inside said it wasn't a good idea. She might not understand and would want to move on to a new location. This planet was good, safe. No one cared about two pseudo-smugglers here.

Maybe that hadn't really been Ren last night, anyway. Could it have been Snoke? Was that possible for him? If it was, was Ren now paying the price for have a clandestine apprentice?

You had all these questions and no answers. You were beyond frustrated.

And scared. You could admit deep down you were scared.

You stared at yourself in the long mirror in the refresher and wondered what the hell you were doing. Seeing Ren pay for your village wasn't worth this. Why did you have to witness anything? Wouldn't it be just as good knowing Snoke would destroy him eventually? If the scavenger didn't get to him first, that is. There would be a balance, and you didn't have to see it to know it would happen.

Yideth knocked on the refresher door. "Let me see your scar," she said through the barrier.

You opened the door and tugged off the ointment-soaked bandage. The pale pink scar was half of the width it had been the previous night. The skin surrounding it was dyed a sickly yellow from the herbs.

"Clean it and redress it," Yideth ordered after manhandling your upper arm under the refresher light.

You did as told and came out for first meal. Yideth had set out the prepackaged, room-temperature food on the lounge table. There was cheap bantha jerky, some salty noodle cakes, and green chips that were bland but filling. You really missed the Star Destroyer with its great food and service droids. Luckily, fresh water was available and you didn't have to throw back anymore watered down and overly sweetened black melon juice.

"How's your knee?" you asked after a few minutes had ticked by.

She grunted. You took that to mean it wasn't bad, but it wasn't back to normal yet. You hadn't meant to cause her so much pain and damage. Apologizing seemed ridiculous since you weren't exactly sorry. She had asked for your best, and you had given it to her. The scar on your arm kept you from feeling guilty, besides.

Before you could get into your regular routine of exercise, parrying the Marksman-H combat remote Yideth had, and meditation, Yideth set her empty cup down in front of you. You were about to ask if she wanted a refill, but she stated:

"Removing attention from an object and not being noticed are two different things."

You pushed away your own cup with a nod.

"You can tell me not to see this cup," she went on. "And I will not see it, but if someone else comes in here, they will."

"Okay..."

"What you want is stealth."

"Like last night," you encouraged.

"You need to flow with the Force. Wrap it around you like a shroud."

You could feel yourself frown. The Force didn't feel like a specific thing to you. It was everywhere, everything. It was like a web connecting all the galaxy together. It was the things that it was connecting within the web. When you moved something with the Force, you bid it to move. The object agreed to move.

Yideth said, "Your own power can command the Force. You can bend perception to your will."

"How?" you asked. If that was the case, the whole universe was yours. It probably wasn't that easy. Because if it was that easy, why wasn't someone in control of everything?