nyctophilia || kylo ren x reader

five

There was a time in your life where your optimism had you convinced that nothing bad would ever happen to you, that you were invincible. That if you just let life take its course, it'd sail you in the right direction. There was a certain bliss that came with that mindset, that if you kept to yourself, if you stayed ignorant to the world around you, everything would be fine.

As you drifted in and out of consciousness, a similar feeling had drifted over you. For hours you hadn't been able to actively remember where you were, or what was happening. Your circumstances seemed so far away. When you started to even begin to think about it, your mind would drift away and send you straight back into oblivion.

In that time you weren't even sure if you were still tied to reality. Like a boat, still tied to its dock, drifting away but eventually being pulled right back.

It was peaceful, this state of unawareness.

But peacefulness wasn't a permanent characteristic of this world.

While before your ignorance had been self served, this time you weren't in control of what you did and did not know. You weren't even in control of your body anymore.

They had eventually blindfolded you after a while, stripping you of the last remaining sense that could be of use to you. Now you could only listen. For a while you fought to stay awake, the need to know what was going on strong, but you'd lost that battle.

It's like your body had shut down. The adrenaline had long drained from your system, your mind running wild with distorted images and sounds trying to make up for the fact that you were not in control of absolutely anything.

You were beginning to come back down to reality again, thoughts becoming more coherent, more tangible. You knew your arms ached. Your wrists had lost feeling hours ago, especially after expending all of your energy trying to free them. The gag had rubbed the corners of your lips raw, your mouth so dry you would have crumbled for just a drop of water. Your head throbbed, a headache blooming through your skull. The pain was a reminder that you did, indeed, still exist.

You felt the vehicle come to a stop, the engine dying as the sound of car doors opening and slamming shut peaked through your awareness. You raised your head, trying to prepare yourself.

The doors to the back of the van opened, a pair of hands startling you as they grabbed at your legs, pulling you forward. Your muffled protests were ignored as someone placed their arms under your back and knees, lifting you out of the van.

It had felt like ages since you'd felt the sun's warmth dance across your skin.

You started to try to wriggle out of their grasp, though it took all of your effort. You didn't even know what you'd do if you had been successful. It wasn't like you could just make a dash for it, your feet were tied together.

"It's no use little one. Save your energy." You thought you heard a deep voice say, though you couldn't be sure. You weren't sure of anything anymore. Your imagination had been running wild in feverish dreams for what felt like years, though you knew it could have only been a few hours.

Giving up, you let yourself be carried, your body remained rigid, cautious of the environment you could not see as you bobbed along with the person's steps. Ears working tirelessly to gauge what was going on.

The sounds of doors. Boots against hardwood. Shuffling. Muffled voices.

You were placed down, this time on a padded surface. A cot, maybe?