Mercy

Uncertain Certainty

(Reader's POV)

It's been three days. Three days since I've left this confined shit hole. The Commander left me in here to rot after revealing my unfathomable ancestry. Not that I necessarily believed his words. He was manipulating me, poorly attempting to shape me into someone he could use and abuse. If I was of noble descent, I would have at least a small share of the fortune left behind, and I don't. I'm poor. A nobody. That was the only thing he was right about. I was struggling the most with the boredom. I was so used to my daily routine of staying occupied with work, this was a foreign experience. I stretched, I quietly sang, I brushed through my hair with my fingertips, anything I could think of to simply pass the time. Currently, I was lying on my stomach on top of the unpleasant cot. If only I had something more comfortable to lay on, I'd get more rest. The last encounter I had with that asshole was stuck on repeat in my head. Why did he want to eat with me in the first place? Why would he remove his mask and show his face to me? Also, why did he look at me like that? I swear I saw him giving me a once over as if he was trying to flatter me. To me, it was more so like a predator staring down at its prey. I shuddered. He can't be telling the truth; it wouldn't make any sense. I don't have any force, power, whatever he calls it. I would be fully aware of it by now. The only strange thing that comes to mind is perhaps my frequent headaches, or the fidgeting I do with my hands, anxious to move, take action, do anything. I gasped and pulled my palm to my mouth, an unwanted thought entering my brain. What if he captured me to use me in some sexual, corrupt manner? No, he wouldn't, would he? I lowered my fingers to my teeth, restlessly biting my nails, lost inside my head. He seems too caught up in his business with The First Order to want a sex slave...right? He wouldn't choose me if that was so, he can have any woman in the galaxy. Because of brute force, of course, not because of looks. I was riling myself up, not getting angry on purpose but doing so anyway. He should've left his dumb mask on. I would've been perfectly fine not seeing how handsome he was. Terrible people are usually ugly, not super-hot with flowy, cute hair. Anyway, it's a winning personality that makes a man truly gorgeous, which he will never have. I rolled onto my left side.  He can't read my mind unless he's in the same room so I'm safe. A tinge of pressure on my skull appeared.

Is that so? A low man's voice echoed in the back of my mind.

I jumped up, huddled in the corner of the cot against the wall. "Where are you?" How in the hell was he able to-

Do this?  He asked, once again ringing in my ears.

I hugged my knees, loathing that he slithered his way into my mental safe haven. I was praying that he didn't hear everything. Get out of my head.

Evidently, even when I am absent, I stay on your mind. I heard the smug tone in his voice.

I couldn't help but ask why he was even sparing his time on me. Don't you have important oppressing matters to attend to?

Might I remind you not to test me, Princess.

I should've known better than to say things like that, so I didn't respond. I relaxed back on my side again.

He proceeded to keep communicating within my mind. You are wanting to be free from your cell. There was a pause. Submit and I will grant you to be released.

I was tempted to respond with 'Never.' Alas, I was aching for something to do. Released in what way? Where would I go?

You would be given a bed, a refresher, everything necessary to live comfortably.

I hesitated, thinking his words over. Hidden from plain sight, there was a catch. There had to be, he was being too friendly. What would I be submitting to? You?