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"You'll regret trying to get it out of me," you shoot back. The stormtrooper stomps on your foot, and you hold back a whimper. "Cheap shot."
"Enough," a deep robotic voice orders. You close your eyes tight, knowing what's about to happen.
"My apologies," the stormtrooper replies hastily, leaving the room. You open your eyes, refusing to show him fear.
"Kylo Ren. Fancy seeing you here." He walks forward slowly, and you try to calm your heart.
"You're afriad," he deadpans.
"I mean, when you're trapped in a chair with a creep in a mask in front of you, you don't tend to be comfrtable," you snap. A hiss resonates from the helmet, revealing a not unattractive-looking man.
Focus, (Y/N).
"Still a creep, but without the mask." His lips twitch.
"Where's the rebel base?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Who would dare oppose the First Order?" you question snarkily.
"Do not lie to me. I can take what I want from you."
"Then do it, because I won't be giving it willingly." He reaches his hand out, and a sharp pain immediately rips through your head. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to build up walls as high as possible like Rey taught you.
"Stubborn," Kylo Ren mumbles. You want to give a snappy reply, but you're too focused on keeping his mind out of yours. You imagine spikes and push them out with the intent to harm. You open your eyes and glare, ignoring the sweat plastering your hair to your forehead.
"I won't give you what you want." He clenches his jaw.
"You will. Or you'll die trying."
"So be it." A sound emanates in the room, and a hot object brushes against your skin. You look down, and your eyebrows furrow. "It would be more threatening if I could see color."
"You haven't found your soulmate?"
"Clearly. I don't plan to either. I like seeing in black and white. Less distraction when keeping creeps out of my mind." He narrows his eyes and presses his gloved hand to the side of your face, and a flash of something fills the room. You both flinch, alarmed.
"What is this?" he breathes. He slowly removes his glove and hesitantly cups your cheek— not harshly, but not gently, either. The flashes come back, but this time when he pulls away, they stay. You look around the room, your heart pounding.
Sharp, bright hues overwhelm you. You look at Kylo Ren's lightsaber. It glows something other than the grey you saw moments earlier. No, it's sharper. It looks hot.
