You Mighty, Submissive Soul • Kylo Ren

The Breath On My Lips That Wasn't Mine

Somehow, the next two days were even more uneventful than the ones you spent in the cell. You didn't leave once even though you were basically starving. It seemed like they were feeding you even less.

Kylo hadn't delivered your meals since the training session. Now it was a droid who came to the door everyday. The fact that Supreme Dickhead couldn't even face you made your conflicted thoughts about him lean to one side.

And not the good one.

By the forty-eight hour mark you had explored every inch of your quarters to try and see if there was anything cool you missed. There wasn't. The best thing you found was a hidden drawer in the closet. You probably got more excited about it than you should've.

You could leave at any time. Over the course of the past two days you could've walked out of your quarters with (almost) nothing to stop you. However, two things would happen: Kylo would be alerted and find you - and you weren't ready to face him yet. Second, you wouldn't even know where to go.

You hadn't seen another living being in over two days which made you begin to wonder if they just forgot about you. The Order made such a big deal about using you as a weapon and then they just neglected you. In all honesty, you couldn't say you minded. Being used to the advantage of the regime was way more dangerous than lounging around in a small room for the rest of your days and although that would be boring as hell, you wouldn't be dead. Because you had no idea what getting involved with the Order would mean for you. A likely path was to perish since they were involved in current wars so if you could decide your fate, you would be as far away from the base as possible.

But obviously that wasn't the case.

You had to help these douchebags and there wasn't any negotiation. So far everything was terrible as proven by your first training session and you didn't want to imagine how much worse it could get. But if Kylo never got the balls to come around to your quarters ever again then perhaps the whole deal with you and the Order would fade.

The thought of Kylo made your mind drift to a couple days ago when you stormed from the session. You were furious with him for the mind invasion and the feeling grew when he refused to apologize and remained silent.

And then after you left the training room he surprised you only to disappoint again...

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Another second wasn't wasted before you marched away from Kylo and fled through the clear glass doors. There was a part of you that as you stormed away, wished to hear his heavy footsteps chasing after you.

But no matter how hard you listened over the pounding of your own, you didn't hear a single thing.

That was until you were about twenty feet clear of the room. The sound of heavy breathing and footsteps filled the air and a puff of hope spread throughout your body. Sure enough, you halted in your steps and turned to see a wide-eyed Kylo who looked like he was on a mission.

He was still dressed in only his training attire which meant he was maskless. Anyone on the entire base could walk by and see his face but it seemed like it didn't matter much to him at this moment. His mouth opened and closed as if he couldn't get the words to leave his mouth. He inched towards you slowly until you were only a couple feet away.

You sighed and crossed your arms. The irritated look that passed over your face wasn't hidden and you didn't try to conceal it.

"Are you here to say something to me or should I keep walking?" You surprised yourself with how bold you were being towards the Supreme Leader of the whole fucking galaxy.