You had not known why the bodies were taken from the battlefield, however you stood by the belief that the Resistance would not be intimidated. Being Kylo Ren's prisoner complicated you in ways that you had never believed would be possible. Slowly you started to find shades of gray in a war not only in the galaxy, but within yourself as well. [Abridged version has fade to black scenes, non-explicit non-con, and appropriate trigger warnings at the beginning of chapter and, in places, possibly in the chapter itself. No non-con scenes are described/shown in full] {Part One: Resistance is Futile - Chapters 1 through 24} {Part Two: Precarious Harmony - Chapters 25 through 42} {Part Three: Death is an Art - Chapters 43 through 66} ♡CoverArt is a combination of work by badtour and clumsycopy♡ ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️ The unedited version of this fic can be found on Ao3, however even the abridged version can contain triggering content including violence, some gore, and mentions of noncon elements. Trigger warnings are provided at the beginning of each chapter, although I am not infallible to mistakes and may have missed marking them. Some scenes have been completely removed in this version. This fanfic was originally started in 2016, and written as a way for me to process my sexual assault and worsening health conditions&limitations as well as processing other trauma I will not disclose. There is quite a bit of symbolism as a result. Please remember that this is a fictional setting and that it is always okay to DNF fics if this proves to be too much.All Rights Reserved