BREAK 2.0 (Kylo Ren Fanfiction)

V

"So, tell me, why the hell am I still in here? I thought you could use me for some dark sinister plan," I snap as Kylo walks in the room.

"Well that mouth of yours is not going to help," he replies calmly. I was hoping to get more of a rise out of him. He didn't seem in the mood to play my game.

"Well, as you know since you seemingly picked through my mind, I'm used to keeping my mouth shut and being a good servant. I left that for a reason," I remark, smirking at him. I am feeling very bold today and I refuse to back down. I mean, with nothing to lose, I might as well do as I please.

I have been strapped to this vertical imprisonment for who knows how long, and my annoyance has only grown.

"Well it would be wise of you to at least refrain from using attitude with me because I have more power than you can even imagine." He drags a chair around to sit in front of me, the legs scraping obscenely against the floor. A look of pure annoyance is plastered on his face.

I roll my eyes. He takes notice of that.

"You have too much rebellion for your own good," he comments, leaning his forearms on his knees, tilting up towards me.

"I already told you I'm not with the Resistance," I mumble, wishing again that I could cross my arms. Damn these restraints!

"Not that. I mean defiance," he replies, standing up and coming closer to me.

He reaches up with a hand and I get scared, thinking he's going to choke me again. When I flinch back, he stops moving. I look at him as he moves again, reaching to the side of my face and brushing a strand of hair away from my face with a gloved hand.

That was weird. Why is this motherfucker touching me?

"You could be so strong," he says lowly. After another second, he steps away and turns his back to me.

"If you join us, you could be a strong fighter. You could have more than you ever dreamed," he says, his back still to me, his voice raising in volume. "All you have to do is comply with our rules."

"That's not what I want." I wait for him to turn around. "I've lived my whole life listening to orders and doing what I've been told. I didn't escape to do the same here." I keep my voice even but strong.

"I am insulted that you believe I would have you be a maid," he deadpans, getting close to me again. He leans down closer to me. "Join us. If you chose otherwise...you choose death."

His case is convincing. Of course, I wouldn't want to choose death. But I don't know how much I can trust him.

All I know so far is that this guy is definitely serious about my death. I mean, hell, he just choked me with some voodoo mind powers.

"I don't know..." I say, weary of anything that could be hidden in his promises.

"You don't know if you can trust what I'm saying," he says as if he read my mind. He probably did. I seriously wouldn't be shocked at this point.

I look at him for a moment. "It's kind of hard to trust someone in a mask," I reply, joking with him as I seriously contemplate his words. I don't want to be anyone's servant, but I don't want all of my efforts to escape Uquine to be for nothing. Am I really willing to become a form of a servant again? And if not, am I willing to die now?

I look to the ground at his feet, wondering if the words he spoke are true. Could I really have power? Could I really grow into a stronger version of myself? Or are those empty words he is using to manipulate me?

Before I know what he's doing, he reaches up to the sides of his mask and presses something that causes a hissing and then a clicking and he takes his helmet off, revealing his face. My eyes snap to the action.

What I see shocks me.

The first thing I notice is his hair. It's beautiful. It's dark, luscious, and loosely curly and it makes me want to run my fingers through it. His eyes are dark as well and they stare back at mine. His skin is soft and pale and he has a strong nose and jawline.

He's stunning. Breathtaking even—and I thought the magical choking was suffocating.

What the fuck, Lyra? You're strapped to a table and the best you can do right now is admire this man's looks?

But I suppose I am already strapped—

"Join us," he repeats, his natural voice much different than his masked one. It's deep and velvet-like in its texture. His voice in just those two words reminds me of the night. He gets ever closer to me, his face a few inches from mine. I can see the details of his face and I still think the same way I did previously. He is just actually beautiful.

"I will not subdue my attitude," I tell him defiantly, wanting to agree but still not sure. What if this is just all a trap and I become another slave? I don't think I will be able to escape this place as easily. Confusion swirls in my head as I think about every possible outcome in this situation. His eyes don't waver from mine and I feel very uncomfortable under his gaze. 

"You will have to redirect it. I will show you," he tells me, annoyance in his voice as he narrows his eyes at me. After a moment, his gaze seems to change to amusement. "You have so much...anger and frustration. We can use it well."

I still don't answer.

After a long period of silence, he stands up straight and walks behind me.

"I'll leave you to your decision, but the sooner you decide, the sooner you get out of those restraints."