Threads of Silver

Fear

"Let. Me. Go." Your voice was laced with falseness, and he could feel it. 

His expression did not change, but instead he leaned forward, so close your noses nearly brushed. You felt the color rush to your face, and shy sweat coated your upper lip as you caught your breath.

"What a tease, to completely get into that mind of yours, little girl." He murmured, deep voice barely a whisper. The vibrations of his words shook you to your core, sending fluttering through your veins. "But it seems your body is giving some of your thoughts away." He chided, bringing his other hand to brush away a strand of hair that had fallen across your face. You winced at his gloved hand, and he  set his jaw. You shut your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. His vice-grip at the back of your skull loosened slightly, pulling you away from him in observation, before he released you completely and stepped from the light. 

"What is this all about- what kind of fucking training is this? You try to get into my mind and when you cant, you just..." You trailed off in a rasp, a tinge of anger to cover the arousal, clenching fists at your sides, begging your cheeks to let go of their scarlet shade. You didn't know how to explain what he was doing when he was manhandling you. He walked to the edge of the lighted center before turning to face you again. 

"The wall within your mind is uncharacteristically a challenge for me." He said, tone flat. There was a glimmer across his gaze before he continued, crossing his hands behind his back. "However, seeing as it is not a permanent ability of yours to resist, consider this temporary... skill building- for me." 

"And what happens when that is over?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"You will be executed."

Hearing the finality of it sent ice through your veins. You sputtered. "And may I ask my fucking charges?"

"For treason. Against the First Order." 

"I was stranded on an uninhabited planet, I-I wasn't trying to just fucking steal a ship- I was trying to save myse-"

"There is no room for discussion- the decision is final." He retorted sharply, waving a hand to silence you further. Your lips pressed into a thin line, and you bit back a response. You didn't want to accept this finality, but knew it was of no use to argue about it now. You still had your strange power, and you thanked the gods for it. It was the only thing between you and the executioners block. 

His form shifted, slightly, still studying you. 

"Why did you pull back?" You asked, genuinely curious but still cautious all the same. He didn't respond, the desolate glare still pinning you. You decided to elaborate. "With the- the mental thing. When I touched the wall, too- why did you pull out of it?"

His jaw set, but he did not respond. Instead, he removed his cowl, letting it fall around his shoulders.

"If you're going to use me like a lab rat I have the right to know what-" 

"Enough!" He snapped, his voice raising an octave, and you were rendered motionless with his hand. 

You gritted your teeth, your entire body paralyzed under the wave of his hand, leathered palm outstretched and facing you. He took a step closer, swiftly closing the distance.

"I will use you as I see fit," He nearly growled, teeth barred, "and that is none of your business." 

Your jaw set firm, willing your tongue into silence. He stood, shoulders slightly moving with steadied inhales, watching you-  waiting for a response. You maintained eye contact for as long as you could, but eventually brought your gaze down, giving him the submission he wanted. As you looked down, you begged yourself to keep tears behind your lids.