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Your eyes fluttered open. The darkness surrounding you was confusing, as you would normally get at least a little bit of star light in your window. But you weren't in your room... A burning pain in your side ripped you from your slumber, if you could even call it that. It was more of a black out, per se, but you couldn't remember anything. You gasped as you tried to sit up, the pain too much for you. You lifted your shirt to reveal a large gash in your side, dark reddish brown, almost black flesh mapping the pain. The skin on your right side running up your rib cage was only just starting to scab, so you knew you couldn't have been out long. You stretched your arm above your head, wincing at the pain as you brushed your arm against the wall.
You noticed you hadn't been wearing your usual first order uniform. The modest long pants, even sometimes a skirt, and blazer were nowhere to be found, and instead you were left wearing your undergarments. You had too many things to worry about than just the clothes you were wearing, though. You
You didn't recognize the room you resided in, as they were not even remotely your quarters, nor was the room any part of the ship that you've ever been in, but you had only been there for about 30 days, so there was always the possibility that you missed out on a room. Your mandatory tour excluded the other workers' quarters, so perhaps you were in a member of the first order's bland room that was empty aside from a chair and a bench? But, it didn't seem like a housing quarter in any way. The walls were... Well, you couldn't perfectly see them. But they were cold and metallic, and... burned? Yes! They were burned. But why?
Suddenly, a bright light blinded you for a moment. You blinked hard and covered your eyes with your hands until you notice that your hands had been covered in your blood. You moved your hands away from your face. The wound in your side began nagging you again, seemingly worse than before as your heart raced. You heard unintelligible speaking outside of the room, and you tried desperately to listen, but the metal walls blocked you from hearing what was being said.
You turned your attention to the walls, seeing that there were patches of melted or burned metal and broken red wires poking out of crevices. You weakly ran your fingers over a patch, feeling the grit of the burned metal. You heard shouting. You turned towards a part of the box like room where you heard the sound coming from. Suddenly, a section of the wall started lifting. Now, you had seen automatic doors everywhere. But this? This was completely hidden. You watched the door as it lifted. It seemed so much slower than it actually was.
You first noticed a pair of big black boots walking into the room. You were instantly struck with nausea as everything flooded back to your mind. You knew the one wearing the boots was the infamous Kylo Ren. You looked him up and down, seeing he had on his mask. You weren't sure if you'd rather have him wear it or not. As if you could decide though. After Kylo stepped in, the door closed.
You stared at the masked man, conflicted as to whether or not you should be glad he had the mask covering his face. It was silent in the room for what felt like forever, until a heavily modulated voice spoke. "I presume you're with the resistance." You swallowed hard, shaking your head. You heard somewhat of a chuckle, once again heavily filtered by the mask. "It wasn't truly a question- more or less, it was to let you know that I know," he stated coldly. You were silent. "Why were you sent here?" He asked as he stared at you. You tried to find eyes behind the pitch black visor to no alas. You remained silent. He would get nothing from you. He reached down, grabbing his weapon. He patted it against his gloved hand, clicked the red button. Our shot a long glowing red beam with two shorter handle like ones on either side. You stared at it, then back up to Ren's visor. He pointed it towards the gashed side of your body skillfully, the extreme heat stinging the wound and causing the dead flesh to bubble. "As you've already felt this on your side..." he started. Your eyes widened slightly as you realized that HE had been responsible for the destroyed flesh that ran up the right side of your body.
"So I'd assume it wouldn't be too hard to reimagine the pain in a different spot... say, your throat," he stated, ripping you from your thoughts as he brought the plasma blade mere centimeters from your neck. You felt your skin peeling back. Not enough to draw blood, of course, but rather to expose the pink flesh that lay beneath the skin. You took in a breathy gasp, trying your hardest not to move any closer to it. Ren withdrew his saber and began pacing the room slowly. He stopped at an extremely damaged fraction of the room, running a gloved hand over broken wires calmly. Without warning, he clicked on his light saber, slicing into the wall with no trouble. He stabbed it and swung it around violently before finally powering it off and putting it back into his belt. He was staring at the ground. "...Would be a shame if that were you," he stated, his chest heaving ever so slightly. "I was sent as a spy. By General Organa," you stated reluctantly after a moment. It pained you to throw her under the bus like this, but you had to for your own sake. But what did it matter? You would most likely be killed off anyways. Maybe you'd be spared torture, though. You noticed Ren's shoulders drop. His fingers twitched, but he said nothing. He left the room soon after, and you were once again left alone with your wounds.
You sat wondering why he was so upset by you mentioning Organa if he decided to leave her. You understood that she was his mother, but he was the one who bailed on his family, not the other way around.
'He's an odd man,' you thought to yourself. You felt your hair brush against the fresh wound on your neck. You winced, carefully picking strands of hair from the melted flesh. You gagged at the disgusting sensation, covering your mouth. The lights in the room flashed off, and the only light source was the small sparks flying from the freshly damaged wall.