TW//: Mature language, Mature themes, Swearing, Slight sexual harassment, being forced to drink and do drugs

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As we embarked on our journey towards Vexus Prime, Vicrul, towering over me with his intimidating presence, dragged me along with a forceful pull on the leash. Each tug felt like a deliberate display of dominance, a reminder of his superiority over me, even as I struggled to keep pace in my heels, feeling minuscule in comparison to his imposing stature. Every step echoed with a sense of foreboding, the weight of his authority bearing down on me like a heavy burden as if daring me to challenge his command. It was clear that Vicrul, and by extension, the rest of the Knights of Ren, had little regard for my comfort or well-being.

As we pressed on toward Vexus Prime, I couldn't shake the unsettling sensation of Kylo Ren's hand resting firmly on my hip. It sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a strange fluttering in the pit of my stomach. Was it merely a calculated move on his part, a manipulative gesture designed to assert his dominance and control over me? Or perhaps it was a subtle display of possessiveness, a silent proclamation to his followers that I belonged to him and him alone.

But in the end, did it truly matter? Kylo Ren was a master of manipulation, skilled in the art of playing mind games with those around him. Whether his actions were fueled by genuine desire or simply a means to an end was irrelevant. What mattered was the power he wielded, the ability to bend others to his will without a second thought, and in that moment, I realized the true extent of his ruthlessness. He was a force to be reckoned with, a man who could do whatever he pleased without a hint of remorse or hesitation. And as long as I remained in his presence, I was at his mercy, subject to his every whim and desire.

As we neared the entrance of the club, the weight of countless stares bore down on me like a suffocating blanket. Every gaze felt like a physical touch, a reminder of my outsider status in this den of iniquity. And then, a voice cut through the cacophony of noise, dripping with suggestive undertones.

"Damn, baby, you looking for a good time?"

The words, uttered by a woman from somewhere behind me, sent a jolt of surprise coursing through my veins. I turned to face her, my eyes widening in disbelief. I hadn't expected such brazenness from a fellow woman, but then again, this place was a cesspool of depravity, where the lines between right and wrong blurred into oblivion.

"Come on, let's go. Ignore her, Kylo is waiting," Vicrul growled through clenched teeth, his grip on the leash tightening as he urged me forward. But his forceful tug caught me off guard, causing me to lose my balance and stumble towards him. With a startled cry, I collided with Vicrul, our bodies crashing to the ground in a tangled heap.

As I lay on top of him, I couldn't help but notice the fresh crack in his helmet, a testament to the dangers that lurked in this unforgiving world. But before I could gather my bearings, a mocking voice pierced the air, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of smug amusement.

"Oh, we're getting a free show?" the voice taunted, its owner reveling in the spectacle before him.

I scrambled to my feet, intent on putting some distance between myself and the jeering crowd. But as I reached for my collar, I felt another hand grasping it firmly, pulling me back with a possessive grip. Without even needing to look, I knew who it was. Kylo Ren's presence loomed over me like a shadow, his influence casting a dark pall over everything in its wake.

Silence hung heavy in the air as Kylo Ren wordlessly left Vicrul on the ground, disregarding his attempts to rise. Without a backward glance, he led me inside, his presence a looming specter that commanded both fear and reverence.

As we stepped into the dimly lit interior of the club, a wave of apprehension washed over me. All around, eyes followed our every move, their gazes ranging from lustful glances to disdainful stares. I felt exposed, and vulnerable under the scrutiny of these strangers who seemed to see right through me, judging me for reasons I couldn't comprehend.

Panic clawed at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to engulf me in its suffocating embrace. I didn't want to be here, didn't want to be subjected to the leering looks and whispered judgments of these faceless onlookers. Why did it have to be this way? Why was I trapped in this nightmare of my own making, with no escape in sight?

But even as the questions swirled in my mind, I knew the answers lay beyond my reach and as much as I wanted to resist, to break free from his grasp, I knew deep down that there was no turning back.

As I entered the room, the atmosphere shifted, heavy with the weight of Kylo Ren's presence. His VIP table commanded attention, a throne for one of the most feared figures in the galaxy. With cautious steps, I approached, knowing that any misstep could be met with swift and merciless consequences.

Seated nearby was Cardo, his imposing figure adorned with the unmistakable helmet of a Knight of Ren. Relief flooded through me; his familiar presence offered a semblance of security amidst the sensible tension that filled the air. However, the arrival of Vicrul disrupted the fragile calm.

With a disdainful snort, Vicrul grabbed a beer, his gaze burning with contempt as it bore into me. His words dripped with venom, a thinly veiled threat that sent a shiver down my spine. "This little bitch made me fall," he spat, his voice laced with malice. "If Kylo wasn't here, I promise you, I would have killed you."

The words hung in the air like a dark cloud, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked within Kylo Ren's inner circle. Every interaction with the Knights of Ren served as a stark reminder of the precarious balance between life and death in the presence of true darkness.

Kylo's laughter reverberated through the room like a sinister echo, a chilling reminder of his dominance over all who dared to cross his path. His command to spare me for the mission dripped with a cruel irony, a testament to his insatiable thirst for power and control.

The dark timbre of his voice sent a shiver down my spine, each syllable dripping with malice and foreboding. As his companions joined in his laughter, their mocking tones resonated with a sinister edge that sent a cold wave of dread crashing over me.

In their twisted world, my life held no value beyond its utility for their sinister ends. To them, I was nothing more than to be manipulated and discarded at will.

Kylo's command cut through the air like a razor, his voice laced with a dangerous undertone that brooked no dissent. "Alright, men," he declared, his words a chilling reminder of his authority. "Let's have a good night and see if we can get The Shadowman to notice Amber tonight."

With a flick of his hand, he removed his helmet, revealing the dark visage of the man beneath the mask. One by one, his men followed suit, their helmets clattering to the table in a symphony of defiance against convention and authority.

As the helmets came off, the true faces of the Knights of Ren were revealed, each one a reflection of the darkness that dwelled within. Cardo and Kuruk stood tall and imposing, their features carved from stone and shadow. But it wasn't just them; every member of the group exuded a dangerous allure that was as captivating as it was unsettling.

In the dim light of the VIP lounge, their presence was magnetic, drawing the attention of all who dared to gaze upon them. As they prepared to carry out Kylo's orders, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me, knowing that in their hands, even the simplest of tasks could spiral into something far more sinister.

As the dim lights of the club flickered overhead, casting shadows across the faces of the patrons, one of them locked eyes with me, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "You might not know my name," he drawled, his voice smooth and confident, "it's Ushar." With a casual flourish, he lifted his drink to his lips, taking a slow sip, all the while winking in my direction. Beside him, Cardo, a burly figure with a rugged charm, shot him a look of mock annoyance before leaning in closer to me.

"Don't mind Ushar," Cardo chuckled, his voice rumbling with amusement. "He's a major flirt, but he fails miserably." His words were accompanied by a hearty laugh, infectious in its warmth. Despite my initial nerves, I found myself laughing along with him, the tension in my shoulders easing ever so slightly. At that moment, surrounded by the lively chatter of the cantina, I couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with these strangers.

However, as I watched one of them rise from their seat, accompanied by the imposing figure of Kylo Ren, a wave of uncertainty washed over me. They made their way toward the bar, their conversation laced with an air of familiarity that left me feeling distinctly out of place. I tried to shake off the unease, reminding myself that perhaps I had unwittingly found allies in these unlikely companions Or perhaps, against all odds, potential friends in this tumultuous galaxy.

As the one who had departed with Kylo Ren returned, his arms laden with an assortment of peculiar-looking shots and a massive pitcher of beer, the atmosphere in the cantina shifted palpably. A chorus of cheers erupted from the group of men, their excitement evident as they eagerly reached for the offered libations. Even Kylo, the enigmatic figure whose presence seemed to command respect and awe, joined in the revelry, downing a shot with a surprising eagerness.

As I watched the scene unfold before me, a sense of trepidation crept over me. I had never indulged in alcohol before, nor had I ever felt compelled to do so. In a galaxy teeming with vice and temptation, the allure of intoxication had always eluded me, its appeal shrouded in mystery. While my peers had frequented clubs and bars, seeking solace in the fleeting euphoria of alcohol and drugs, I had remained steadfast in my sobriety, choosing instead to navigate the complexities of life with a clear mind and unwavering resolve.

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As the shot of alcohol slid towards me, a surge of apprehension twisted in the pit of my stomach, a sickening premonition of what was to come. I hesitated, the weight of impending doom was heavy upon me as I locked eyes with Cardo, silently pleading for mercy amidst the looming darkness.

"Trudgen, don't push her," Cardo's voice sliced through the tension like a blade, his words a stark warning tinged with restrained anger. I watched as he intercepted the shot, a testament to his authority amongst the Knights of Ren, a fleeting moment of protection amidst the chaos.

Trudgen, the instigator of my torment, recoiled at Cardo's command, a flicker of defiance glinting in his eyes before reluctantly retracting his offer. I recognized him now, one of the Knights who had reveled in mocking me, his cruel jibes a constant reminder of my outsider status. But Cardo's intervention offered a glimmer of hope, a fragile shield against the darkness closing in around me.

During the turmoil, Kylo's enigmatic words echoed in the recesses of my mind

his voice a low growl, "My men can do whatever they please to you. If they say 'drink,' you say..." His grip tightened, the pain shooting through me like a bolt of lightning. Tears welled in my eyes as I struggled to find my voice. "I say yes,"

As Cardo and Trudgen's dispute escalated, I seized the shot of alcohol, hoping to diffuse the tension, but as the fiery liquid burned its way down my throat, I grimaced in discomfort. A sharp cough escaped me, drawing the attention of the assembled Knights, their laughter echoing through the chamber like a cruel symphony of mockery.

Trudgen's gaze bore into me with a mixture of amusement and malice. "Well, well, it seems she's not entirely useless," he jeered, his words dripping with condescension. I bristled at the taunt, my pride stinging from the humiliation of being the butt of their jokes.

With a mocking smirk, Trudgen passed me another shot, his challenge clear in the glint of his eyes. I glanced at Cardo, hoping for some form of support or intervention, but he remained silent, his departure leaving me to fend for myself amidst the chaos.

Reluctantly, I raised the shot glass to my lips once more, the liquid within swirling ominously as I prepared to endure another onslaught of bitterness and burn. With a shaky breath, I downed the shot, the taste assaulting my senses with its harsh sting. It tasted like a concoction of despair and regret, with a lingering aftertaste of disillusionment. How anyone could find pleasure in this vile concoction was beyond me.

As I swallowed the last bitter drop, I couldn't help but wonder what twisted satisfaction they derived from this cruel ritual, and how much more I would have to endure.

The sight of yet another shot of alcohol sliding towards me sent a shiver of dread down my spine. My throat still burned from the previous ones, and the thought of enduring more was almost unbearable. I hesitated, my resolve waning when Ushar's voice cut through the air like a lifeline.

"Hey, Ap'Lek, don't push her into drinking with you," Ushar's words were a welcome reprieve, a glimmer of compassion amidst the sea of cruelty. I felt a surge of gratitude towards Ushar, knowing that at least two of the Knights saw me as more than just a pawn in their twisted game.

But Ap'Lek, undeterred by Ushar's warning, persisted, his intentions clear in the gleam of his eyes. He passed me another shot, his challenge evident in the way he dared me to defy him. I glanced down at the two shots before me, a stark reminder of the powerlessness that consumed me at this moment.

"Ren said we could do whatever we want to her," Ap'Lek's words echoed in my ears, a chilling reminder of the authority bestowed upon them by Kylo Ren himself. The weight of his decree pressed down on me, suffocating me with its suffocating inevitability.

I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as I reached for the shot glass, the liquid within swirling like a vortex of despair. With a shaky breath, I lifted the glass to my lips, the burn of alcohol searing my throat with each agonizing swallow.

As I grabbed the first shot and downed it in one swift motion, feeling a faint numbing sensation wash over me. under the watchful gaze of Trudgen, Ap'Lek, and Vicrul, I couldn't shake the feeling of Kylo's eyes boring into me. It was as if his presence alone was suffocating, his influence visual even from across the room. Memories of our previous encounters flooded my mind, his cruel grip on my hair in the apartment a chilling reminder of the power he held over me.

The second shot followed suit, the burn of alcohol dulled by the growing numbness that enveloped me. It was strange, the way the liquid seemed to slide down my throat effortlessly as if my body had become accustomed to the torment it inflicted. I felt the weight of his expectations pressing down on me, a crushing burden that threatened to overwhelm my senses. Trudgen's mocking praise only fueled the fire of my discomfort, his words a twisted validation of their cruel game.

But as the shots kept coming, my resistance began to waver. The room spun around me, the acrid taste of alcohol burning my throat like a blazing inferno. I wanted to refuse, to push back against their demands, but the fog of intoxication clouded my thoughts, leaving me powerless to resist.

Then, like a dark omen, another shot flew towards me, this time thrown by Kylo himself. His smirk sent a shiver down my spine, his silent approval a chilling confirmation of my fate. As he took a sip of his beer. With trembling hands, I reached for the last shot, the one he had given me, and a sense of unease washed over me. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine, a silent reminder of the power he wielded over me. As I raised it to my lips the fiery liquid burned its way down my throat, I closed my eyes, lost in a sea of darkness that threatened to consume me whole.

As Trudgen approached me, his presence looming over me like a dark shadow, I felt a surge of fear grips my heart. The effects of the alcohol were taking their toll, leaving me feeling vulnerable and disoriented, my legs trembling beneath me.

With a rough tug on the leash, Trudgen pulled me upright, his touch sending a shiver of revulsion down my spine. I tried to push him away, to assert some semblance of control over the situation, but my efforts were feeble against his strength.

I felt his hand on my waist, his touch lingering in a way that made my skin crawl. And then, to my horror, his grip shifted, his fingers grazing across my ass in a blatant display of disrespect. Panic surged through me, but I was powerless to stop him, my limbs heavy with the weight of intoxication.

As he led me into another room, the air thick with smoke and the stench of something foul, I realized with a sinking feeling that I was completely at his mercy.

As Trudgen dragged me into the room, my heart hammered in my chest, a sense of dread washing over me like a tidal wave. The sight of him reaching for whatever was within the room sent a surge of panic coursing through my veins, my mind racing with desperate thoughts of escape.

But before I could protest, before I could even utter a word of defiance, he had already lit whatever it was he held in his hand, filling the air with thick, choking smoke. I recoiled instinctively, my lungs burning with the acrid scent, but Trudgen paid no heed to my discomfort.

"Come on, just take a hit," he urged, his voice laced with a sickening mixture of coercion and amusement. His smirk sent a shiver down my spine, his proximity suffocating me with its oppressive weight.

I shook my head, my stomach churning with nausea as his hand crept higher, grazing my thigh with a familiarity that made my skin crawl. Every fiber of my being screamed for escape, for reprieve from the suffocating presence of this vile man and his twisted desires.

I shook my head defiantly, but it was a grave mistake. His grip on my leash tightened, forcibly pulling me closer until our faces were mere inches apart. It was the closest encounter I'd ever had with a Knight of Ren. That's when he produced the item and brought it to his lips, exhaling smoke directly into my face. I coughed violently as he shoved the item into my mouth, the acrid taste overwhelming my senses. I had never been one for drugs or alcohol, yet here I was, coerced into both.

As he released his hold, a self-satisfied smirk played across his lips. My eyes stung with tears as a strange warmth began to suffuse my body. His hand returned to my thigh, and I recoiled as his fingers moved down my collar and I felt his cold lips trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of bites in their wake. "Wait, please don't—" I protested weakly, but he paid no heed, his words dripping with entitlement. "I haven't had any action in five months. It'll be our little secret. I don't need the others to know" he chuckled darkly, his hand inching under my dress.

Panic surged through me, and I bolted from the room, desperate to escape his menacing presence. But in my haste, I collided with another figure, only to be caught gently before I could fall. "Well, what do we have here, little one?" The deep voice sent shivers down my spine, though whether from fear or intoxication, I couldn't tell. I glanced up, finding myself mesmerized by the striking figure before me. Taller than I clad in a sleek black shirt that revealed glimpses of intricate tattoos, he exuded an aura of danger and allure.

His hand grazed the chainlinks of my collar, and my breath caught in my throat. "Do you belong to anyone?" he inquired, his smirk widening at my vehement denial. "No! It's just a collar," I blurted out, cursing my lack of composure. He chuckled, his gaze lingering on the discarded leash as he bent to retrieve it, his fingers brushing against my skin in a tantalizing caress.

"Come along, then," he beckoned, holding the leash aloft. With a mixture of apprehension and fascination, I followed, oblivious to the curious gazes that followed our departure. As we ascended the stairs to a secluded area of the club, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, but in the presence of this enigmatic stranger, it hardly mattered.

As he locked the door behind us, a surge of apprehension rippled through me. Why had he chosen to isolate us? The question lingered in my mind, but my thoughts were soon consumed by him, by the magnetic pull of his presence. Despite the unease gnawing at my insides, I found myself unable to shake the image of his captivating allure.

His gaze, intense and penetrating, seemed to strip away my defenses, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I couldn't deny the undeniable attraction that pulsed between us, even as a voice in the back of my mind screamed at me to flee. But something held me captive.

With each step he took, my heart quickened its pace, a frantic rhythm matching the pace of my thoughts. I couldn't escape the magnetic pull drawing me closer to him, even as a whisper of fear lingered at the edges of my consciousness. Locked in this secluded space with him, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something forbidden.

Yet, as his eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine, I found myself surrendering to the intoxicating allure of the unknown. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the enigmatic man standing before me, his presence casting a spell that I was powerless to resist.

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As I conversed with my comrades, my attention was drawn to the conspicuous absence of Trudgen and Amber. Sensing something amiss, I prepared to excuse myself from the table, intending to investigate their whereabouts. However, before I could take action, my gaze fell upon Trudgen, his pallor betraying his discomfort as he navigated his way toward our table.

The sight of him, visibly unwell and struggling to maintain his composure, sent a surge of concern coursing through me. Without hesitation, I rose from my seat, my expression a mix of apprehension and determination as I approached him. "Trudgen, are you alright?" I inquired, my voice edged with genuine concern as I reached out to offer him support.

"Pathetic excuse for a man, Trudgen. Can't even manage to get your rocks off?" Ap'Lek's sneer cut through the air like a whip, each word dripping with disdain. Trudgen's face twisted in a mixture of frustration and embarrassment as he shook his head in response.

"I know I don't like her, but Amber ran out, and I don't know where she went," Trudgen muttered, his voice tinged with irritation. My anger flared at the mention of Amber's disappearance, a surge of annoyance directed not only at her but also at Trudgen for his incompetence.

Glaring at him with a mixture of fury and disgust, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction as I caught a glimpse of Amber amidst the darkness. However, any sense of relief was quickly overshadowed by the chilling realization that she was in the clutches of the Shadowmaster himself. My fists clenched at my sides, trembling with a potent mix of rage and fear.

"Holy shit," Ushar's voice trembled with fear, his eyes widening in dread.

"We're screwed!" Ap'Lek's voice was tinged with panic, his usual bravado crumbling in the face of impending danger.

"Well, I guess we got what we wanted," Trudgen's words were laced with resignation, a bitter acknowledgment of their dire predicament.

"Kylo, you have to do something! He could hurt her!" Cardo's plea was desperate, his voice tinged with urgency.

"If you don't do anything, I will," Kuruk's threat hung in the air, his muscles tensed, ready for action.

"Maybe he'll just fuck her," Vicrul's callous remark cut through the tension, earning him a sharp glare from me.

I shot my men a withering look, my eyes ablaze with fury. "All of you shut the fuck up! We need to figure out a new plan, now that he has her. She could say anything!" My voice was a low growl, seething with anger and frustration. Turning my gaze to Trudgen, I couldn't contain my rage any longer. "Fuck, Trudgen! Why didn't you keep an eye on her?" I shouted, my words dripping with accusation.

Trudgen's shoulders slumped, a look of guilt etched on his face as he ran a hand down his weary visage. "I brought her to the smoking room, and... well, I kinda came on to her. I don't know why, but I did. I said things and did things, and she ran out. But I didn't think anything would happen. I thought her dumbass self would just go back to the table while I finished the bowl," he confessed

"She's drunk and now high, thanks to Trudgen," Cardo's accusation hung in the air like a heavy cloud, his tone filled with frustration and anger. I shot him a venomous glare, my jaw clenched tightly.

"Shut the fuck up, Cardo! This is not good. This might've just cost us the entire mission," I snapped through gritted teeth, my patience wearing thin. Gripping the beer glass in my hand, I felt the pressure building within me, until it shattered into tiny, glittering shards, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the tense atmosphere.

"I'm stepping outside. You six, discuss a plan." With that leaving the table behind, I stepped out into the brisk night air, the cool breeze offering a brief respite from the chaos swirling inside. With a heavy sigh, I reached for my communicator, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation and frustration.

As I dialed my grandfather's number, my mind raced with the implications of our current predicament. This mission had just taken a dangerous turn, one that could jeopardize everything we had worked for. I cursed under my breath, the weight of responsibility pressing down on me like a leaden cloak.

"Grandfather," I said as the call connected, my voice tight with urgency. "We have a problem. Amber's gone off with the Shadowmaster, and Trudgen's stupidity may have just blown our cover. We need to reassess our strategy before it's too late."