TW//: Mature language, Mature themes, Swearing, Slight sexual harassment, Mentions of being forced to drink and do drugs
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As I woke up, I felt the familiar throbbing pain coursing through my body, a stark reminder of the brutal encounter with Kylo. My arms were streaked with dried blood, evidence of the intense struggle, and my cheek still smarted from the graze of his lightsaber. As I gingerly touched the tender spot, I couldn't help but worry about how I would conceal these wounds from my newfound companions. The thought gnawed at me, stirring up a wave of anxiety. I desperately hoped that they would accept me, yearning for the solace of friendship that had eluded me ever since my brother departed. The ache of loneliness lingered, a constant companion in the wake of his absence.
As I sat up in bed, overwhelmed by a wave of despair, tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked. The weight of my predicament bore down on me like a suffocating blanket, suffusing my heart with a sense of impending doom. The chilling realization dawned on me that my fate seemed inexorably tied to the menacing figures of Kylo Ren and Darth Vader. The mere thought sent shivers down my spine, a stark reminder of the perilous path I walked.
Cocooned in my threadbare blanket, I pulled it tightly around me, seeking solace in its feeble embrace. The solitude of my room offered scant refuge from the tormenting thoughts that plagued my mind. With a heavy heart, I resigned myself to the grim possibilities that loomed on the horizon. Would it be the merciless wrath of Lord Vader or the volatile temper of Kylo Ren that would ultimately seal my fate? The uncertainty gnawed at my soul, leaving me trembling in fear of the unknown.
Before I could dwell further on my grim musings, a sharp knock shattered the fragile silence, jolting me back to reality. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I knew that only one being possessed the audacity to intrude upon my solitude in such a manner. As the door flung open, revealing the piercing gaze of Lord Vader's glowing yellow eyes, a chill swept through me. Unable to meet his gaze, I averted my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable confrontation that lay ahead.
"You should be with Kylo, why aren't you?" Lord Vader asked, his voice laced with barely contained fury. I remained frozen in place, unwilling to meet his gaze, fearing the consequences of defiance. Suddenly, a jolt of agony shot through me as my collar administered a brutal shock. "Arg, fuck!" I exclaimed, unable to suppress the cry of pain. Reluctantly, I turned to face Lord Vader, my eyes brimming with trepidation.
To my dismay, his response was a chilling laugh, mocking my distress. His rough hand seized my chin, forcing me to confront his menacing visage. "He could've done better," he remarked coldly, his words sending a shiver down my spine. But his next words filled me with dread.
"You are going on a mission with Kylo and the Knights of Ren," he announced, his tone brooking no argument. As he released his grip on my chin and departed, I was left reeling with a sense of impending doom. The thought of facing Kylo Ren and his ruthless followers on a mission filled me with a profound sense of dread, leaving me to ponder the grim possibility that this could indeed be my end.
As I rose from my bed, I made my way over to the dresser, contemplating my outfit for the day. With a sense of practicality in mind, I opted for a new pair of panties and a bra, ensuring comfort for the day ahead. Pulling on a long-sleeved shirt, I aimed to conceal the remnants of a recent mishap with Kylo's lightsaber that still stung my cheek. Despite the discomfort, I resolved to carry on, sighing as I adjusted my hair in the mirror. Makeup was a luxury I couldn't afford, nor did I expect this ship to provide such amenities. Continuing my morning routine, I reached for my black tactical pants and secured them with a belt before grabbing a pair of black socks.
Heading into the bathroom, I embarked on the familiar task of brushing my teeth, the cool minty freshness providing a brief respite from the minor ache on my cheek. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for the mark to fade completely. Yet, there was little time to dwell on such thoughts as the demands of the day beckoned. Adjusting my attire one last time, I resolved to face whatever challenges lay ahead with determination, makeup or not.
Putting on my combat boots, I let out a heavy sigh before exiting my room, bracing myself for the inevitable stares and whispers that awaited me in the corridor. As soon as I stepped out, the weight of their gazes hit me like a physical blow. My heart sank as I overheard a girl's incredulous remark about Kylo's use of his lightsaber on me. How did this news spread so quickly?
Navigating through the hallway, I spotted Daisy enjoying a blueberry muffin while engaged in conversation with Steph. Approaching them, their reactions mirrored the shock and concern I had grown accustomed to. "Oh my god, he did hurt you!" Steph exclaimed as Daisy's eyes welled up with tears as she expressed her sympathy, condemning Kylo as a monster and urging me to seek protection from Lord Vader.
My pulse quickened at the mention of Lord Vader's involvement, knowing all too well Kylo's indifference to such matters. Despite their well-meaning intentions, I remained silent, unable to find the words to articulate my conflicting emotions. Nodding in response, I silently acknowledged their support while harboring doubts about confiding in them further.
Steph's fervent agreement only added to the weight of the situation, urging me to seek assistance from Lord Vader. However, my impending mission with Kylo Ren and his knights overshadowed any immediate plans for seeking aid. As I mentioned my destination, Doc 26, for the mission briefing, their reactions shifted from concern to disbelief once again.
Daisy and Steph exchanged alarmed glances, their expressions reflecting my confusion. It was then that Steph launched into a detailed description of Vexus Prime, painting a grim picture of the city's lawlessness and rampant criminal activity. The realization of being thrust into such a dangerous environment with Kylo Ren and his cohorts sent a shiver down my spine.
"Why are they taking me?" I blurted out their pitying gazes only deepened my sense of apprehension as I glanced at the time, realizing the urgency of my departure. With a hurried farewell, I waved goodbye to Daisy and Steph, steeling myself for the uncertain path that lay ahead as I made my way toward Doc 26. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of the impending mission bearing down on me with every passing moment.
As I approached Doc 26, the sight of Kylo Ren and his knights preparing for the mission sent a chill down my spine. Amidst the hustle and bustle, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of Kylo, his commanding presence evident as he issued orders to his subordinates. When his gaze briefly met mine, I instinctively looked away, my heart pounding in my chest.
His voice broke the tense silence, addressing me directly about the mission. I nodded silently, unsure of how to respond. As he proceeded to announce the destination and purpose of the mission, the excitement among the knights was observable. Their cheers filled the air, contrasting sharply with the apprehension gnawing at my insides.
Kylo's masked visage turned in my direction once more, his words sending a chill down my spine. The mention of a "special mission" and the target, the shadowmaster, only heightened my sense of unease. Despite the gravity of the situation, I forced myself to maintain composure, steeling myself for the challenges that lay ahead as we embarked on this perilous journey to Vexus.
The comment from one of Kylo's men about my attire sliced through the air like a blade, the underlying threat detectable in his words. Though I bristled with indignation, I swallowed my pride, knowing better than to provoke further confrontation. As the tension hung heavy in the air, Kylo's laughter reverberated, a chilling echo that sent shivers down my spine. His amusement, tinged with a sinister edge, spoke volumes about the depths of his power and control.
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With a mere glance, Kylo quelled any protest, his piercing gaze piercing through my defenses like a laser, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. As he directed me towards his vessel with a vice-like grip on my arm, I couldn't shake the feeling of being ensnared in his web.
Entering the confines of his ship, the oppressive atmosphere closed in around me like a vice, suffocating any semblance of courage or defiance. Kylo's presence loomed large, casting a dark shadow that eclipsed any hope of escape. Each step I took felt like a descent into the abyss, the weight of his gaze bearing down on me like a leaden cloak.
Seated in the confines of the ship, I felt the weight of Kylo's scrutiny pressing down on me, his presence a looming specter that brooked no defiance. With a sense of foreboding settling over me like a thick fog, I fastened my seatbelt with trembling hands, acutely aware of the precariousness of my situation.
As the engines roared to life, propelling us toward our uncertain fate, I couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in Kylo's grasp, a pawn in his twisted game of power and control. With each passing moment, the realization dawned upon me that in the presence of such malevolence, there could be no escape, only submission to the will of a dark and formidable force.
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As we touched down, my nerves were in turmoil, my mind racing with uncertainty about the mission ahead. I trailed behind Kylo Ren as he strode confidently from the ship, flanked by his loyal knights. Despite their cheers, Kylo's disapproving shake of the head quelled any sense of camaraderie. I tore my gaze away from them, scanning our surroundings with apprehension.
The sight that greeted me sent a chill down my spine - the illuminated sign for Vexus Prime, a notorious gentleman's club, loomed ominously in the distance. Dread washed over me as I realized the nature of our destination. I couldn't bear the thought of being subjected to the lecherous advances of strangers, the loss of control over my own body.
But in the presence of Kylo Ren, I knew protests would be futile. His indifference to the well-being of others was heinous, his focus solely on the mission at hand. I resigned myself to the grim reality that awaited, knowing that in this merciless world, my fate lay in the hands of a man who cared little for the suffering of others.
I felt a chilling presence behind me, and a voice, dripping with disdain, shattered the silence. "Come on, we've been waiting, princess." Without a word, I turned away, refusing to dignify the rudeness with a response. I quickened my pace to catch up with Kylo and his menacing entourage.
We entered a sparse apartment, devoid of warmth or comfort. Kylo gestured to his men, assigning them rooms with a pointed gaze. As they dispersed, I could feel the weight of their presence lingering, an oppressive force in the dimly lit space.
Kylo removed his helmet once more, revealing his sinister smirk. He reached out, gripping my chin with a force that made my skin crawl. "I agree with grandfather," he sneered, his words dripping with malice. "I could have done better. But maybe this will teach you a lesson." His gaze swept over me, assessing me like a piece of property. "Now, get into my room. You need to see what will fit you if anything," he commanded, his disgust for me was real.
I clenched my jaw, fighting back the surge of anger and revulsion. Every fiber of my being screamed to resist, to defy him at every turn. But I knew the consequences of defiance in the presence of Kylo Ren and his merciless Knights of Ren. With a heavy heart, I complied, steeling myself for whatever horrors awaited me in his cold, unforgiving domain.
I found myself alone in Kylo's room, a bag tossed callously in my direction. Catching it with a sense of resignation, I sank onto the bed, but the oppressive weight of the situation compelled me to the floor. With trembling hands, I emptied the bag, revealing a collection of revealing clothes and unsettling accessories. Among them, a collar with a heavy chain link leash caught my eye, sending a shiver down my spine.
I glanced up at Kylo, his smirk twisting into something darker as his gaze bore into mine. His words sent a chill through my veins. "Ah yes, if you haven't noticed," he began, his voice dripping with malice, "you're not only going to a gentleman's club, but you'll also serve the Knights of Ren. Your mission starts tomorrow night. This is just to get them to see you. Now, hurry up and pick something."
His callousness ignited a fury within me, bubbling up like molten lava. I stood, trembling with rage, the weight of his manipulation crushing down on me. "No, fuck that, Kylo!" I spat, my voice laced with venom. "You're a real piece of shit! You didn't have to take me. You should've just left me on my home planet. Now I'm just a-!" Before I could finish my tirade, his hand lashed out, delivering a punishing blow that sent me reeling to the ground.
Pain exploded across my cheek, the same cheek he had injured with his lightsaber, and I clutched it, gasping for breath as the room spun around me
Kylo's grip tightened on my hair, forcing my head up to meet his cold, merciless gaze. The pain radiated through me, a constant reminder of my helplessness in his grasp. His words cut through the air like a blade, each syllable laced with venom and malice.
"Talk back to me one more goddamn time," he seethed, his grip crushing, "and you won't be fucking walking." The threat hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the power he wielded over me. My heart pounded in my chest, fear coursing through my veins like ice.
He continued, his voice dripping with contempt. "That shock collar? I think we need a new one to get it through your thick skull that you are nothing but a punching bag for us." The mention of the new shock collar sent a shiver down my spine.
His cruel words pierced through me, tearing at my resolve. "Accept this," he spat, his grip on my hair unyielding, "or you'll die from one of us. And shocker, I hope it's me." The cruelty in his eyes was matched only by the darkness in his soul, a black void that threatened to consume everything in its path.
"As for tonight," he continued, 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," I whispered, my words barely audible amidst the chaos of my fear and despair.
Kylo's grip on my hair was unrelenting, his demands echoing in the empty room like a sinister refrain. "When they say take a hit or snort this drug, you say?" His voice reverberated off the walls, filling the space with his menacing presence.
"I say yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest.
His next question pierced through me like a knife. "If they ask to screw you or you do sexual favors, you say?" For the first time, I met Kylo's gaze, my eyes locking with his abyssal stare. The disgust in his eyes was striking, a physical force that threatened to suffocate me.
"I say yes," I choked out, tears streaming down my face, the pain in my cheek throbbing relentlessly.
With a final, violent jerk, Kylo released his grip on my hair, sending me sprawling forward. I crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath as the room spun around me. His footsteps echoed in the silence as he left the room, the sound of his helmet sealing shut like a tomb.
Alone once more, I wiped the tears from my eyes, With shaky hands, I selected a mini black Deep V-Neck Belted Wide Pleated High Slit Halter Dress, it’s daring design sending a shiver down my spine. As I slipped it on, I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that washed over me. The dress hugged my curves tightly, the plunging neckline held in place by a bold buckle that left little to the imagination.
But before I could leave, I paused, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror.
With a shaky breath, I began to apply my makeup, layering it on thick to hide the bruises and scars that marred my skin. The act was a futile attempt to reclaim some semblance of control, a small defiance in the face of overwhelming darkness.
As I smoothed down my hair with trembling hands, I knew that tonight would be a night of horrors beyond imagining...
Choosing a pair of boot heels to complete the look, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable stares and comments. With the heavy chain collar clutched in my hand, a stark reminder of my captivity, I stepped out into the living room, bracing for the onslaught of scrutiny.
The room fell silent as all eyes turned to me, their gazes piercing through me like daggers. A voice broke the silence, dripping with contempt. "Well, at least she cleans up nicely," it sneered, the words cutting through the air like a whip. "Maybe I won't have to put a bag on her head."
Another voice chimed in, equally cruel in its tone. "Nah, I'd still have to bag her," it remarked the laughter that followed like a cruel symphony of mockery. The lewd comments hung in the air like a foul stench, their crude words cutting through me like a knife. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and anger burning within me. But before I could muster a response, another voice, unexpected in its compassion, broke through the darkness.
“Guys, come on, let's not," the voice interjected, its tone filled with a sense of decency that was sorely lacking in the room. "She's still a human, regardless of what Master Ren says and Lord Vader."
My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the voice of Cardo. Relief flooded through me like a tidal wave, I looked up, meeting his masked gaze with gratitude and a hint of disbelief. And as the two others nodded in agreement.
The vile comments continued to assault my ears, each word a dagger in my already wounded spirit. I clenched my fists, fighting back the overwhelming urge to lash out at my tormentors. Turning towards Kylo, I held out the other collar, silently begging for some semblance of mercy.
With a snap of his fingers, the shock collar was removed from my neck, only to be replaced by another collar. Before I could react, I felt Kylo's grip tighten around the leash, yanking me towards him with a force that left me breathless. My chest pressed against his face, the proximity igniting a fierce blush on my cheeks.
Before I could gather my thoughts, I felt his hand on my hip, a possessive gesture that made my skin crawl. With a surge of indignation, I tore myself away from him, putting as much distance between us as the confines of the collar would allow.
The sound of a whistle pierced the air, accompanied by another crude remark. "Damn, Kylo, you getting feelings for it?" The words cut through me, a stark reminder of my worthlessness in the eyes of my captors.
As Kylo's command echoed through the room, the others departed, leaving me alone with Vicrul, the bearer of the leash that now constricted my freedom. A sickening sense of dread washed over me as I realized I was at the mercy of this ruthless enforcer.
With a brutal yank, he tightened the leash, causing me to gasp for air as the collar dug into my skin. "Just wait," he spat, his voice dripping with malice, "you seem like an anxious puppy but don't worry. It gets worse."
I recoiled as he pulled on the leash, his grip like a vice, forcing me to stumble forward. Each step was a torment, the chains binding me to this monstrous man who reveled in my suffering.
"Let's go, slut," he snarled, his words like venom as he dragged me along, showing no regard for my well-being. With every tug of the leash, I felt a surge of pain shoot through my body, I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat, my heart pounding with fear and loathing. In the clutches of Vicrul.