TW//: Mature language, Mature themes

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ A m b e r ' s P o v ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Upon our return to the ship, Kylo's grip on my arm was like iron, pulling me forcibly into a dimly lit office. My gaze locked onto Lord Vader, seated ominously in his imposing chair, and a chill swept through my veins as the door slammed shut behind me, sealing my fate within this sinister chamber.

The air grew heavy with tension as Lord Vader rose from his seat, his dark presence looming over me like a specter of doom. "You nearly jeopardized the mission, Amber," his voice echoed with a menacing undertone, sending shivers down my spine. I could only manage a feeble nod in response, my throat constricted with fear.

Before I could explain, Vader's voice sliced through the silence like a blade through flesh. "Excuses are worthless," he growled, his tone dripping with contempt. The sharp sting of his hand against my cheek silenced my protests, leaving me reeling in pain, a metallic taste of blood filling my mouth.

"Do you lack the capacity for independent thought?" His accusation hung heavy in the air, suffocating me with its weight.

Clutching my throbbing cheek, I mustered the courage to speak, though my voice trembled with fear and defiance. "No, Lord Vader, I couldn't refuse," I forced the words past my lips, each syllable weighted with desperation. "They compelled me, manipulated me..." My voice faltered, drowned out by the suffocating darkness of my shame.

Lord Vader's gaze bore into me like twin daggers, his silent judgment piercing through my defenses. Beside him, Kylo had his helmet off and his expression remained inscrutable, a silent witness to my humiliation. The room seemed to close in around me, a prison of shadows and despair, as I stood trembling before the embodiment of ultimate darkness.

Kylo's sinister chuckle echoed through the room, sending a chill down my spine as he twisted the truth with ease. "She's a liar, grandfather," his voice dripped with malice, each word like venomous daggers aimed at my already wounded pride. "Her foolishness nearly cost us everything. Trudgen may have led her astray, but she willingly followed."

Shock coursed through me as Kylo wove his web of deceit, his betrayal cutting deeper than any physical blow. I turned to Lord Vader, my eyes wide with disbelief, pleading for mercy in his cold gaze. "No, I'm not lying! Please, believe me!" I begged, desperation lacing my words, but Vader remained silent, his judgment heavy in the air.

Suddenly, a jolt of agony seared through me, a surge of electricity ripping through my body like a merciless storm. I screamed out in agony as my muscles convulsed, collapsing to the floor in a heap of pain and despair. Through the haze of agony, I felt someone crouching beside me, their grip on my hair like a vise, pulling me closer with cruel intent.

"Don't deceive me, Amber," a voice growled, low and menacing, as I caught a glimpse of his face through the haze of pain. Despite the torment, I couldn't help but notice his striking features, an unsettling contrast to the darkness that consumed him. At that moment, I realized the truth: both men were alluring in their twisted way, a devilish allure veiling their true malevolence.

"I'm not lying!" I shouted, my voice strained with defiance as I remained sprawled on the floor, determined not to yield to their cruelty. But Kylo's disdainful scoff only fueled my fury. "You're the liar, Amber! And it's pathetic that you would try to shift the blame onto me!" He spat out, his words laced with venom.

"But they did force me, and you condoned it!" I screamed at Kylo, my anger boiling over at his audacity to twist the truth. How dare he try to manipulate the situation to absolve himself of guilt? I heard a weary sigh from Lord Vader, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade through silk.

"Kylo, is it true? Did you authorize your men to do anything to her?" Lord Vader's voice held a hint of weariness, a subtle note of disappointment as he sought the truth from his grandson. I held my breath, waiting for Kylo's response, praying for justice to prevail.

But Kylo shook his head adamantly, his defiance in the air. "Grandfather, listen to me. She's lying," he insisted, his words dripping with disdain as he sought to undermine my credibility once more. My heart sank at his betrayal.

As Lord Vader dismissed us with a wave of his hand, I felt a surge of relief mingled with dread wash over me. Kylo put back on his mask and as I made my way to my cramped quarters, a dark presence loomed beside me, suffocating me with its malevolence.

Kylo's mocking laughter echoed in the narrow corridor, his taunts cutting through the silence like shards of broken glass. "You thought you could defy me, little girl?" His voice dripped with contempt, a cruel reminder of my powerlessness in the face of his dominance. "My grandfather doesn't need to know anything. Consider yourself lucky I spared you from a fate far worse than failure."

Anger surged within me, fiery defiance burning bright against the darkness that threatened to consume me. "To hell with you!" I spat out, my words fueled by defiance and righteous fury. But Kylo's response was swift and brutal, a gesture of his hand sending me crashing backward with a force that left me breathless and battered.

As he sauntered away, leaving me sprawled on the floor, I could only glare daggers at his retreating figure, a silent vow of vengeance burning in my heart. But amidst the chaos and turmoil, a familiar voice broke through the darkness, offering a glimmer of solace.

"Amber, you're back!" Daisy's warm voice reached my ears, pulling me back from the brink of despair. With her help, I rose to my feet, grateful for the support of a true friend in this sea of treachery.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, Daisy took my hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she led me into a room where Steph and Jasmine awaited. "We're having a girls' day!" Daisy announced with a smile as the door shut behind us and for the first time since our return, a flicker of hope ignited within me, grateful for the chance to escape the darkness and embrace the light of friendship once more.

Steph's voice broke the comfortable silence from the couch as she announced, "I snagged us some wine." Her relaxed posture and casual attire matched the laid-back vibe of our evening. Jasmine's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect.

Daisy's gasp of delight filled the room. "I can finally use the cute wine glasses I bought from that mission a while ago! Oh, Amber, here, you can change into these." Daisy handed me a bundle of clothes, and I eagerly accepted them. The fabric felt soft and inviting, promising a cozy evening ahead. With a nod of gratitude, I retreated to the bathroom to change.

As I slowly joined them on the couch, Steph's question about our mission to Vexus Prime hung in the air. Jasmine's gasp revealed her surprise. "They took you to Vexus Prime!? Why?" she exclaimed, her curiosity evident.

I let out a soft sigh, wrestling with whether to divulge the harrowing details of my experience. "I don't know, but it was hell for me," I admitted reluctantly. Memories of Kylo's coercive tactics flooded my mind—the provocative dress, the forced drinking. I hesitated, unsure if I should share the full extent of what happened.

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Before I could continue, a gentle hand rested on my shoulder, drawing my attention to Jasmine's reassuring presence. Her words echoed with sincerity. "You are deep in thought. We are your friends; we aren't going to ever judge you. Hell, I walked in on Daisy kissing Dax before."

Her candid admission eased some of the tension coiling within me. With a grateful nod, I realized that I could trust my friends with my vulnerabilities. Taking a deep breath, I resolved to open up about my ordeal, knowing that they would offer support and understanding.

Daisy's laughter filled the room, lightening the mood. "Yeah, and then he was like, 'Whoa, man, you kissed me'! He still doesn't get the hint to this day. Ha, so whatever you wanna say, please feel like my room is a safe space for not only you but all of us," she reassured, her tone warm and inviting.

Her words resonated deeply within me, reminding me of the unwavering support and acceptance that existed within our tight-knit group. With a sense of gratitude, I realized that I didn't have to bear my burdens alone. Drawing strength from their collective presence, I found the courage to share my experiences, knowing that they would listen without judgment and offer comfort in return.

As I bit my bottom lip, my hands fidgeted nervously, the weight of my words heavy on my tongue. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I recounted the nightmare I had endured at the hands of Kylo.

"Kylo is a mean prick," I began, my voice trembling with emotion. "He brought me into a room, grabbed my hair, and made me say yes to him, saying how his men could do anything to me that night." A shudder ran through me as the memory resurfaced, vivid and terrifying.

"Fun fact," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper, "I've never drunk or used drugs before. But that night, three of his knights forced me to drink, including him." The taste of alcohol lingered bitter on my tongue, a bitter reminder of my violation.

"And it doesn't stop there," I choked out, the words tumbling out in a rush. "As I was out of it, one of them took me into a room full of smoke and blew the smoke into my face. Then he shoved whatever he was using to get high into my mouth." My stomach churned at the memory of the suffocating haze and the sensation of being violated in the most intimate of ways.

"Then his hands," I whispered, my voice barely audible now, "were going high under my short-ass dress. I said no, but he just laughed it off, saying, 'Come on, I haven't had action in five months. It'll be our little secret. I don't want the other guys to find out!"

The weight of my confession hung heavy in the air, suffocating me with its raw honesty.

But as I looked into the eyes of my friends, I found solace in their unwavering support, knowing that I was not alone in my pain.

As they all looked at me, their expressions mirrored a mix of disbelief and outrage. I let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of their silent condemnation pressing down on me.

"Well, I ran out," I continued, my voice wavering slightly, "and I guess I somehow ran into the Shadowmaster. He took me into his office, then locked the room, shoved me onto a couch, and asked if I was a spy or a prostitute." The memory of that chilling encounter sent a shiver down my spine.

"Kylo came in to grab me," I recounted, my voice growing colder, "and the Shadowmaster asked Kylo if he could buy me. He agreed but for the next meaning today. But we left because I guess me getting that close with the Shadowmaster wasn't good."

I fell silent, the weight of my words hanging heavily in the air. The girls exchanged looks of dismay, their expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation. It wasn't anger or blame directed at me but rather a shared sense of indignation and sympathy for the ordeal I had endured. In their eyes, I saw solidarity and a silent vow to stand by my side, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

Daisy's expression twisted with anger as she shook her head. "That fucking prick, I hate him! I can't believe he did that to you. It's like he's trying to make you his slave. Please, don't feel obligated to drink the wine tonight," Daisy said, her voice laced with concern.

I offered her a grateful smile. "He's just... something else. But you know what? I think I might want to have some more wine," I said, trying to lighten the heavy mood.

She nodded, understanding my need to cope with the situation. Pouring a glass, Daisy handed it to me, her eyes filled with sympathy. As I took a sip, I couldn't deny that the wine wasn't horrible, but it certainly wasn't good either.

Steph's fiery determination to protect me from further harm filled the room with a sense of solidarity. "Girl, if I see him or the knights, I'll kick their effing asses! God, they don't need to do that to you because you are human, hello!" she exclaimed. I could only nod in agreement, touched by her fierce loyalty.

Jasmine's hesitant voice broke the tension as she played with her hands, her expression betraying her inner turmoil. "I have a question to ask you, don't be offended, please, but did Kylo ever do anything to you?" she inquired, her gaze fixed on Daisy. I watched Daisy's confusion mirrored in her expression, while Steph's surprise echoed my feelings.

Jasmine's question hung in the air, heavy with its implications. My heart raced as I froze, unsure how to respond. "Has he ever asked you to do sexual things for him or the knights?" she pressed, her gaze unwavering. I took a shaky breath before admitting, "Kylo said to me if they ask to screw you or do sexual favors, you say yes... because I was scared. What he would've done if I said no to him? Why do you ask?" I confessed, the weight of my words heavy on my conscience as I took a sip of my wine, trying to dull the discomfort.

Jasmine's revelation left me speechless, my mind reeling with the implications of her words. "Because when I got transferred over to him from Lord Vader, he made me do things for him and the knights, and that was way before you came along. So, I'm just sorry you are now dealing with him, and I hope he doesn't do anything to you," she explained, her voice laced with regret.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I recounted a recent unsettling encounter. "Well, when I was wearing my outfit and I came out, he pulled me into his side and had a hell of a grip on my hip," I recounted, the memory sending shivers down my spine.

Jasmine's puzzled expression mirrored my confusion. "He touched you like that in front of his men?" she questioned, disbelief coloring her tone.

I nodded grimly. "Yeah, it was strange, like he was trying to be possessive over me in front of his men," I explained, the realization sinking in.

Daisy intervened, her voice filled with determination to change the subject. "He's just trying to show his men what he can do.

Enough of him. We need a relaxing girls' night with just fun things like these!" she exclaimed, handing out face masks with a hopeful smile. I couldn't help but smile back, grateful for the distraction as I applied the soothing mask, trying to push aside the troubling thoughts that lingered in the back of my mind.

Steph poured more wine into our cups, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she took a sip. "Okay, I know what we have to do: marry, fuck, kill - cursed edition." We all turned to her, intrigued, urging her to continue. "Kylo Ren, Lord Vader, and Hux," she declared.

I furrowed my brows, unfamiliar with one of the names. "Who's Hux?" I inquired. Steph chuckled, explaining, "Oh, that dude always with Kylo Ren. Hux, he only micromanages the First Order." I nodded, finally grasping the reference.

Daisy let out a laugh before chiming in, "Okay, kill Kylo Ren, marry Hux, fuck Lord Vader."

Steph joined in the laughter. "See, I would probably kill Kylo Ren, marry Lord Vader, and fuck Hux."

Jasmine nodded in agreement. "That's what I would do! Kill Kylo Ren, marry Lord Vader, and fuck Hux. What about you, Amber?" she turned to me, curiosity evident in her eyes. hesitated for a moment before replying, "Kill Hux, marry Lord Vader, and fuck Kylo Ren." The girls exchanged smirks, clearly surprised by my choice.

"I mean, you go, girl! But if you hate him that much, why fuck him and not just kill him?" Steph inquired, her tone playful. I giggled, feeling the wine starting to cloud my judgment. "Hatefuck? I don't know, but have you guys seen him without his mask? He's like a god, even though he's a devil in disguise."

"You've seen Kylo Ren's face!?" they all shrieked at me in disbelief. I simply nodded.

"Yeah? You guys haven't?" Their heads shook in unison, their expressions a mix of curiosity and excitement. Then Daisy let out a girlish giggle. "Girl, I'm so amazed right now! What's he look like!?"

I glanced at Jasmine, surprised by their lack of knowledge. "You've never seen his face?" She shook her head. "They all would keep the mask on."

"Well, he's handsome," I began, recalling the image vividly in my mind. "His hair is brownish-black, long, with some perfect curls, and his eyes are hazel."

"He's a walking handsome devil," Daisy interjected, causing us all to burst into laughter. But despite the merriment, my thoughts kept drifting back to Kylo Ren. Damn this wine, I thought, blaming its effects for my wandering mind.

"Let's keep going! Um, let's see... Dax, Phil, and Yoda!" Jasmine suggested, prompting us to continue the game.

"I'll kill Dax, he's dumb. Marry Yoda and fuck Phil," Steph declared, a smirk dancing on her lips as she revealed her choices. We all glanced at her, amused by her boldness.

"Yep, I'll kill Yoda, fuck Dax, and marry Phil," Jasmine chimed in confidently.

"Hmm, probably kill Yoda, marry Dax, and fuck Phil. What about you, Amber?" they turned to me, eager to hear my response.

"I'll kill Dax, fuck Yoda, and marry Phil," I announced, prompting laughter from the group. "I love you! You are such a great addition to our friend group," Daisy exclaimed, expressing her appreciation. They all nodded in agreement.

That's when Daisy checked her watch. "Okay, let's take off the face masks now and then we can do something else fun," she suggested, signaling the end of our playful game.

We were all enjoying ourselves, chatting and laughing when a sudden loud noise shattered the jovial atmosphere. I felt a chill run down my spine as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. Rising from my seat, I could sense the tension in the air.

"Amber, what are you doing?" Daisy asked concern etched on her face as I moved toward the source of the disturbance. I hesitated, my mind racing with apprehension.

"I think it's Kylo," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't go out now, he's just throwing a temper tantrum like a child," Daisy reassured me, her words tinged with amusement. But I couldn't shake the feeling of dread gnawing at my insides. "I think I should go back to my room.

Thanks for tonight, it was needed and so much fun. I hope we can do this again. I'll give you your clothes back tomorrow," I said, already feeling the need to retreat.

Daisy shook her head, dismissing my concerns. "No, don't worry about it. They fit you better! And if you want to leave, that's fine. Just be safe if you run into Kylo," she replied, her voice laced with genuine concern.

Nodding in acknowledgment, I left her room, only to come face to face with Kylo at the end of the hallway. My heart pounded in my chest as he approached me with purposeful strides, his hand gripping my upper arm firmly as he dragged me down the corridor. Panic surged through me as I realized he was taking me to a room that didn't belong to any of us. It dawned on me that it was likely his room.

The sound of his mask being removed echoed through the room, and I caught sight of his face, marked with a dark scar. My breath caught in my throat as he spoke, his voice soft but laden with menace. "You! I don't know how you did it, but Grandfather did this to me, saying I was lying. Now it's time I repay what happened to me to you, but worse!" His words sent a shiver down my spine. What did he mean by worse? What did he have planned for me? Fear gripped me.