TW//: Mature language, Mature themes, Swearing
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As I was in his office, the air thickened with tension, though initially, thoughts of him stirred pleasant sensations within me. But those feelings quickly soured as he roughly threw me onto the couch, his weight bearing down on me like a suffocating darkness. My attempts to speak were stifled by his imposing presence.
"I-" I began, only to be silenced by a dismissive shake of his head as his hand crept under the fabric of my dress. His voice, dripping with menace, sliced through the air like a knife. "I've never seen you before. So either you're a little prostitute or a spy. Which one are you?"
Confusion clouded my mind at his accusation. prostitute or spy? The options seemed equally absurd and terrifying. Gathering my wits, I shook my head vehemently. "I'm... I'm neither, sir."
His scoff echoed in the room, sending a shiver down my spine. Rising from his predatory stance, he regarded me with cold disdain. "Then why are you here in my club?" His question hung in the air like a guillotine blade, poised to strike.
"I just wanted to show off my outfit," I blurted out, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. I cursed myself internally, feeling foolish for stumbling over such a feeble excuse. Why did I always seem to end up in situations that made me feel like a complete idiot? It wasn't my fault; it was those blasted Knights of Ren and their meddling that led me here.
As he circled me like a predator stalking its prey, his words cut through the tense silence like a blade. "You are very attractive, you must know that, especially wearing this outfit and collar," he observed, his tone laced with a sinister edge. "But I think you are lying to me. I've seen you here with a group of men. The group of men, to be exact, the Knights of Ren."
His accusation hung in the air, heavy and accusatory, tightening the knot of anxiety in my stomach. How could I explain my presence without revealing the truth? The weight of his scrutiny bore down on me, threatening to expose the fragile facade I had constructed.
My heart lurched as he seized the leash attached to my collar, yanking it with a forceful tug that sent a jolt of pain shooting down my spine. I winced, feeling the sharp pull of metal against my skin as his grip tightened, his fingers like vices of steel.
"So what are you? A prostitute or a spy?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous, dripping with menace. His eyes bore into mine, probing for any hint of deception. The threat lingered in the air like a storm cloud, suffocating and inescapable.
"Don't lie to me," he continued, his words laced with a chilling finality. "Because in seconds, I could have you disappeared, and no one would ever notice or even care."
His words hung in the air like a death sentence, weighing heavily upon me. Fear clawed at my chest, threatening to overwhelm me entirely. In that moment, I realized the precariousness of my situation, trapped between the jaws of a predator with no means of escape.
In the darkness of the room, my heart hammered against my ribcage as I uttered those damning words, the only lifeline I could grasp in the clutches of impending doom. "I'm sorry I lied, sir," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper amidst the suffocating tension. "I'm really a prostitute for the Knights of Ren."
I could feel the bile clawing its way up my throat, threatening to betray the fear coursing through my veins. But it was the look in his eyes that sent a chill down my spine, a gaze so penetrating it felt like he was peering into the darkest corners of my soul. His eyes, once filled with curiosity, now turned abyssal, swallowing every hint of mercy or compassion.
As the silence stretched like a taut wire between us, my mind raced with images of the horrors this man was capable of, the tales whispered in hushed tones of his merciless wrath. Panic surged within me, a suffocating tide threatening to drown my senses as I awaited his judgment, knowing full well the consequences of my deceit.
"I was right then, why not let me take this collar off of you and you give me a good time, hmm?" His voice slithered through the air like a serpent, laden with promises of pain and pleasure intertwined. With a cruel tug on the leash, he pulled me closer, his hands tracing the contours of my trembling form, claiming every inch of exposed skin as his own. Heat rose within me, fueled by a cocktail of fear and revulsion, my body betraying me as it responded to his touch.
But just as the room threatened to spiral into oblivion, he paused, his gaze piercing through the haze of my disorientation. "You look sick, are you alright?" His words cut through the fog, a stark reminder of the precariousness of my situation. I shook my head, bile rising once more, threatening to spill forth.
With a dismissive roll of his eyes, he grabbed a nearby trash can, a makeshift vessel for my distress. I crumpled to the floor, the pain of my knees striking the ground lost amidst the overwhelming nausea that consumed me. As I emptied the contents of my stomach, he lit a cigarette with practiced indifference, the smoke curling around him like a shroud of apathy.
A knock at the door shattered the oppressive silence, drawing his attention away from me. With measured steps, he approached the entrance, unlocking it with an air of casual authority. The sound of Kylo's voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I rose unsteadily to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I watched their interaction unfold, the weight of his menacing presence lingering like a shadow over us both.
"It seems you have something of mine, Vincent," Kylo's voice sliced through the tension, a beacon of salvation in the suffocating darkness of the room. Relief flooded through me like a tidal wave, grateful for his timely intervention amidst the suffocating grip of despair. Yet, beneath the veneer of gratitude lay a festering pool of disgust, the memory of bile burning my throat from the forced consumption of alcohol still fresh in my mind.
As Kylo's gaze pierced through the shadows, a silent exchange passed between us, a fleeting acknowledgment of the unspoken horrors endured in his absence.
Vincent's words cut through the air like a whip, his tone dripping with derision and contempt. "Kylo Ren, you might want to find a new one who can handle their alcohol. She didn't do anything, but maybe when you and your knights are done, let me have a go at her?" Each syllable carried the weight of his depravity, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked within the confines of his twisted desires.
I watched in silent dread as Kylo's laughter echoed through the room, a haunting melody that sent shivers down my spine. "We'll see, Vincent. Now that you know she's mine, give her to me." His words, though laced with amusement, carried the unmistakable edge of command, a reminder of his dominance over both Vincent and myself.
In that moment, I felt the weight of Kylo's possessiveness settle upon me like a suffocating shroud, his claim over me binding me tighter than any physical restraint ever could. As I stood in silent submission, I could only pray that Kylo's mercy would outweigh Vincent's depravity, sparing me from the horrors that awaited in the darkness of their intentions.
"I'd love to, Ren, but you know what? Maybe I'll just pay you some credits for just a night with her," Vincent's voice dripped with venom, his words a chilling echo of his sinister intentions. My heart pounded in my chest like a trapped animal, each beat a frantic plea for escape from the impending nightmare.
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Turning to Kylo, I beseeched him with eyes wide with terror, silently pleading for mercy in the face of Vincent's depravity. But Kylo's gaze remained cold and impassive, his indifference a stark reminder of my utter powerlessness in the grip of his authority.
As the weight of Vincent's offer hung heavy in the air, a suffocating dread settled over me like a shroud, the promise of his credits a hollow mockery of the agony that awaited me at his hands. I knew then, with bone-chilling certainty, that Kylo would not intervene, that he would stand idly by as I was sold like chattel to the highest bidder.
As Kylo's cold words pierced the air, I felt a chill run down my spine. "I'll give you her tomorrow night," he declared, his voice devoid of any hesitation. Vincent, the man he was negotiating with, grinned sinisterly, extinguishing his cigarette before extending his hand. "That will do. You can take her. I'll see her tomorrow night then."
Kylo's grip on my arm tightened, sending a jolt of pain through me. I could already sense the bruises forming. Hastily, we made our way out of Vincent's office, With a forceful shove, Kylo propelled me outside, causing my head to collide with the unforgiving wall.
Face to face with Kylo, his menacing presence looming over me, he unleashed his fury. "You stupid fucking idiot! You know that was the shadowmaster, right?" His words cut through me like a knife. "God, I should have just let him do whatever he wanted tonight. But no, I listened to my grandfather."
"We're done with this mission. We are going back to our ship early morning. Now, let's go!" With that, he stormed off, leaving me standing alone, my heart racing with fear and frustration. With my leash metaphorically dragging behind me, I scrambled to catch up with him, knowing that in his eyes, failure was not an option.
We stepped into the apartment, greeted by the sight of the guys engrossed in a video game, the air thick with smoke from some illicit substance. Kylo, silent as ever, disappeared into his room with a resounding slam of the door. Relief washed over me as someone approached from behind, deftly removing my collar. The sensation of freedom tingled through me, albeit tinged with an unfamiliar sense of vulnerability. I instinctively rubbed my neck, the skin tender from the constant confinement.
Turning around, I found myself face to face with Ushar. Gratitude bubbled up within me, and I enveloped him in a tight hug. His rigid response reminded me of the boundaries between us, and I quickly released him, pretending to busy myself with removing my shoes. But even in that mundane task, I couldn't escape the scrutiny of the others, their gazes lingering where they shouldn't.
As Kylo emerged from his room, the tension in the air became heavy. His gaze bore into his men, accusing them of their failure. "We are leaving early in the morning. We are done with this mission," he declared, his voice dripping with menace. His attention then turned to me, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my blood run cold.
"And who the fuck said you could take that collar off?" His words were like a slap to the face, jolting me out of my daze. Panic surged within me as I scrambled to rectify my mistake. "I-I'll put it back on," I stammered, reaching for the discarded collar. But before I could, a wave of nausea overcame me, sending me sprinting towards the bathroom.
The sound of retching filled the air, followed by a heavy sigh of sympathy. "I'm really sorry they forced you to drink. You can say no. You're a human, Amber," Cardo's voice reached me through the haze of sickness. I shook my head weakly in response, forcing myself to stand upright. Cardo offered me a toothbrush and toothpaste, a silent gesture of kindness that I accepted with a nod of gratitude, seeking solace in the mundane task of brushing my teeth.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice the faint mark left on my neck by Trudgen. A surge of frustration and despair threatened to overwhelm me, and I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. Why did my life have to spiral into this chaos?
I blinked back the tears, refusing to let them fall. The longing for the simplicity of my old life on Tatooine gnawed at me. Back then, I was just a hunter, living a mundane existence devoid of the constant threat and manipulation that now defined my days. How I wished I could turn back time, to escape this nightmarish reality and return to the comfort of my former life. But such wishes were futile, mere fantasies in the face of the harsh truth of my existence.
"Trudgen is an asshole. If he wasn't so trashed, I'd probably beat him up," Cardo's words were laced with anger and concern. His empathy washed over me like a soothing balm, offering a rare moment of solace amidst the chaos. "You don't deserve to have this happen to you."
His offer to take care of me, to provide a safe haven in his room and offer me the comfort of his bed, was both unexpected and desperately welcomed. I nodded in silent gratitude, too drained to muster any words. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my shoulders, each moment feeling like an eternity in this relentless nightmare. All I wanted was to escape into the oblivion of sleep, to find respite from the torment of the day.
We got into his room and he pulled out clothes "here this will do I'll leave you to get changed" As I hastily shed the confining layers of my dress, eager to escape their suffocating embrace, the sound of the door creaking open sent a jolt of panic coursing through me. Before I could react, Trudgen barged in, catching me in a vulnerable state. With a quick, reflexive movement, I snatched Cardo's shirt and pulled it over my body, leaving me clad only in my panties beneath its oversized fabric.
My heart raced with a mixture of embarrassment and fear, my cheeks burning crimson with the sudden intrusion. Trudgen's presence loomed over me like a dark cloud, his gaze predatory and menacing. I braced myself for whatever onslaught of taunts or threats he had in store, feeling exposed and defenseless in my makeshift attire.
"You don't belong in here," he slurred, his tone laced with malice.
Summoning whatever courage I had left, I replied with a shaky voice, "Cardo is giving me his bed."
Trudgen's nod did little to ease my apprehension as he continued to leer at me with a predatory smirk. "You can sleep in my bed with me," he suggested, his tone dripping with suggestive intent.
The bile rose in my throat, a sickening sensation overwhelming me as I fumbled with the sweatpants, desperate to shield myself from his lecherous gaze. But my efforts were halted by Trudgen's chilling words. "I'd personally prefer if you didn't have pants on for one," he murmured, his voice low and menacing.
With a surge of defiance fueled by anger and desperation, I unleashed a torrent of words at Trudgen, my voice ringing out with a ferocity I didn't know I possessed. "I'd personally prefer if you can just leave me alone! I'm not feeling well because you all forced me to drink, and if you could just stop harassing me because if I'm not mistaken, you said you fucking hate me, so leave me alone!"
In my fury, I shoved him away from me, the force of my actions causing him to stumble and fall to the ground with a resounding thud. The door flew open, and Trudgen's head connected with a sharp impact, eliciting a muffled laugh from me amidst the chaos.
Confusion and concern flashed across the faces of the other guys as they took in the scene before them. "The fuck?" Vicrul voiced their collective bewilderment, while Kuruk wasted no time in taking charge, grabbing Trudgen and vowing to deal with him. "I'll get him to sleep out here on the couch. He won't bother you again. Um, you can continue to get dressed," Kuruk assured me, his tone earnest as he ushered the others out of the room.
Alone at last, I retrieved my discarded pants from the floor, hastily pulling them on as a sense of exhaustion settled over me like a heavy blanket. Climbing into the bed, I closed my eyes, longing for the sweet embrace of sleep to wash away the turmoil of the day. Mentally and physically drained, I surrendered to the darkness, hoping to find solace in the oblivion of dreams.
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As I was abruptly jolted awake, my vision blurred and my senses scrambled to make sense of the abrupt disturbance. The first thing that greeted me was the chilling sight of a mask, hovering mere inches from my face. My heart leaped in terror, the realization sinking in that it was Kylo, his ominous presence looming over me like a shadow in the dimly lit room.
His command sliced through the air like a blade, leaving no room for argument or hesitation. "Get dressed!" he barked, his voice a low, menacing growl that sent shivers down my spine. Without waiting for a response, he thrust a pile of clothes in my direction, his gloved finger jabbing accusatorily at me.
I recoiled, both from his sudden intrusion and the weight of his authority bearing down on me. The urgency in his tone was noticeable, a stark reminder of the danger that lurked beyond the confines of our sanctuary. "You slept in Cardo's bed, making it take forever to find you," he seethed, his eyes boring into mine with a fierce intensity that brooked no argument. "We are running behind. I don't need Vincent to know we left, so hurry up!"
With that ominous warning hanging in the air, he pivoted on his heel and disappeared from the room, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease in his wake. As the door slammed shut behind him, I was left alone with my racing thoughts, scrambling to process the implications of his words.
Frantically, I scrambled out of Cardo's clothes, discarding them in a heap on the floor, and hastily donned the garments Kylo had tossed my way. Each article of clothing felt like a weighty reminder of the perilous path we tread, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, waiting to ensnare us in their grasp.
As the ship's departure neared, a sense of urgency gripped me, propelling me to dash towards the vessel. My heart raced as I glimpsed Kylo Ren, his imposing figure obscured behind a sinister mask, casting a chilling gaze in my direction. Tremors of apprehension tingled down my spine as I noticed the shock collar clutched tightly in his gloved hand.
A shiver coursed through me as Kylo's steely masked eyes bore into mine, a silent command urging compliance. With measured steps, I approached him, a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach. Without a word, he fastened the collar around my neck, its metallic clasp sending a jolt of electricity surging through my veins. The searing pain ripped through me, rendering me momentarily paralyzed, gasping for breath.
"That's for sleeping in my men's bed," Kylo's voice echoed with icy menace, punctuated by another agonizing shock that sent me crashing to the floor. Each pulse of electricity felt like a punishment etched into my very being, a reminder of his authority and my subservience.
As I struggled to rise, my muscles protesting against the torment, Kylo's words sliced through the air like a blade. "And this one is for what happened at the club. You better get used to suffering," he sneered, his tone dripping with malice. Every fiber of my being screamed for retaliation, yet fear held me captive, chaining me to my seat with a silent obedience.
In the depths of despair, a dark thought whispered through my mind like a venomous serpent, tempting me with the allure of escape from the relentless torment. God, I hate this. I'd rather just meet my end now, I silently lamented, the words echoing hollowly within the confines of my mind.
Suddenly, Kylo's voice pierced the silence, his tone laced with a chilling blend of malice and amusement. "Don't worry. I wish I could give you your end now," he taunted, his voice distorted by the modulated filter of his mask. A shiver of dread rippled through me as the realization dawned—had I unwittingly vocalized my innermost thoughts?
Stunned into silence, I remained motionless, grappling with the unsettling revelation. Was Kylo capable of reading my mind, or was it merely a cruel coincidence? Unable to discern the truth, I shook off the intrusive thought, forcing myself to focus on the scenery outside the window.