The feeling of dread sits in as it is almost choosing time. You don’t know how many years it’s been, time has moved so slowly. But as bad as the conditions are here, you dread the conditions out there, you don’t know who you’re going to or worse: what they want.
They herd you into a line with the others, all dressed in scantily clad clothing, rags really, and chains. The chains around your wrists and ankles are cold and heavy. As much as you long for them to be gone, you’re afraid to be chosen.
A tall man with ginger hair walks in, head to toe in black. He looks up and down at all the girls before he stops at you.
“Her,” he says, pointing to you. “She will do.”
“Are you sure?” The slave owner says. “She’s so plain.”
“No, he’s perfect for him.”
You wonder who “he” is.
“C’mon, girl,” the slave owner says and drags you out of the line and towards the man. “Do you want her shackles removed?”
“No,” he says. “But give the key in case he wants them removed.”
The slave owner drags you out of the room and follows the man down the hall and into the ship docking bay. She throws you into the back of the ship.
“You should consider yourself lucky,” she says. “You do realize who is your new owner don’t you, slave?”
“What? Who?” You say quickly but she disappears.
The man stands over you and cracks his knuckles. “Stay quiet and don’t make yourself known until we get there. And even when we get there you will do as I say, is that clear?”
You nod slowly.
The ride to wherever you’re going doesn’t last long, and when the ship stops the man drags you to your feet.
“Now, you must do what he says. You’re his now.” He says. “Now, follow me.”
You follow him down a dark hallway until you reach a black door. The door opens after he unlocks it with a passcode. Looking inside you realize it’s a bedroom and your heart sinks into your throat. So that’s what you’re here for.
There is a small bed in the corner and a big bin in the middle filled with what looks like ashes.
“Wait here on the bed,” he says and disappears.
It isn’t long before you hear voices outside of the door and the door opens up.
“What is it that you got for me, Hux?” the voice says. His voice sounds garbled like it’s under some kind of apparatus.
In walks a tall man dressed in long robes with a black scarf and a black helmet on. Behind him is Hux, the ginger-haired man.
“What did. You. Get. Me?” The man in the helmet says.
“I got you a slave girl for your birthday, Ren,” Hux says.
“A slave girl?” Ren asks.
“What’s your name, girl?” Hux asks you.
“Y/N,” you mutter.
“Speak up,” Hux says and you repeat your name.
“Y/N…” Ren says softly.
“Do you like her?” Hux asks.
“Get out,” Ren says suddenly. It’s apparent that he’s the one in charge.
“Enjoy your gift,” Hux says before leaving.
Ren paces the room and smooths his hair over his helmet.
“Y/N…” Ren says. “My name is Kylo Ren.”
You jolt a little bit. THE Kylo Ren?
“Are you comfortable?”
The question surprises you, isn’t he supposed to be the most evil guy in the galaxy second to Snoke?
“I’m okay,” you admit. The bed is the most comfortable thing you’ve sat on in years. You were used to sleeping on a pile of hay.
Suddenly he reaches up and removes his helmet. You see a flash of black wavy hair and smooth pale skin. He has soft looking pink lips. Kylo Ren is beyond gorgeous and you can’t believe it. THE Kylo Ren. You must have looked shocked because an amused smile lilts on those perfect lips.
“Not what you expected?”
“Not exactly,” you admit.
“What do you think I’m going to do to you?” Kylo asks you.
You’re mind goes a million places.
“It’s my birthday you know,” he says.
“I heard,” you say. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you,” he says and crosses his arms. “To be honest, the idea of a slave is preposterous. Hux is so stupid sometimes. I can have whatever I want you know. And he thinks I need a slave to get what I want?”
“Sorry,” you say.
“Don’t be sorry, Y/N” he says and he walks towards you, extending his gloved hand forward. You jolt back. ”What’s wrong?”
“I’m not used to being called by that name,” you say. “It’s usually ‘girl’ or ‘slave”.”
“Y/N…It’s a beautiful name,” Kylo says and he strokes your cheek.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
He drops his hand to the side and watches you with curious eyes. “Don’t be afraid,” he says. “I’m not going to do anything to you.”
“Well, I am going to get you a room here, and a job,” he says. “How does that sound, Y/N?”
“Yes,” Kylo says and smiles softly. “You deserve so much more.”
He leans forward and kisses you on the cheek and your skin feels electric under those soft lips.
“Welcome to the First Order, Y/N.”
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