Trigger Warning: This FF contains dubcon, choking & forced orgasms, and some good Reylo angst towards the end. Mild TLJ spoilers.

Rey ran. Slow, too slow, like her shoes were stuck in the sinking sands. But she was in a forest. Yes, that's right. How did I get here? The memories slipped just out of reach, so she chased them. Each lift of her foot was weighed down further, heavier, by the humid air.

The ground caved around her shoes and she was falling in blackness. Rey opened her mouth to scream but couldn't. No sound came out. It built in her lungs, having no where to go.

She woke up in darkness, cold sweat coating her skin, panting, relieved immediately that it was just a dream. A night terror. She sat up until her back was up the headboard of the bed and looked around, not knowing where she was.

It all flooded back to her. The forest. The interrogation…

She had two silver cuffs around her wrists. They were completely smooth, not too shiny to see a reflection, but not terribly dull, either. Pulling one close, she inspected it, looking for a hinge, a keyhole, a light, but found nothing. Her face twisted with sinking horror as she lifted her hand to her neck and felt a similar ring around her neck.

Shaking her head, she inspected the other cuff. Nothing. Her hands grabbed the one around her neck but she couldn't reach her fingers around it. Too tight. Heart pounding, Rey kicked off the blankets and gasped at a sudden sharp pain in her abdomen.

She squeezed the cloth in her hand. Breathe, breathe. She reminded herself. The pain faded to a manageable soreness.

He had me, she remembered. He had used their bond to force her to orgasm, and then he had taken her. He put himself inside of her, while she was restrained and couldn't escape. I let him.

How long had she been sleeping? Rey touched her stomach, trying to remain calm despite the bubbling concoction of concerns. It wasn't likely. I don't know that.

The door hissed open. Kylo Ren entered, armored with his mask, a stormtrooper on each side. Their white uniforms only made him more daunting. Rey withdrew her hand and pulled the blanket over herself, tore her eyes away from him and realized that she was in his room.

"You're okay." He said, reading the concern on her face. "We gave you a temporary implant."

"What kind of implant?" Her voice quivered.

"To prevent pregnancy."

Rey's lips felt dry. "Why would… why would that be a concern?"

Kylo Ren stepped forward a few paces until he was about a foot away from the bed. "Because I own you. And we don't want any unnecessary complications or distractions from retrieving the map."

She hated his voice when he wore that thing. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. The tiny part of her in the back of her head wished he'd take it off and comfort her, but even she knew she wouldn't allow him to. She had to try and escape.

"You will do what you're told, when you are told as long as you're on my ship."

Rey glared at him. "Never."

He tilted his head ever so slightly.

"I'll not be a slave for you or anyone. Ever again. No." She had been a slave on Jakku. Well, not technically, it was more like indentured servitude. The concept remained.

"You may leave." Kylo said. At first Rey thought he might have been talking to her, but then the storm troopers turned on their heels and walked out. The door hummed closed.

More than she hated his voice in that helmet, was being alone with him in a room.

"Take the covers off." He instructed.

"No." But her arms moved on their own, flinging the blanket off of her. She gaped at herself. It was the cuffs. The cuffs had made her do it. The torn remains of her clothes had barely covered her at all. During the interrogation, he had ripped them off of her.

"Get out of those rags."

Grimacing, Rey shrugged off half of her shirt. Desperate to stop herself, she flung her back into the headboard and twisted, to keep the shirt from coming all of the way off. Her hands reached for her belt and began pulling down her pants.

"What's happening?" She asked as a tear slid down her red cheek.

"You're doing what you're told. If you just comply, it's much easier."

Her struggle with herself forced her onto her stomach, her pants now down past her knees. Her face was flush with embarrassment at the visual he must have had of her, now. It's not worth fighting anymore, she thought, realizing her ass was up in the air, exposing every most vulnerable part of herself right to him. She sobbed into the warm comfort of the blanket, grateful for its darkness as her hands moved on their own to remove the last of her clothes.

"You seem stressed."

An image flashed in her mind of herself and it was his view of her in this moment. She cringed, hugging her face deeper into the bunched up blanket around her face, being faced to see herself like that, it was so… vulgar.

"Play with yourself."

"Stop!" Rey's voice cracked.

"Don't worry about a show, just do whatever you normally do when no one's around."

He's enjoying this too much, she thought, sniffling as she struggled against the cuffs. She twisted her fingers in the sheets and rolled back around to her back, crossing her ankles to hide herself from him again and to keep her hands from doing as they were told.

"Stop. I like that better. Keep your hands on the bed, there at your sides."

"Please don't-"

"The only time you will open your mouth is to breathe." He tilted his head for just a second as another thought came to mind. "Or to moan my name."

Her jaw clamped shut. She screamed at him with her eyes.

A current began dripping down her spine, over her skin, around her thighs. It converged into a low hum on her clit. It was coming from the collar around her neck. Pleasure was how he liked to weaken her against him. He used the Force to make her…

Rey squeezed her eyes shut and turned her face away from him as the pleasure increased to a cadence, threatening already to pull her over. It tickled lightly over the tip of her clit, then pressed down deep, to her G-spot, then back again. It yanked her back and forth. A flurry of carnal agony.

"Look at me when you cum."

Her back made a violent twitch and she clenched her jaw, fighting herself as she stared into his dark, dangerous eyes. She scrambled through her mind, trying to think of something - anything - to shift her focus away from the building pressure between her legs.

He has Leia's eyes. Rey clung to that. The resistance. Her friends. Han Solo. All of those gorgeous green trees. Losing her bearings in the forest. Someone hunting her. The buzz of his lightsaber. The cold hand that wrapped around her body, paralyzing her before he kidnapped her.

The interrogation. How easily he had ripped her clothes-

Not that. She bit down hard on her bottom lip. Back to the green. The fighting!

He smiled - when did he take off his helmet? - and it was the same look he had on his face the first time he penetrated her. Her body remembered what it felt like and wanted it, craved it. Needed it.

She opened her mouth, intending to beg for mercy, but all that escaped her lips were unfamiliar moans of pleasure. She didn't want to cum, she didn't want him looking at her like this, all weak and hot and - no. please don't make me -

But she did.

Her legs shook and she fought to tear her gaze away from his but couldn't. Rey ached to touch herself, to make it better, last longer. She wanted him to touch her. She hated him for it. As the rush began to subside, Kylo grabbed her ankle and yanked her towards him.

"Lay down."

He instructed it as she had started to get up, thinking that she could just kick him in the head, but his hold was too strong. Still lingering in the wake of her orgasm, or because she was struggling to fight her body, her back arched and she pulled her hands over her face in frustration. He knelt between her legs, his naked body crushing hers to the mattress, and kissed her on the lips. It was cold and emotionless at first, and then there was something warm and fluid between their minds. He stopped and heat dissipated.

"I want you to answer me honestly, Rey."

Could he control her words, too? A film of tears formed again over her eyes, hateful, angry. He rolled next to her and gently rubbed a finger down her chin and neck, sending chills over her skin. He swirled it around her nipple, making it pucker up in response and she turned her head away from him.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes." She said immediately, then blushed. His hand cupped her breast, then slid down her waist. She shut her eyes, trying to focus away from him, but his touch and warmth kept drawing her back in as his hand reached her hips.

"What about this?" He rubbed her clit in small circles. A blooming explosion made her writhe.

Rey tried to clamp her jaw shut. Her body shook from the effort before she blurted out. "Yes!"

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes."

I do not!

As Kylo Ren kissed her again, deeply, and she kissed him back, his fingers explored her more, reading her mind and her body to see what felt best. She moaned into his mouth when he penetrated her with one finger.

"Do you want to cum again?" He asked, barely breaking their kiss.

"Please," she begged.

There was a nervous beat between them, like someone hit a pause button. The collar had been making her say these things, but always direct responses. Up until just now.

Rey clasped a hand over her mouth.

He could never control what she said. He tricked her. She shoved his chest as he let out a small laugh. She hit him again and the collar buzzed to life, flooding her spine with paralytic pleasure. Her hand clenched against his smooth chest.

"How does that feel?" He asked, forcing her to teeter on the edge of another orgasm. The combination of the Force and his fingers moving fast in and out of her, his palm rubbing against her clit made her dizzy.

"I hate you."

He kissed her neck. "I don't think you mean that. Look at yourself."

Images of herself, writhing, wet, and desperate flooded her mind. How she looked through his eyes, her body begging him for more. He showed her how she looked at him, her gaze always switching between lust and anger, desperation and denial.

He slipped a second finger inside her, eliciting a gasp while she continued her attempts to resist the pleasure.

This isn't working, she suddenly thought. I can't run away, he's in my head.

In a spark of inspiration, Rey turned and looked into his eyes while he fingered her. The only way out of this is through it. With only one fleeting moment of hesitation, Rey opened her mind, embracing every sensation he gave her, allowing it to flow through her however it did. She tried to reflect it back to him with her eyes.

He had been right, she did have feelings for him. It was painful not knowing how he felt, if this was some twisted power trip or something real. But maybe, she thought, just maybe, if she could make him see … if she just showed him her pure intentions, her heart, opened up to him, maybe he'd -

Kylo's body rolled over hers. His fingers slipped out and went into her hair, twisting around, pulling her head back. SHe felt him through his pants pressing against her, there, where she wanted him the most. Her hips gyrated on their own - no, I want this. I want him - hoping he'd end her lewd misery.

She wanted to scream, but bit it back, trying to melt into the quiet reassurances whispering in the back of her mind. It was easier when she kissed him back, so she did.

He let out a sudden groan of anger - lust? - and it made her jump. His hand came around her neck.

I trust you! She thought, hoping he could hear. Her heart pounding in terror. I trust you. Hopeful. Desperate.

"You shouldn't." He said.

Her face became warm and the room behind him shifted out of focus.

"I do," she said. "Because I think I love you."

She hated herself for saying it, but clung to the hope that putting it out there would help. Somehow.

"Ben," her face was becoming red. The pressure in her lungs grew, she could feel her heart pumping.

He let her go and stepped back from her. His mind opened to her and she saw all of the torment that brewed inside of him. Betrayal. Failure. Then it was gone too soon.

The silence thickened. One moment, he looked like he was going to walk out the door and the next, she became convinced he was going to have his way with her. She didn't move. She didn't think. She just stared at him, stuck in the intensifying purgatory.

A strange calm washed over him.

"Don't lie to me." He said.

Rey frowned, but before she could respond, another orgasm ripped through her. The sudden intensity locked her into her mind, her body a moaning, writhing mess before him. Right after the peak of it, he did it again. Rey grabbed the sheets, pulling them over herself. He yanked them away, and made her cum again. Tears streamed down her face from sheer exhaustion. Kylo grit his teeth in frustration.

She gasped, panting to catch her breath but it wasn't enough time before the next one came.

"You're weak." He said, scowling, almost yelling, but she could barely comprehend his words. "You're nothing. You're a nobody from nowhere."

"I can't-" She gasped before another one tore through her. It was too much. She was sweating, crying, overwhelmed. The bed spun. Her calves ached. She tried to wrap herself in the blanket for comfort, but then threw it from her because of the heat. "Please," she sputtered. Her skin was on fire, her muscles yearned for him to fill her and it was humiliating. She wanted to run away from him, but couldn't. It was too late for that, anyway.

Her responses faltered from flails to twitches as he dumped his energy on her, raping her with his mind. Visions flooded her mind of him fucking her everywhere - everywhere. The forest where they met. The interrogation room. Here in the bedroom. It's everything the dark parts of her mind wanted them to be and she succumbed to the current. The sheets were soaked with her, sweat, tears, her wetness. Her abs ached as she lay there, and in a moment of peace, before he could hit her again, everything went black.