Rey stared at his face for the first time. The industrial lighting of the cell glinted in his black eyes, expressive, like his mother. Time seemed to stand still as they stared at each other. For those few, peaceful moments Kylo Ren and Rey were not enemies, just two individuals regarding one another.

Her heart began to pound, time caught up with her and she tore her gaze away. Every step he took towards her made her itch to escape. Don't come closer, don't - she pleaded internally, struggling in the restraints. He stopped less than a foot away, his eyes burning a hole in her face.

"Tell me about the droid."

Rey rattled off some hardware facts she knew he didn't care about. He interrupted her, mentioning that he had some of the map from it already. She couldn't focus on everything he was saying, his presence was distracting to her. Not fear, like Kylo would have preferred, but something else. A light at the end of a long dark hallway, in one of those dreams where you can only walk like you're trudging through molasses. The kind where the light gets a little farther away every few steps you manage to take.

"- Somehow you convinced the droid to show it to you. You. A scavenger."

Unable to go anywhere, all Rey shot him a hateful glare, but more pain showed through than she intended. If this was her last stance, she'd go down fighting him however she could.

"You know I can take whatever I want."

A tide gushed from her stomach to her chest and simmered in her fingers, washing away her trepidation. She could feel her pulse, pounding faster in her neck. Rey suddenly couldn't take her eyes off of him. A fading voice in the back of her mind screamed at her to fight it, but it was a whisper in the crowd.

Kylo paused, regarding her for a moment as though he pressed a pause button for only a second. "Don't be afraid, I feel it, too."

His hand came and gently brushed the side of her face, bringing another flurry from her core. She recoiled from the prickly sensation of his invisible probing in her temple.

A memory was pulled to the front of her mind. On Jakku she had sold her virginity to a passing pilot named Grifthe. He made small talk after catching her collect some portions. He made her laugh. That was a rare trait to find in any Jakku inhabitant, or even the sparse visitors. After they had spent the day chatting, come nightfall she had offered it, intending to hitch a ride off of the desert planet. She crammed herself into a stowaway compartment before he woke up the following morning. He had caught her when, of all things, she sneezed. He kicked her off of his ship, but not before telling her that if she had simply asked, he would have taken her anywhere.

"That's interesting," Kylo Ren smirked.

"Get out of my head." Rey gasped. A bead of sweat trickled from her scalp down the back of her shirt. His curiosity was peaked, burning. A stern voice in the back of his head chastised this had nothing to do with the map. This is vulnerable memory for her, he reasoned. I can exploit it.

The sex was alright, she supposed, considering that she didn't have anything to compare it to. He was kind to her at least. Caressing her stomach and thighs, taking his time before gently taking off her clothes. He was so good with his hands, the way he touched her and seemed to read her body, knowing what to do and how to do it to feel even better than she did when she was alone. Rey considered that he must have been with many women. All the while, he asked her if she was okay and encouraged her to speak up if something wasn't right.

Rey tried to imagine a metal door to shut Kylo Ren out. "Stop, please."

Kylo Ren was grinning sadistically, the force of his invasion threw her head back into the restraint.

"Not many women get such a good first time. You should count yourself lucky."

Rey squeezed her eyes shut.

"Don't be afraid," Kylo said, his voice a hint softer. "I can feel it, too."

She was back on that thin mattress, under the pilot's body while he pumped into her. Her hands rested awkwardly on his waist, feeling lost in uncertainty, not knowing what to do or how to do it, lost and aimlessly floating along the waves of pleasure. Something started building within her, but she never hit the peak of it. As Grifthe came, he lifted his body and looked down into her eyes.

But she didn't see Grifthe's kind face.

It was Kylo's.

Rey screamed, bursting out of the memory like forcing herself from a dream, eyes wide, tears streaming down her face, leaning forward, pulling on the chains that held her. How dare he corrupt her past, her memories like that. As if invading upon such a private memory was detestable enough, inserting himself into one, such an intimate was taking the violation to a whole new level.

She clung to that reasoning, that encroachment to hide the dark, sinking truth she couldn't admit to herself.

"You put that there." She spat, half in hate and half in hurt.

Kylo's lips twitched into a smirk at the corners. "If I wanted to waste my time with you, it wouldn't be anything like that." He shamelessly looked over her body, slowly, like she was a piece of meat on display. As though he was considering it. Implying that it wouldn't be considerate or gentle - rough. She couldn't help but think of what that would be. Right now?

That's how it would have to be, she thought. I would never let him and he knows it. He'd have to take it... take me. I'll scream. I'll scream so loud I'll make his ears bleed, I'll-

Rey flinched as he grabbed her jaw in his hand and leaned forward until his face was an inch from hers. She locked eyes with him, holding her ground. Terrified. Do it. Do it and get it over with. Give me one more reason to hate you, one more excuse to bludgeon my staff over your skull.

An image of him kissing her came flooding into her mind. How their lips would feel against each other. Her hate and fear melted away, filling her with warm, comforting darkness. The restraints that held her vanished in the vision and her fingers tangled into his black hair, pulling him closer to her. When he couldn't get closer she wrapped her legs around his, insatiable...

Kylo's hand dropped from her jaw and he stormed away from her. The soothing sensation ripped out from her chest, painful. Like he had torn it right out of her soul. She stared, bewildered, at his back. He was shaking. He's getting angry and impatient, now.

Those thoughts couldn't have been hers. Her lips prickled, a phantom sensation from the image.

Were they his?

Had she entered his mind? Does he really-

"The map!" Kylo Ren screamed, making her jump. He spun, his black robes swirling around his imposing figure. "No more distractions. You will show me the map!"

She didn't know where her strength came from, now, but she grasped that vision of a dark metal door and held onto it, blocking him out.

Desperate for information, Kylo Ren returned to her. This time he didn't touch her, but he reached his hand out, fingers out stretched. Rey's door was impregnable.

"I'm not giving you anything." She huffed from the strain to maintain the solid image. She imagined it with locks, with bars, with reinforced hatches, with-

"Doors are made for opening."

As he said it, she couldn't help but imagine it. The door lifted open.

No! Fight him.

Blinding light spilled out behind it and Rey pushed back, now aiming to penetrate his mind to keep him out of hers. As the light and darkness clashed, it colored a new vision.

Their naked bodies together, tangled in sheets somewhere unknown. His hand on her face. Her legs around his, hips rising to meet his, being crushed under his weight. He buried himself into the deepest parts of her, never being able to get deep enough, close enough. Her nails on his back, in his hair - not in anger or hate, but pure, raw passion. A primal craving. His hands ran over her skin, squeezing her, kissing every part that his lips could reach. When he wasn't kissing her he was staring into her eyes, gazing, overflowing with -

Kylo Ren retreated and the sudden vapidness left when he ripped away from her again knocked Rey out of his mind. They were both panting. Sweating. Rey had felt all of it as though it happened. It was real enough to leave her baffled, grasping for reality, trying to extinguish the fire rippling over her skin. She couldn't ignore it anymore. Between her thighs, she was so swollen, so aching for his touch, she needed to scream. Or cry.

Or beg.

Rey hardened against that. She would never beg him for anything. Least of all that.

The dark prince was staring at her blankly at first, and then his expression shifted to amusement.

"This should be easy." He said, returning to her again, but walking slower, more cautiously

"Those aren't my thoughts." Rey's voice shook with her head. If he was equally affected by the visions, she could not tell. He must be, she figured, given all of the back and forth.

Kylo's hands fell down to her belt and undid it. Rey struggled hard, making the restraints clang violently.

"What are you doing?" She hissed.

"Trying a different approach."

Rey stared down at her undone belt. He put one finger on the exposed part of her stomach, and traced down her skin a line until he touched the button holding her pants on. Rey held her breath, caught between wanting him to be done with it, and her ache for release. Would it be like that? She wondered. Hot and dark. Would it really feel as good as it did in their linked minds? She waited, impatient. Hesitant. Helpless. Kylo wrapped his hand around her hip.

He was smiling to himself, staring at her. His thumb caressed over her for a couple of strokes. Rey, confused by the expression on his face, began to pick at his mind. He closed the last of the distance between them, his robes brushed against her legs. She tried to look away from him but couldn't. His leg came between hers. Rey began to shake, feeling weakened and hot.

"I-I'm not attracted to you." She lied through gritted teeth.

"Aren't you?" His hand slid up her waist and lingered on the edge of her rib cage. His body this close to hers felt more restrictive than the bonds that held her. Rey forced her face away from his, and he leaned into her neck, his breath sending ripples over her skin. His fingers continued crawling up her side until they finally reached the wrap of bands that held her breasts.

In their shared mind, Kylo ripped them off of her. He crushed his lips to hers, holding her face in both hands while having his way with her. She kissed him back, letting him, surrendering to him, matching his fervor. She aching to move with him, to touch him and being tragically unable to. He undid her restraints and they fell to the cold floor, rolling around, his cloak wrapping around both of them until she had him beneath her. The light shined down over her, illuminating her like a goddess as she sat up, smiling down at him, radiating happiness and lo-

"You're not even trying to get the map." Rey suddenly spoke. A silver wall came up, separating their minds again. Kylo was squeezing her.

Kylo's gaze refocused, his skin prickling. He had felt it as though it had actually happened. Rey was scowling hatefully at him. He let go of her.

"Those aren't my thoughts," she shook her head. "I would rather give myself as a pleasure slave to a ... a hutt. I would never-"

"Don't flatter yourself." Kylo Ren snapped. She was a caged animal. He put his hand on her waist again to probe more, but he was too strained, now. Rey flung him off of her, across the room where he landed on the opposite wall with a heavy crash that echoed down the hall. While he recuperated, Rey scavenged through his unguarded mind, peeking through the crevices for something, anything, until she was finally pulled towards -

"You." She was beaming as Kylo Ren came back and was looking at her now, his fear laid out, barren to her. "You're afraid... that you'll never be as strong as Darth Vader!"

With his face twisted up, lips pursed together indignantly, Kylo Ren stormed out of the room and she felt like she could breathe again.

Rey schemed in her solitude, but the back of her mind wandered, replaying the memories he drudged up. She couldn't remember what that Grifth's face looked like.