#thread; whatyoustartcd

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Rey slunk out of the room she had met with Snoke in like someone who’s pride had been severely hurt. She’d tried so hard, trained so long to be as strong as she could possibly be, and yet here she was - in levels of shame that rivalled even the physical pain she was in. How hard had she trained to be a successful Knight, and she could barely even limp towards her quarters. 

When Rey returned to her room, she shut the door and sat down with a heavy sigh. Her body was exhausted and shook with frustration, and before she could even begin to un-bandage the blaster wound on her shoulder she felt a sob wrack her body. She felt beyond pathetic that she couldn’t even avoid a blaster to the shoulder and a punch to the face, after everything she’d trained to do - the heat of the moment had proven too much. Snoke had directed nothing but anger towards her. While the mission was a success, she was a failure.

Looking at the wound on the shoulder she grimaced, pulling a face as she looked at how the skin around it had swollen and coloured a funny shade of greenish-purple. It was infected, but she hardly cared, taking a gloved finger from the opposite hand and poking it into the hole in her shoulder.

Rey couldn’t help but cry out with pain, but instead of the anger she hoped to feel, she instead just let out another sob and felt hot tears run down her cheeks.

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Rey watched him as he muttered, her eyes flitting over his injuries. For someone who couldn’t care less, she certainly seemed concerned over at least taking full inventory of what had happened to him. 

“So who did it?” She asked him, trying to start casual conversation in the hopes that he’d at least hang around if she tried to make it into some kind of interaction.

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Rey watched as Kylo left, feeling the ghost of his lips against hers and his words echoing in her head. He loved her, and she couldn’t be happier. She wanted to express that joy outwardly, she wanted to turn around and tell someone that she was in love, that she was starting a family, but from start to finish this whole thing had been a secret. Now she was going to leave her friends, the Resistance, everything she had, and no one would ever know why. She simply hoped they’d forgive her for choosing her family over a war that had been at a stalemate for years.

Once she could no longer see Kylo, she turned and ran. Away from the base and towards her own ship, unmarked and untracked. She wondered if anyone was looking for her yet, if they’d even noticed that she’d gone, but she pushed it from her mind quickly as she boarded. Switches were flipped, levers pulled, and buttons pushed, and before she knew it she was flying... Somewhere safe, far enough away for the First Order to not find them while they escaped, but close enough for Kylo to find her quickly.

She landed the ship and sat, unmoving, not daring to get out. She dind’t know what planet she was on and she didn’t want to risk any harm coming to their baby. Kylo would find her soon, and until then she would wait.

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Rey sat at the table, staring down at the cup of coffee in front of her that was slowly cooling. She hadn’t touched it, just waiting for Kylo to join her and trying to bite her tongue to hold back tears that she didn’t want to shed, that she couldn’t shed. He had to know the truth and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to tell him if she cried. She glanced at the ring on her hand, the ring from Kylo, the man she loved, and she began to fiddle with it. 

As she heard the chair opposite grating against the floor as it was pulled out, she looked up.

“Kylo...”

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@whatyoustartcd | torture thread

Rey was starting to lose track of time, the days beginning to lose meaning now that she was struggling to stay conscious. For now, pain surged through her body and woke her up, but for an amount of time she couldn’t quite define (but suspected to be a few days) she had drifted in and out of sleep. It had been comfortable, or as close to comfortable as she could imagine, but she felt like things weren’t going to stay that way.

The room was familiar, as were the locks and chains she was held down under, though something felt different... She couldn’t escape, she couldn’t even summon up enough strength in the Force to manipulate someone to help her leave. Had her powers been blocked somehow, or had she simply been hurt so much that she was unable to use them?

“Kylo...” She muttered under her breath, before she’d even opened her eyes. “Why can’t you leave me alone?”

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Rey’s breathing was erratic, her chest rising and falling quickly but only a little with each shallow intake of air. Her left arm was hanging limply by her side - broken and burnt - and she could feel blood trickling down from her shoulder. There was a lot of blood, a glance cast that way confirmed that the red liquid was flowing across the her pores and down her arm, a slow but steady dripping from the tips of her fingers to the floor. Some of the blood was thicker than the rest, the older blood beginning to cling to her rather than flow quickly and freely. 

Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat from fighting and losing a mental battle. Snoke was far stronger than Kylo, and whilst she had been able to avoid most of the latter’s mind probing, Snoke was invasive and claimed everything he wanted. There was nothing she could do. Sweat mingled with tears, following the lines of her face as they fell. Her eyes were bloodshot and sore, and she was beginning to wonder when the torture would end. Snoke had found the perfect balance between insufferable and unimaginable pain, but wasn’t causing grief to the point in which mercy would be granted to her through unconsciousness.

She tasted blood, and could’ve sworn there was some broken teeth mixed in. The stormtroopers that had escorted her had hit her with the butts of their guns, weakening her for the supreme leader. Her right eye was swollen - almost beyond recognition - and her jaw was numb. She was sure, by now, that the Resistance weren’t coming for her, that Luke wasn’t coming for her. She was lost to her friends, and whatever fate the First Order held for her, she accepted. A defeat like this would be a blow to the Resistance, but she wasn’t able to fight back any more.