Oh, I'm sure you would. I'm sure you'll beg me to kill you. [ She lets go of his shirt, hand smoothing the fabric back down. Deceptive softness, a gentle but firm caress, perhaps not all that different from how she might offer reward in the scenario she spoke of. ] Just like earlier I'm sure you'll try to tell me your life has no value and I should just throw it away. Let you have the mercy of death.

[ Humming a thoughtful noise, she tilts her head as she looks at him and lifts her hand to the side of his face. Almost daring him to brush off her touch, turn away, anything. She can taste the fear from him and it makes her eyes darken, thrilling and delighting her. ] You can't deny it now, can you? The truth that's hovered in the back of your mind from the moment your ship was caught. No one's coming to rescue you. No one's going to help you escape. No miracle is going to occur to free you.

You're mine, Dameron. I can, and will, do anything I want to you. Your life is mine and I will keep you alive as long as I care to, and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

[ Kylo smiles then. It's genuine but dark, the way a beast might smile before it devours the feast laid before it. And what a feast she has before her. ]