[ She casts a glance over to the other prisoner, not expecting them to break out of their mental cage but sometimes extreme reactions from others could prompt a surprising one from a person. The screaming doesn't seem to register to them though — also entirely possible that deep inside their head they're hearing it as their own — and Kylo returns her full attention to Poe.

No response comes from her until she moves the blade away from him a minute or two later, turning it off at least for the time being. ]

You might be surprised what a person can derive pleasure from.

[ After returning the saber to her belt she steps in close behind him, her now empty hand reaching up to fist in his hair and pull his head back, though she has to lean down slightly to speak next to his ear. ]

More than one night I've laid in bed and thought about you bound and naked in the interrogation chair, helpless to stop me from doing whatever I want to you. Writhing in pain and pleasure, begging me to stop... and then begging me not to. [ Kylo lets go of his hair so her hand can come around and loosely curl around his throat. ] I bet it terrifies you, doesn't it? The thought that you might learn to love the pain, or enjoy bringing me pleasure.

[ As she speaks she turns on the small blade in her other hand, the one she's used on him before, and as if to punctuate the sentiment she tightens her grip on his throat at the same time as she presses the blade into his hip. ]