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[ There's something immensely satisfying about the moment to her. Somewhere in the realm of when she breaks someone and senses that final barrier slip away, or when she gathers whatever piece of information she's intently after. It's surrender, in a sense. Instinct, reflex, whatever one might want to call it.

At least that's how it hits her senses when he comes undone beneath her, seeming to catch them both by surprise. She wants to savor it, to try and make note of the details so she can then later sort out what garnered the most response and try to invoke this kind of reaction from him again. But her own pleasure is burning hot, fueled by the unrestricted wave of his pleasure and the way he moves inside her.

Kylo curses, low and heartfelt, as her hips ride out his own staggered movements. It's not more than another minute or two until she finds her own release and her hands briefly tighten around his throat as her body tenses. She has enough clarity of mind to realize it though and eases the grip she has on him, her hands moving to the table on either side of him to brace herself as she works to catch her breath, eyes closed for the moment as she does so. ]

[ with nothing else to do and nowhere else to go, his hips shift to meet hers while she finds her climax, despite feeling completely spent himself.

but then it's over. he finds himself not exactly liking being able to breathe again. the hazy half-conscious space he was occupying was better than the reality of kylo ren on top of him like this. ]

Are you ... happy now? Got what you wanted?

[ his voice is more hoarse than he was expecting, which was dumb on his part. but. she wanted him to like it. and he had. maybe she can take the way he came so easily as an admission instead of actually making him voice it. ]

[ Her reply doesn't come immediately, in part due to the fact that some of her anger has been washed away by the wave of pleasure. It's not exactly how she intended to release said anger but it's just as well. For all intents and purposes it's certainly the safest way it could have happened. ]

You surprise me sometimes, Dameron. [ is what she ends up remarking, still a little breathless. She shifts her weight to one hand as the other moves to push her hair back from her face, eyes opening to look down at him, and there's a certain amount of curiosity in her gaze. Genuine curiosity, even if it might be the sort that often precedes taking things apart to find out how they tick.

Her hand goes to his throat, fingers brushing over the marks blooming from her grip, and a pleased smile crosses her face. Yes, she supposed to an extent she was happy, for the moment.

Kylo climbs off of him and off the table, standing beside it while she straightens her clothes. She's not settled, not entirely, but she's at least not likely to murder the next person she sees.

A glance back to him — and to his neck — and she can't help but smirk. ]

Might be time to put a collar on that neck of yours. At least when I don't have my hands wrapped around it.

[ he surprised himself. he doesn't want to say it. it would mean talking about what happened, and having to admit that he felt any kind of pleasure, no matter how involuntary it had been.

he uses her getting off of him as his own opportunity to reclothe and straighten up. now that the adrenaline levels aren't quite as high, his neck feels more and more sore. he doesn't need to examine it in the mirror to know that it's going to bruise. as soon as she sends him to medical to wipe her old marks off, she puts more on. part of him wonders if this is going to be routine.

and then the rest of him blanches because he just thought about being here in the longterm. ]

I don't think I'd look good in a collar.

[ trying his best to stay sassy while hoarse, clearly. ]

Perhaps. Perhaps not. Only one way to find out. [ Kylo hums a thoughtful sort of sound. ] Though I appreciate you caring whether you look appealing or not.

[ There's absolutely no doubt in her mind that he didn't mean anything of the sort, but since when has that stopped her from finding other meaning in his words? Such instances amuse her, in a good way. Keep her interested. Something she imagines he would prefer she isn't.

But, then again, she's already begun to notice little changes in his temperament. It makes her all the more curious to see just how she can twist and bend him to her will.

The door to the room opening draws her attention — and irritation — and she narrows her eyes at the officer that enters, said officer bringing an update on an incursion taking place in a pocket of the galaxy formerly belonging to the Republic. Though Kylo crosses her arms she indulges the interruption, all but ignoring Poe for the moment. What was he going to do? Run? At this point, she can't say it's a concern. She certainly doesn't act like it is, her back to him as she speaks with the officer and they discuss what will be done with a few Republic loyalists that have been captured during the fighting. ]

[ he doesn't know why he straightens up and tries to act like nothing had been happening in this room when the officer comes through the door. still trying to hang on to whatever shredded ribbons he has left of his dignity, even with the bruises blooming at his neck.

stars if it isn't frustrating, though, being treated like some kind of pet around first order officers. a non-person. like he's not even here in this room.

his mind does its (usual, at this point) treading water. no way to get out of here. no way to lash out at her. he tries to listen to the two of them talk about republic loyalists, like it might be something of interest to him, but he can't focus. the panic and lightheadedness make for a bad combo.

that's when his eye fall on it. the lightsaber. it was out of his reach with her on top of him, but she'd forgotten about it while straightening herself up. and now she's distracted. now, maybe...

he tries to be extra subtle about shifting towards it, to grab it. it's wild that he's here thinking he can get this past a force user, but his critical thinking skills have seen better days, as previously noted. ]

[ Given that she's become used to his assorted attempts at rebellion, Kylo doesn't pay particular attention to any little shifts in his emotions, or much attention to any movement for that matter. There's nowhere for him to go. If he wanted to climb off the table and try to hide in some corner of the room she couldn't say she cared at the moment. The embarrassment she sometimes felt from him yet amused her.

No, it's something else that ultimately draws her attention. A familiar sense at the back of her mind that makes her head tilt slightly and makes her draw out a pause between words.

She doesn't immediately turn around though, instead finishing her conversation and dismissing the officer, sending them off to find out the status of the warship that's going to pay the Hutts a visit. It's only then that Kylo turns, arms still crossed as she quirks a brow at Poe. ]

Careful. We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. [ She chides in a mock-concerned tone, and finally holds out a hand, although whether with the intent to summon the lightsaber to her or with the expectation that he'll hand it to her is debatable. ]

[ he catches the tiniest micro-movement of her head — but, because she doesn't immediately react, is dumb enough to think that he just might get away with it (what would he do next, after? don't ask, he didn't think that far.)

but there he is when she turns around, caught holding the saber like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.

how does this turn on?

he'll figure it out in a second. for now, he holds the unignited hilt out like a weapon. any second now, he'll find the switch. ]

Stay back.

[ he's about as dangerous as that same kid with his hand in the cookie jar only now with a weapon he doesn't know how to use, but poe is both bold and insane enough to think that he could make any kind of difference. ]

[ Kylo would be more amused if it were a standard lightsaber in his hand. Far fewer ways for him to unintentionally hurt himself with one of those. As it is she pays more attention to the way he's holding the saber than anything else. Oh, she doesn't doubt he'll figure it out eventually — only so many places for the switch to be — but she's not at all worried about being harmed herself.

Noting the direction of the crossguards, she sighs loudly and the fingers of her outstretched hand curl to grip the air, pulling the hilt out of his hand. ]

If you're going to try and be threatening, you should have a better idea of the weapon in your hands.

[ Once it's in her hand she holds the hilt loosely, so she can hold it up and show him the location of the switch. ] This is what you need to press. [ Which she does with her thumb, igniting the blade between them, although the way she holds it is so the blade is pointed upward and the crossguards pointing away from the both of them. ]

If you get your hands on my saber again, try to remember the crossguards. The blades may be smaller but they're every bit as hot. We wouldn't want you to poke an eye out. [ As she glances at the saber her lips twist in a smirk. ] That traitor friend of yours could tell you just how much the smaller blades hurt. I seem to recall him screaming quite a bit when I dug one into his shoulder.

[ there's a whole array of emotions cascading over his face. he's upset and disappointed with himself, that he could get that close and still fail to do anything — literally anything. if not escape, at least throw kylo off-balance. surprise her. but nope.

he'll remember the button for the next time he gets his hands on a saber, which is probably just two weeks from approximately never.

and, of course, finn. his last real soft spot. that's where the feelings end — with him angry and bristled like a wild animal. ]

Leave him alone.

[ he's not here??? but it doesn't matter. ]

[ She misses seeing most of those emotions but she senses them pass, or at least senses the flurry of them. That the assortment of emotions ends up settling on anger doesn't really surprise her. She'd expect him to be cross with himself for squandering a chance, one she hadn't meant to give him but she's not bothered by in this instance. And, of course, she expects some sort of reaction to her not-remotely-subtle taunting.

As long as her pet has buttons to press Kylo fully intends to keep pressing them when the moment suits her or serves her purposes. It wouldn't do for her entertainment to not be entertaining and capable of holding her attention, after all. ]

I do hope the traitor gets captured and not killed out in the field. I'm sure you'd like to see him one last time, your wayward savior that certainly can't save you now.

[ Kylo turns the blade off and clips the hilt to her belt before her gaze moves to Poe, that smirk still lingering on her lips. ]

Perhaps when we capture the traitor I'll let you have the honor of executing him. [ Her smirk widens further. ] Perhaps I'll even let you use my saber to do it. That would be such anguish for the both of you, I imagine. [ She reaches out to almost affectionately brush her knuckles against Poe's cheek. ] And such a wonderful display of how far the Resistance's mighty hero has fallen.

I haven't fallen anywhere.

[ it only adds fuel to the flame. part of him wants to stay safely within his angry feelings, burrow into the emotion — if he feels angry, he doesn't have to feel all the fear and shame that's come with every single humiliating thing she's put him through since being captured. but it's getting harder to maintain the anger, he's finding. it's exhausting.

every time finn comes up, the ideas for punishments change and something catches in his chest. finn went from being reconditioned again to killed to being member number two of kylo ren's awful harem being killed by him personally. all he wants to do is protect someone who isn't even there, because ... well, because he cared about him.

and now he'll never see him again.

(he didn't want to think about what finn would say if he did see him again. even if he protested, maybe she was right. maybe he had fallen.) ]

I'd die before doing something like that to him.

You keep protesting and it keeps not making a difference. How frustrating that must be for you. [ Kylo remarks casually, not even trying to hide that she's mocking him. ] If such a situation comes, you'll do whatever I command you to do. Eventually there will be a day where I won't even need to use the Force to make you do what I want. Perhaps not soon, but mark my words, it will happen.

[ Whether her will was followed out of obedience or fear wouldn't much matter at that point; it would be a victory for her regardless.

She turns to leave the meeting room and there are two troopers posted out in the corridor, patiently waiting. Kylo makes a gesture in Poe's direction. ]

Take the prisoner back to his room. I have a battle to prepare for. [ Because her anger might have been tempered for the time being after having her way with him but her desire for bloodshed still has a need to be sated. ]

You're wrong. About that. No matter what you do, there are some things I'd never do. You can't.

[ he knows she's right. in the end she could make him do whatever she wanted. even if it was killing finn. or any other awful things adjacent. but he wants to fight back so much. he's not giving up. he's picking his battles. he's saving his energy for a rainy day event, something like that, where he'd really need to fight back.

which is why he lets the guards cart him off with minimal stuggle. he's not admitting defeat!! he's just... saving his energy... ]

[ Several days pass, nearly a week, before anyone comes to fetch the pilot. Busy days, as he might have overheard when his meals are brought or he's checked up on to make sure he's not attempting anything foolish or suicidal. There was the little skirmish with the Hutt Cartel, yes, but soon after there was an attack on a Republic-aligned world, one that hadn't initially thrown in with the Resistance but seemed to be changing its mind now that the state of things was more dire. An attack that had been successful, mostly. Apart from the fact that a destroyer had been lost and a few of the planet's governing body, one of which was a former Republic senator, managed to escape. Rumor was they knew where the Resistance was currently hiding, or at least how to get in contact, hence why orders had been to capture rather than kill.

The two who come to get Poe might seem a bit fidgety or weary, less impassive than usual at the very least. A possible reason will become clear as they near the day's destination of the torture room he's been brought to before. Screaming can be heard from down the corridor. Not simply of pain but an almost panicked sound, like something is very, very wrong.

A sound that will cut off abruptly before they reach the door.

Inside, well, it's obvious that Kylo has been putting the room to use. The metallic scent of blood is very present, and so is the scent of death. There's someone bound to the interrogation chair, silent and twitching, and Kylo stands before them in a familiar pose, one hand outstretched as she digs through their mind. Only the glove on her hand is wet with blood, the other hand down at her side holding a long blade, and the expression on her face is one of intensity, her eyes burning bright from her power. She looks a little like she might have come to the room straight from battle — or that she's been 'working' in there for a fair bit of time.

At first she doesn't seem to notice the troopers that arrive with Poe, and they don't exactly seem keen on drawing her attention. But then her focus breaks and she looks over. Kylo doesn't say anything, just gestures with the knife in her hand to the open spot on the wall. There may or may not be blood there too. ]

[ even without kylo breathing down his neck and forcing him to do things against his will, he can't find peace. he's still a prisoner, still hearing whispers and details of first order movements while being powerless to stop them. he's not surprised when officers come to get him — he spent most of his reprieve bracing for it to happen anyway.

their behavior does strike him as odd, though, in a way he can't completely place. not until they're at and then inside the room.

something in him stills at seeing the mental torture. it's too close. too familiar. the hair at the back of his neck stands up. that could be him next.

still, he purses his lips. ]

So, what? You want me to go over there?

[ Kylo's eyes narrow and her stare is almost a tangible thing as the Force flows through her, like a weight that could easily pin a person — or bury them. Occasionally she was amused by his sass; there's not an ounce of amusement in her body language right now.

Her gaze flicks to the troopers, clearing her throat expectantly, and the sound seems to spur them back in motion. The troopers each grab an arm and move to pull him over and shackle him to the wall. Poe isn't the first person they've brought to the room but he's probably the only one who's going to leave still breathing. Before they actually do Kylo speaks, and there's a distinct coldness in her voice, though not from a lack of emotion. ]

No. I want the prisoner facing the wall.

[ Because sometimes she enjoyed the dread caused by a person seeing what was coming, and other times she wanted the fear of uncertainty.

The person she's been torturing makes a whimpering sound, drawing her attention back to them, and the shift of her hand shifts her power already inside their mind, making them convulse in pain. To say she's upset that high-value targets escaped is an understatement, although taking her displeasure out on others who weren't as lucky has been helping. Truthfully she'd had half a mind to summon Poe earlier but she forced herself to wait until she was reasonably certain she wouldn't kill him. ]

[ he only barely struggles against the guards — more out of habit, since he knows he isn't going anywhere.

he's only quiet until she goes back to the prisoner, at which point he begins uselessly yelling ]

Hey!! Stop it!

[ he knows all too well what's happening.. seeing it from the outside made it worse, emotionally. ]

[ Normally she might taunt that he could take their place, or that maybe he wanted a repeat of their early encounter, but she's not calmed enough for that. Instead her focus stays on the latest unlucky soul who might end up leaving alive but they wouldn't remain that way for long either way.

There aren't any gashes or jarring physical wounds, but their mind is already in a broken state from her dark touch. Trapped in a nightmare she's created for them as she roamed through their mind plucking out their fears and insecurities. In such times she can't help but wonder if fear could be fed on like how pain could fuel power, although granted said pain had to be her own. Something to experiment with the next time one of the holding cell blocks is full, perhaps.

Kylo doesn't even note when the troopers leave the room, all too eager to get away from their sadistic leader for a time. She does at last shift her attention though once she's satisfied with how deeply wrapped up the prisoner is in their own terror.

Lowering her arm, she turns as she looks over to where Poe's been restrained. Her gaze trails over him as she walks over, appraising but not in a sexual way. ]

You can yell yourself hoarse, it won't make a difference. [ As she stops to stand behind him, her hand still holding the blade lifts and she lightly prods at his lower back, aiming to cause discomfort more than actual hurt or to make him bleed. ] Though you do have quite a set of lungs on you, I'd expect you would have to yell or scream a good while before you lost your voice.

Why are you torturing him? What's he got that you need that wasn't already on my droid?

[ bb-8. sweet angel bb-8. hopefully back with the resistance now. flinches a little bit at the knife, bracing for more but, surprisingly, not receiving it. oh well, he's sure a stabbing is in his very near future regardless.

at the voice comment, his face stays as perfectly irritated as it already was. better not to dignify it with a response. save those vocal cords for more dissenting. ]

Nothing. That broken thing has nothing I need. [ The reply comes as she prods at the small of his back, twisting a little and a brief flicker of a smile comes to her lips at the sound of fabric ripping even though it's only a tiny tear. ] But there were a couple people that had information I needed, and they somehow managed to escape. I hope they can live with the fact their associates have been killed and tortured in their stead.

[ Kylo steps away, walking over to her table of tools. More than a few are already bloodied and dirty. Her hand drifts over the assortment before picking up one that isn't. ]

You're certainly right, though. That droid of yours was a veritable wealth of information. Thanks to it — and you — the Resistance is going to run out of places to try and hide.

[ When she walks back over to him it's not pain that comes initially, but her empty hand ghosting along his spine. ] Perhaps reminding them that their poster child belongs to the enemy will provoke them out of hiding.

[ his mouth opens to say something angrily — but nothing comes out. calling a person a "broken thing" sits very squarely wrong with him, but he can't make a retort come. (possibly because the prodding takes him by surprise.)

it only makes him more mad that someone was completely broken like that for no reason. not even for information. just as a warning. or punishment for someone not even aware. ]

It won't.

[ they won't run out of places to hide. well, he can hope. he knows there are things that leia hadn't disclosed to him or bb-8. more hiding places. he can only hope they're going to them.

"it won't" was directed not only at that, but at the idea of the resistance coming out of hiding for him. they wouldn't. leia knew how to weigh the many over the one. he was a lost cause. it wasn't something he took a lot of joy in knowing, but he'd still rather have the resistance licking its wounds somewhere safe than go on a fool's errand rescuing him.

(was it a fool's errand? no. it was just unnecessary. he can do it himself. eventually, the time will be just right and he'll be able to escape. it'll all line up. he has to believe that.) ]

You're wasting your time.

[ his body tenses when she's touches him again. or comes close enough to. he's still bracing for it, the moment when she decides to stab him or worse. ]

[ Kylo hums a thoughtful sound, tilting her head as her gaze follows her hand. ] You're probably right, hurting you won't make the Resistance as a whole suddenly take up arms to come after you. I suspect that lesson was learned when they sent one of their best to try and locate Skywalker, and their best nearly gave Skywalker to the enemy.

[ After all, it was only a great deal of luck and chance going in the Resistance's favor, arguably, that kept the droid from being snatched up by the First Order first. She's all too happy to remind Poe of how in the end he had failed to protect that secret. Of how close he had come to having a hand in destroying one symbol of hope. ]

But that doesn't mean it's not possible to provoke one of your friends into doing something foolish.

[ Her lips curl into a dark smirk, her hand going to her belt, and after a moment there comes the sound of a lightsaber being switched on. ]

The traitor might have recovered from nearly dying to my blade, but I would imagine the event still haunts him. You saw him after, no doubt. Didn't you? Saw up close just the kind of damage a lightsaber can do. At the time I didn't have a chance to look, was the spine exposed? It wouldn't surprise me. [ She raises the blade as she admires her weapon, purposely holding it near him, possibly close enough he might feel the heat of it through his shirt. Certainly close enough to to hear it. ] I wonder what sort of reaction the traitor would have if I did worse to you...

[ it then dawns on him that the only thing that would be worse than finn being caught and executed would him being caught and executed (or worse, being kept like this) because of an attempt to rescue him. it sends an icy cold feeling down his own spine. that drowns out any guilt she may have tried to dredge up by reminding him of his first round of torture. ]

Don't — I told you to leave Finn alone. Leave him out of it.

[ his voice breaks and his stomach sinks. he didn't want to think about finn in medbay, stuck in the bacta bag. how awful it had been, not knowing if he'd even pull through.

instead: the heat from the saber against him is all too familiar now — familiar enough, after what she did to his face, anyway. it evokes the smell of burning before it even goes as far as to touch him. but he has a feeling that no matter what she does, he'll just be carted off to medical again. cleaned up like nothing ever happened. a blank slate. ]

Do whatever you want, but don't make it a recording.

[ the words sound foreign and taste bitter coming out of his mouth. the line was moving after all. ]

Oh, I will. That's your sole existence now, after all. For whatever I want.

[ She gives no warning before pressing the tip of one of the smaller crossguard blades against one side of his lower back. The pressure isn't enough to penetrate but to burn, both fabric and flesh no match for the heat generated through the kyber crystal at the weapon's core. ]

But maybe I won't send this to your friends. Perhaps instead I should show them how well you kneel at the feet of your master.

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thought we might be due for a different kind of evil >.>

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