With sweaty palms and your lips pressed into a thin line, you start the quick walk up to the training hall. You had been thinking about your first day ever since Ren had kicked you out of his quarters. It was going to be painstakingly awkward between the two of you and something told you he wouldn't take it easy. Along with the nerves, there was still anger coursing through your veins. Anger towards him for tossing you out for a one night stand. And anger towards yourself for allowing yourself to get used in such a way.

He had seduced you and you had fallen right into his trap. You just fucked the man who had killed your best friend and the love of your life. Or rather, he fucked you. It was enjoyable, you couldn't deny that, and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Xian never did any of those things the way Kylo Ren had. You had only slept with Ben once and you hardly remembered it. The entire night was a massive blur.

As the training room doors come into sight, you close your eyes and try your best to calm your nerves. Your heart was beating so loudly, that you were sure anyone who passed by you could hear it. The door slides open and you step inside of the impressive room. You were going to tire of the sight eventually, but until then it would take your breath away. To your dismay, Kylo Ren was already inside. There was a big chance he was going to scold you for being even one minute late. Especially with the mood he was going to be in.

Sure enough, his voice rumbles across the room. "You're late. Don't let it happen again or-"

"You'll punish me, yeah, yeah." You mutter under your breath.

You could feel his cold glare following your movements as you approached the springy center mat. As you step up, the bounciness of the floor takes you by surprise. Perhaps this wasn't going to hurt as much as you thought it would. Hopefully. You place your hands on your hips and give him the coldest look you could muster.

"Don't look at me like that," Ren snaps. "You are to forget about the events of yesterday. It's never going to happen again. It's a miracle the Supreme Leader allowed it just once. Do not forget your place, apprentice. Although you can expect to move up ranks in the future, you are still my inferior and I am your master as well as your commander."

You give him a sarcastic smile, "yes, Commander."

He desperately wanted to teach you a lesson just for your sarcasm, but he knew there was more where that came from. You had a mouth on you and Ren wouldn't admit it, but he loved and hated it. The commander points toward a rack of mock lightsabers that had plastic blades instead of real ones. "Bring one to you with the Force."

Getting right into it, huh. You think with a small sigh. You turn towards the rack and extend your hand, concentrating on one of the sabers. All of your past training was rushing back to you at once, telling you to relax and take a deep breath. A grin breaks out onto your face as the saber comes flying towards you. Your grin fades when your master thrusts his hand out and snatches it in midair.

"No." Ren snaps. "You're relying on the light rather than the dark. Instead of focusing on patience and feeling peace, you need to use your hatred, anger, and sadness to draw the Force in. Try again."

You roll your eyes at him and turn back towards the rack. Once again, your hand extends towards the sabers and your other hand curls into a fist at your side. You grit your teeth and begin to think about everything that had happened. Ben's death, Xian's death, your kidnapping, Ren using you. One of your eyes twitches slightly and you bite on your lip so hard that you could taste coppery blood. It was as though hundreds of voices were echoing through your head. Cold screams ring in your ears. Your heart beats quicker and quicker. The entire rack of sabers begins to rattle and shake violently.

"Pet." Kylo Ren hisses in a warning tone as you scowl at the nickname. "Stop. Now."

You couldn't. In fact, you didn't even hear his words. Your senses were overwhelmed by the voices and the screams. Tears prick your eyes and blur your vision. Out of all of the voices, one was drowning them all out.

'Butterfly.'

It was Ben's voice. No... it was Kylo Ren's. But it didn't sound like him. It was as though he had removed his helmet and his voice was no longer affected by the modifying vocoder. You shudder and gasp, your hands flying to your ears and clamping down over them in a feeble attempt to shut out the voices. A scream leaves your lips and you hear a loud thud, before everything goes black and your body hits the floor.

"Get up."

Ben. You groan softly, shifting on the floor. You hear your name leave his lips again. "Ben," you groan, "I thought you were dead."

"Now."

Your eyes open. It wasn't him. Instead, Kylo Ren was kneeling beside you on the ground, his gloved hand gripping your shoulder. You grab onto his sleeve in an attempt to steady yourself. What just happened? You remembered the voices, your overwhelmed senses, a loud crashing sound, and your body going limp. You furrow your brow with realization; you had passed out. And on your first day of training too. At least your training hours weren't shared with the Knights of Ren. They would have seen you as weak or useless. But who were those voices? And what was the crashing sound?

"You threw me across the room." Ren answers for you. "Your body is used to working with the Light Side of the Force. A transition as fast as this one is bound to have harmful effects." He rises and offers a hand to you.

Then you remembered who he was. You swat his hand aside. "I don't need your help. Don't touch me."

He scowls behind his mask as you shakily rise to your feet and bring a hand to your throbbing temple. Whatever you were expecting from your first day, this sure wasn't it. Ren crosses his muscular arms. "You're still angry with me. Well, you're going to be angry for a while. Don't mope and complain about my disinterest in your body."

"Oh please," you scoff as you plop yourself down onto the bench. "We both know you just can't handle emotions like this. You've been devoid of physical affection for so long that you can't take it. You couldn't even make me cum." Now you were just poking a stick at a sleeping dragon.

Your master lunges at you, completely ignoring your recent fainting spell. His hand locks around your throat tightly as your back is slammed against the wall. He leans in closely, his voice rumbling in his throat. "I wasn't trying. I know you thought I was all the way in, pet, but I wasn't even close. You're so needy... so desperate for me to touch you. You have no idea what else I can do to you."

You squirm in his grip. "You want to do things to me so badly, but you can't. Because you're just a dog on a leash doing whatever your master tells you to do."

He goes silent for a moment, before pushing you against the wall one last time and releasing your throat. Ren turns on his heel and storms towards the rack of fallen sabers. You stand and hurry out of the room, boldly assuming that training was over. Who cares what he thinks, you huff. He's just following orders. He acts all high and mighty, but he's beneath some powerful people. You round the corner, so deep in your thoughts that you don't see a Stormtrooper coming your way. You gasp as you slam into him.

"Woah, easy there." A familiar voice laughs. "We have to stop meeting like this."

"Kess?" You furrow your brow.

"In the flesh." Kess jokes dryly.

He glances over his shoulder to see if anyone was around, before reaching up and removing his helmet. You couldn't deny how attractive he was. He had sandy blonde hair that was leaning towards brown and deep, amber eyes. His skin was a light tan that wasn't overpowering or underwhelming. Best of all, he seemed to be around your age.

"I'm sorry," you shake your head, snapping out of your daze.

He gives you a crooked grin. "It's alright. Are you okay? You look a little... spooked."

"Training with Ren didn't go so great. We're, uh, working through some personal issues at the moment and I'm getting sick of him. Let's just say I don't like getting used." You tuck some hair behind your ear.

Kess's armor clanks together as he shifts his weight. "I understand that. I ran into the commander once and he nearly had me floated into deep space. I guess I ran into him on a bad day." He puts his hand on your shoulder. "He can be tough but you're strong from what I've seen. I was going to say it's going to be nice to have a friend but I don't even know your name yet."

Relieved, you tell him your name and smile at the thought of having a friend in a place like this. "Does this make us friends?"

He nods thoughtfully. "Yes. Yes, I think it does."

"How am I supposed to know it's you? All you bucket heads look the same to me." You tease.

Kess bites his lip and looks down at his shoulder plate. "I'm going to get in trouble for this." He reaches behind his back and pulls a small dagger from his utility belt. With a quick move, he creates a nick in the white armor that could be seen in the light. "Now you'll know. We'll come up with something more creative another time. I need to get going for my shift and you should go back to your room before they bring your lunch."

"I'll see you around, Kess." You smile and turn on your heel.

Then you stop in your tracks. A thought had entered your mind. It was a devious thought that you never expected to come from your own mind. It made you feel a little bit guilty to do to Kess what Ren was doing to you, but you figured you deserved it more or less. You turn and rush towards the Stormtrooper, grabbing him and forcefully turning him around. You pull him down to your height and smash your lips against his. To your delight, Kess returns it. He chuckles against your lips as you drag him back to your quarters. If Kylo Ren was going to play this game with you, it was time you played dirty.