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Re: [FILL] To Worship False Idols 2/? (Kylo/Rey, force-choking, non-con)

(Anonymous) 2016-04-04 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
She is inspecting the restraints at the center of the room when the door opens. She whirls around, ready to fight whoever is there, and freezes in place - literally, her arm frozen in a half-thrown punch and her legs in battle stance. She is expecting it when Kylo Ren walks into the room, but she is not expecting him to be so...smug? She has only ever seen him sulk or prowl around, but now he smirks and she is struck with fear in the pit of her stomach. She doesn’t show it, of course, but she is certain he can tell anyway.

He walks straight up to her and drags his eyes down to her outfit. Rey is furious with herself; she knew the outfit was suspect, but she still does not know why. Ren reaches out.

When he touches her face she tries to jolt back, partially in disgust and partially out of attempted self-preservation - she has not forgotten his Force mind tricks, and she fears she might not be able to resist them again. However, what she finds in him is completely unexpected. She feels the hatred and anger in his mind, of course, but under them are feelings of love, of admiration, even pride. She curls her lip and feels only burning, seething rage that she jabs at him as hard as she mentally can. He winces, but the smile remains.

“You put them on.” He murmurs, almost to himself. “You look...amazing.”

She tries to spit at him and he laughs, pulling back. He moves over to the bench and picks up the gloves. Rey tries to struggle as her places one on her frozen left hand almost tenderly, and he gives her an admonishing look as he comes to her other, balled up fist. When he releases her hand she claws at him and he laughs out loud, but the laugh is forced and she can sense the nervousness hiding underneath. He holds her still again as she spreads her fingers and pushes the glove on a little more forcefully. Rey concentrates on the only thing she can - the Force.

As Ren makes his way around her she feels out the boundaries of the room. There are no guards outside the cell any more, she notes with surprise, and Ren encompasses almost all her thoughts. She ignores his mind (she wouldn’t even attempt to manipulate him, she decides) and focuses instead on his physical form. She can feel his shape, very different from the surrounding room, and she wonders if she can use that to her advantage. She is broken from her thoughts when he faces her, only inches away and grinning madly.

“I can feel your Force.” He says. “I know what you want to do.” He barks out a sharp laugh and leans over to whisper in her ear.

“Do it.”

With a feral growl, Rey reaches out with her mind and grabs Ren by the throat, slamming him against the wall. His concentration broken, she is free to move again and reaches out her gloved arm, mimicking the action of hands around his throat. Kylo is struggling against the attack, but Rey can feel the admiration pouring off of him. It is only when she notices arousal in his mind and the tenting at his crotch that her eyes widen and she lets him go. He falls to the floor, coughing, and she leaps back in unconcealed horror. “You sick freak,” she blurts out. “What’s wrong with you?”

Kylo Ren pants and looks up from where he is kneeling on the floor. He smiles a genuine smile and Rey is frozen in place again, helpless against him as he limps over and caresses her cheek almost tenderly.

“There’s nothing wrong.” He smiles. “This is perfect.” and he kisses her.