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PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED
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Re: FILL: Torn [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-09-15 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)The knight was nearly vibrating with anticipation when the hull door finally opened and a pair of rough looking men walked down the ramp. One was wearing what looked like a crude, homemade eyepatch, and they both seemed unfamiliar with the concept of sonic showers.
Regardless of their haggard appearance, General Hux reached out a hand in welcome, grinning from ear to ear with excitement.
“I trust the acquisition went smoothly? And that you came with the item requested?”
The one-eyed bounty hunter hovered silently next to the one locking hands with the General, his fingers hovering cautiously near his blaster.
“Mmm, yep. Pain in the ass, that one. You got the money?”
Hux nodded, handing the pair a datapad showing a large amount of credits having been transferred to their account.
“It’s all there, in the amount we agreed upon. Now, if I may,” Hux continued, crossing his arms behind his back, “I’d like to see what I’ve purchased.”
Eyepatch looked Hux over cautiously before slowing sauntering back to the ship, hand still resting on his blaster. He reappeared a few minutes later, brusquely shoving forward a very bruised and bound Poe Dameron. The pilot’s hands were tied behind his back, his ankles shackled, and the long black cloth tied around his mouth did what it could to hide some of the blood dripping down his face.
Poe, for his part, was doing his best to play up his defiance, despite his appearance. The bravado was only momentarily muted once he noticed Kylo Ren waiting for him at the bottom of the ship’s ramp, his eyes narrowing in anger.
Hux strode forward to meet them, pulling Poe’s attention back to where it was deserved. Eyepatch held the captive tightly by the back of the neck until a squad of Stormtroopers arrived to relieve him.
“He’s a bit damaged,” Hux replied, drawing a finger across the pilot’s temple and examining the smear of blood he’d pulled off, wiping it on his captive’s jacket.
The vocal bounty hunter shrugged his shoulders, indifferent. “Told you he was a pain in the ass. We done here?”
Hux smiled. “Indeed. Thank you again, gentlemen, for your assistance with this matter.” A gesture of his hand was all the Stormtroopers holding Poe needed, dragging the pilot with them deep into the base, his muffled protests growing fainter.
Hux briefly watched the struggle before turning to Kylo Ren. The two stood in silence in front of each other until Kylo could no longer bear the mystery of it all.
“Where are you taking him?” he growled, doing nothing to hide his interest and impatience.
The General chuckled softly to himself. “I hate to run, but I have pressing matters to attend to. Do excuse me.” He waved a dismissive hand to the rest of Kylo’s questions as he followed in direction of his prisoner, growing more pleased with himself by the second.
Kylo remained in the hangar for only a moment longer before retreating to his mediation chambers, his lightsaber carving out a furious path of destruction along with him.
---
To his credit, Poe fought valiantly for as long as he could against what was happening to him. He’d trained for standard torture, for what would happen if enemy forces captured him and how he could deal with the pain. He’d planned for being held captive, for a repeat of his time aboard the Finalizer.
What he’d never expected, was whatever this First Order General clearly had prepared in his honor.
The Stormtroopers had muscled him into an industrial ‘fresher, cleaning but not treating his many well-earned wounds and relieving him of his shirt and jacket. After he had been washed he was brought to what appeared to be an office, where he was tethered to a wall between two bookshelves, attached with restraint cuffs around his wrists, ankles, and neck.
Amidst his protests he noted the low-tech feel of it all; physical chains instead of energy binders or inhibition fields.
And there he was left, alone, worn down, confused, angry, and in pain, until the General arrived.
Through the fog of his current situation, Poe vaguely felt like he recognized the man; that he had seen him briefly aboard the Finalizer when he was interrogated by Kylo Ren. He pulled at his restraints, drawing a soft smile from the General.
Hux stared at him in silence from across the room for what felt like an eternity, his eyes dragging up and back down the length of his captive. There was something vacant in his expression, a disconnect Poe couldn’t quite get a read on. The pilot couldn’t help but flinch the moment Hux advanced, coming to stand within inches of where Poe was chained standing up against the wall.
“Let me go,” he snarled, doing his best to mask the overwhelming vulnerability rising within him.
Hux leaned forward at him. “No.”
A gloved hand reached up towards Poe, grabbing his jaw in a surprisingly tight and unyielding grip. Poe whimpered as his head was turned to the side, the restraint around his neck biting into his skin. Fear and revulsion threatened to overwhelm him as Hux dragged his tongue across the side of his face, stopping to bite viciously at the pilot’s ear, drawing blood.
“Wh-what the fuck, man? Get the fuck off of me! What the fuck?!”
Hux pulled back suddenly, as if he had truly committed an error. “Oh I’m sorry, did I not explain? You were part of a transaction, Poe Dameron. I purchased something very valuable. An investment, if you will.” He seemed pleased with himself, which, even separate from Poe’s situation, terrified the pilot.
Poe swallowed hard and once again tested the slack of the chains around his wrists and ankles. “There’s no new intel to get from me, you piece of bantha shit. The minute I went missing they likely moved the base. You’ll get nothing. You’re wasting your time.”
The General reached for something off of the wall, just outside of Poe’s line of sight before he crowded back in his space, close enough that Poe could feel Hux’s hot breath against his skin. His hand returned to the pilot’s face, gently stroking his cheek in mock tenderness.
“Oh, Commander,” Hux cooed, “I don’t care about what you know. I’m only interested in your body.”
Hux kissed a gentle line across Poe’s collarbone before stepping back and raising his other hand, revealing a clean and chrome hammer with a solid black grip. He tested it against his palm as he watched the pilot wrestle between his bravado and panic, reveling in the fear he could read through his dark brown eyes.
“Let’s get familiar, shall we?”
Re: FILL: Torn [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-09-15 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Torn [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-09-16 12:50 am (UTC)(link)What an awesome update, I can't wait to see what Hux plans to do with Poe and how it will affect Kylo (although in his case - I do hope it hurts like hell). So far the build up is very, VERY promising. ♡
FILL: Torn [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-09-16 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)He constantly struggled to simply push out of his mind the thought of Commander Poe Dameron being locked up somewhere on the First Order base, subject to the maniacal and violent whims of General Armitage Hux.
Not that Kylo Ren cared about the pilot, Force no. He was simply a loose end, a relic of both his distant and recent past that had evaded him time and again. The two may have been close once, but that meant nothing now. Less than nothing.
Ren tried to remind himself of this fact every time he passed Hux’s office door, and every time he’d catch a stray choked off scream coming from behind it.
It would help if he didn’t pass by Hux’s office so often, he knew that. He didn’t need to know what was going on with the pilot. He didn’t.
He didn’t.
Regardless, Poe Dameron kept invading his thoughts. He needed it to end. Maybe if he stopped by, just once, he could calm the torment that coursed through him every time his mind caught on a stray emotion or memory.
He took two days to finally decide to confront General Hux, the tipping point hitting him during their latest recon meeting. Hux had shown up with Black Leader dog tags sticking ever so slightly out of his front pocket. Kylo noticed him fidgeting with them during a break, and it didn’t take the Force to see how much Hux was enjoying himself.
His anger with the General’s complete lack of subtlety about his wholly undeserved prisoner was what finally drove the knight to Hux’s office door. He hovered nervously in the hallway, working over in his mind exactly what he wanted to accomplish. At these times he sincerely regretting leaving his helmet to go down with the rest of Starkiller. He hadn’t been able to properly control his emotional outbursts since then – not that he was ever good at that anyway – and he felt naked and vulnerable even at the best of times.
Still, though. He needed to see the pilot. He needed to know.
He raised his hand to the door and knocked twice.
“…Who is it?”
“Kylo Ren.”
A pause.
Behind the door, a grunt. Something heavy being moved.
Kylo counted his own heartbeats as he waited.
Finally – finally – the door slid open, and he was greeted by the slightly disheveled figure of General Hux, leaning against his elbow in the doorway. His hair was unkempt and hanging shaggy above his ears. His knuckles were once again slightly bloody, and it looked like he had wiped some of the blood off on his untucked plain white shirt. He was out of breath, his smile impossibly wide.
Almost like he expected Ren to knock at his door.
Ren’s eyes slid off of the General to the man behind him, the one mounted against the wall with tight chains like a crude trophy. He couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped him as he processed who and what he was looking at.
Underneath the blood and the bruising, he could barely make out the wilted form of Poe Dameron. One of his arms hung limply from the cuff around his wrist, fingers bent and broken, and his entire hand and forearm covered in what looked like deep purple wounds from a blunt instrument, matching similar bruising around Poe’s ribs and lower torso.
The captive was still clothed, but barely, his pants unbuckled and open slightly, all but shredded by whatever caused the many, many shallow gashes tracked up and down his legs. He had bled heavily at one point, staining the floor below him.
Kylo watched in horror as the man he assumed was unconscious slowly, and with great effort, raised his head to look at him, his swollen and bruised eyes pleading with Ren from across the room. Poe’s head swayed from the exertion as he licked the tear in his lip, struggling to speak. His face was still wet from crying, his breathing shallow and ragged.
“R-Ren… p-pleaaase…” he whispered, wincing from the pain of it, tears welling up in his eyes once more. “H-h-help. Help… m-me…”
Hux turned back to look at his prisoner, annoyed. “Excuse me for one moment, Lord Ren,” he sighed, closing the door in Kylo’s face before he even had a chance to protest, too caught off guard by what Hux had done to his pilot.
He leaned up against the door, straining to hear Hux’s actions.
From outside he could make out what sounded like brief, muffled shouting, followed by three sharp cracks and a cry of pain, punctuated with more muffled shouting.
Hux returned to the door with a thick whip in his hand, and Kylo could see long welts marring the pilot’s abdomen. Whether he was unconscious or shamed into submission, Poe’s head lay limp against his chest.
“Pardon the interruption, Ren. Now, was there something you needed my help with?” he asked, feigning indifference.
Kylo felt the rage bubbling up within him, tamping down the concern for the pilot, allowing it to be overwhelmed by his outrage over Hux’s carelessness.
“Are you out of your mind, General?! Commander Dameron’s life is an important asset for the First Order and you are killing him!” he growled, hand flicking to hold the hilt of his lightsaber for comfort.
“No, no,” Hux scoffed, locking eyes with Ren as he casually fiddled with the whip handle, twirling it around lazily. “Of course not. Surely you of all people understand the wonders of bacta, Ren. If something breaks, you fix it with bacta, allowing you to break it again. Over and over, broken things are mended and then re-broken. It’s quite a marvel, really.”
Kylo tamped down on the pity he was feeling for the pilot, not wanting Hux to see his shameful weakness. He still refused to admit to himself that he wanted to do nothing more than to look at Poe in that moment, to envelop him with the Force and drag him away to safety. To safety? Away from General Hux, anyway.
“Lord Ren,” Hux continued with a sigh, not bothering to wait for Kylo to join him in the conversation, “I know what you need. Meet me in room 881m, down the hall from here, tomorrow, at 1700 hours. I have something for you. A gift, of sorts.”
The knight looked at him skeptically. “What do you m–“
“You’ll see soon enough tomorrow. Now I’d like to ask for you to leave, as you’ve interrupted quite an important meeting.”
Per his style, General Hux didn’t wait for his instructions to be acknowledged before sealing the door in Kylo’s face. Ren stood speechless in the hallway, struggling to connect together the reality of what he had just witnessed. Though he wanted to know what Hux was doing to the pilot, part of him wished he had remained ignorant to it, or at least been invited to participate.
He returned to his room for the evening, mentally shaken from the feelings skimmed off of Poe Dameron. He didn’t know what Hux had in store for him tomorrow, but he didn’t dare hope it was ownership of the pilot. He was lost in thought when Poe’s presence once again awoke in the dark matter of his brain, followed by agony.
Re: FILL: Torn [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-09-18 12:58 am (UTC)(link)I love it. :D
FILL: Torn [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-09-30 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)Named after the once-abundant species that used to frequent the area, Howler’s Hole is surrounded by large mossy stone hills, invisible unless you knew it was down there. Tales had been told about the deep hypnotic blues and greens of the water luring young swimmers to their deaths in the darkness, though it never once stopped Poe Dameron from visiting.
In the years before he was allowed to fly on his own he’d spend hours at Howler’s Hole, floating on his back and staring up at the stars. He lived for the feeling of weightlessness, how he’d let his mind wander and imagine himself following every tail left by every comet, imagined visiting every system his eyes could see.
As an adult, Poe would sometimes journey back to Howler’s Hole, though not very often. He’d go when it got bad, when he couldn’t – he –
– he couldn’t take it.
“Please,” he could hear himself say. “Please, no more.”
– it was too much that he just –
So he floated there, flat on his back, starring up at the stars. He’d mapped them all in his head, every constellation.
Laying in the water he didn’t feel anything except at peace. Weightless.
It was a place where –
“– sistance trash. Do you understand the trouble you’ve caused me? You will. I’m going to make you feel it all. We have nothing but time and this room. And of course, my tools.”
Poe didn’t even see the arc of Hux’s arm, didn’t register the blow until he felt a tingling, stinging sensation in his fingers. Blinking slowly, he turned his head to look at his left hand. He wondered if he’d ever be able to fly again with his fingers bent in different directions. If they made ships for xenos with tentacles and claws then surely –
“You stupid pilot,” Hux continued. “You’re not even listening, are you?” He punctuated his annoyance with another blunt hit to his captive’s stomach.
Poe looked down and watched with heavy eyes as the purple welt blossomed across his stomach, thankful that Hux was choosing, for now, to use the dull side of the hammer.
Hux was speaking to him again but Poe felt very tired. Too tired. He knew he was supposed to be listening but it couldn’t be helped. He closed his eyes and drifted away.
– he could be one with the stars. Sometimes he swore he could see his mother’s ship up there. He could hear her singing down to him if he listened hard enough. Poe wished they’d had more time together. She was the one that first took him to Howler’s Hole, told him to keep it a secret. And he had kept it a secret, though he knew that if he brought Finn here that she’d understand.
Did Stormtroopers even know how to swim? When Poe got back he’d have to find out.
He lay in that place for a while, as if time didn’t exist. Almost didn’t notice he was –
Being wheeled somewhere. He was on his back, couldn’t see the rest of himself.
Did they think he was dead? Poe hoped not, but he didn’t have the strength to call out. Who there would even want to help him? He’d plead for sympathy earlier and received none.
He let his head loll to the side, couldn’t help it really. Poe noticed he was in some kind of medical facility and he wondered if the bacta bath being drawn was for him, though he didn’t hold out hope for that outcome.
There were hands on him, touching him everywhere. He didn’t want to be touched. Didn’t want to be here. They were attaching things to him, carrying him, lowering him into the liquid.
Poe caught a glimpse of Hux in the back of the room, watching him with those vicious blue eyes.
Something about Hux’s smile told him he wasn’t done with him yet.
He didn’t want to think about it, so he went back.
Howler’s Hole was particularly beautiful tonight. The sky was clear, the water was perfectly warm, and he could hear the soft buzz of the rosewings in the surrounding jungle.
Poe stretched out his fingers and gently splashed them in the water, letting his hands dance over the surface. Yavin Prime was peeking out from the tops of the trees, which Poe thought was strange because it was usually on the other side of the moon at this time of night…
He looked past it. Maybe his memories were failing him. Maybe he just hadn’t been back to the real place in too long.
Poe focused on the stars instead, watched satellites slowly track paths across the sky. One of the satellites passed a particularly angry-looking red star that Poe hadn’t ever seen before. As he tried to focus he noticed more dotting the sky, red aggressively engulfing the calm white he –
No, please. Not here.
He felt the water begin to cool around him as the sky grew red, the rosewings having gone quiet in the trees. Poe shut his eyes as his safe place crumbled apart.
It took everything he had to reopen his eyes, as if all his strength had been drained.
He was still on his back, starring up at a cluster of red and white ceiling lights.
His body wasn’t responding but he could feel the cold table underneath him, could smell the sterile air of the room. Poe couldn’t tell if he was strapped down or simply immobilized. He didn’t know whether to feel grateful about being out of Hux’s room, or nervous about whatever untold horrors awaited here. He didn’t have to wait long to find out.
He could feel the panic rising in his chest as a door opened behind him, followed by the soft beats of footsteps. Poe almost vomited at the sight of Hux standing over him.
“Feeling better, Commander? Or rather, feeling anything at all?” Hux chuckled to himself, raising a hand up and tenderly drawing his fingers through Poe’s dark curls.
Poe could do little more than meet his gaze as the General continued.
“Your pathetic stunt in front of Ren was cute, Commander. I’d punish you for it, but we just got you stitched back together, so, I’ll let it pass this time. You’ll be pleased to know that he’ll actually be joining us later today, after I’ve had mine. And no more slipping away from our time together! That defeats the purpose entirely. I’ve drugged you for my own protection, so we can enjoy ourselves without having to worry about teeth. Now, if you please.”
Poe tried to scream, tried to scramble away as he heard Hux undo his zipper and turn his head to the side. All he could do was close his eyes and wait for it to end.
Re: FILL: Torn [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-10-02 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)I absolutely loved Poe's POV, he really does suffer beautifully and psycho!Hux is such a vicious tormentor I'm actually kind of worried if Poe will even be able to survive his particular attentions (and in what condition). Also, I'm more than a bit curious to see how exactly Hux plans to handle Kylo Ren. Can't wait to read more!
FILL: Torn [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-10-13 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)He reached for the door control, allowing a full second of hesitation to hold him before pressing the button.
Kylo stood in the doorway and blinked, mouth agape, unsure if his eyes were betraying him.
The pilot was laying on his back on a table in front of him, head turned away from the door, legs bent at the knee and hanging off the end. Placed there. Arranged. His wounds had mostly been healed, just as Hux promised. His ripped and bled-through clothes replaced with a fresh pair of black linen pants and a clean white shirt. Poe’s eyes were closed and, were it not for the Force telling Kylo otherwise, he almost looked dead.
He stepped forward towards the table, only extending his arm towards Poe once he heard the door close behind him. With delicate fingers he traced up and down over Poe’s hand, letting curiosity dictate his movements. Ren hadn’t been able to be this close to Poe in many, many years. His hands were smaller when Ben had known him.
Kylo turned his attention towards the rest of the pilot, gently running his fingers through the irresistible curls before pulling Poe’s head towards him. The pilot’s mouth hung slack, his full lips flush from recent use. Kylo smoothed his fingers back and forth over the stitched up and healing gash that marred them, reluctantly pulling his hand away when he remembered how fresh the cut was the last time he had seen him.
He was mildly surprised when Poe slowly dragged open his eyes and desperately tried to focus on him. Kylo could feel something within the Force reaching out for him, stirring a darkness inside that he hadn’t felt since –
Ren’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening behind him. He turned to see General Hux standing proudly in the doorway, his slender figure looming imposingly through the dim light of the room.
“My goodness, Ren, aren’t you the early bird,” Hux laughed to himself, removing his gloves and placing them in his great jacket pocket.
“Explain this, General. What have you done to him?” Ren seethed.
Hux was touring the room, cracking each knuckle with calm, measured movements. “He’s sedated, in a way. I’ve administered a temporary paralyzing agent. I promised you a gift, and here he is. Are you not interested? Ungrateful?”
“Are you giving me the prisoner?” Kylo asked hopefully, despite himself.
The General walked towards where Poe was laying prone, placing both of his hands flat on Poe’s stomach as he leaned forward at Ren.
“Well, it depends on your response. I’m here to propose a sort of truce – the opportunity to overcome your emotional attachment to the pilot by… participating. Then, depending on its effectiveness, we can reevaluate from there, including the opportunity to take ownership of this,” Hux replied, clenching his fists in Poe’s shirt.
Kylo narrowed his brow at the General, as unamused as he was confused. “Emotional… attachment?”
“Yes,” Hux replied with a sick grin, “You care for this pilot, obviously intimately. And I’ll allow you to have him back, on one condition. In exchange for the pilot, I want you to apologize.”
Kylo balked. “Apologize? For what do you feel you’re owed an apology?”
“Do you not understand why we’re here, Ren?” Hux asked, his grin melting away. “We’re stuck in this outdated place on a dead planet because you allowed your emotions to get the better of you. If you had any sense at all in that Force-filled skull of yours you’d surrender or destroy every remaining connection to your Resistance past so we can carry on with our work. And since your past appears to run quite directly through this man,” he shouted, bringing a fist down hard onto Poe’s chest, drawing a choked-off gasp out of him as he closed his eyes, “I, well… I’ve taken the appropriate steps to help you move on from it. And your first step starts with apologizing for allowing your personal feelings to interfere with what little has been asked of you.”
Kylo reached to grip his saber, his fingers twitching with the desire to just cut Hux down and be done with it. Snoke would probably understand, right? He might even show Kylo mercy, as Hux had gotten quite bold recently.
“Is that all, General? Are you quite done attempting to dictate my actions? Because what you see as an ‘emotional investment’ is nothing more than a difference of opinion on how to treat an enemy of the First Order.”
“Oh my,” Hux chuckled, arrogantly. “Is that what you truly believe?”
Kylo glared back at him in response, the thick air of the Force radiating off of him like the heat of a lightsaber.
“Very well, Ren,” Hux replied, moving to the space at the end of the table between Poe’s legs. “You know where to find me if you change your mind about my offer. In the meantime, I’m going to continue wringing what pleasure I can out of this very expensive investment. And know that it will get worse for him the longer you wait.”
Kylo looked on in angry, muted distress as Hux gently pulled Poe’s pants down his legs and off his ankles, discarding them to a corner of the room. With one hand on the inside of Poe’s thigh, Hux made an exaggerated show of lifting two fingers towards Ren before working his way into the pilot with a slick squish.
“Ah, he feels so wonderful,” Hux cooed, locking eyes with Ren. “Still wide open and ready for me. FN-2187’s remaining squad mates were in here earlier and it seems they were able to take out some of their anger about the traitor onto our dear pilot.”
Ren grimaced at the sounds of Hux’s assault, turning away to look down at the man laid out in front of him. Poe’s eyes were open again, silently pleading to Kylo as he struggled to speak. Kylo watched him like that for a while, holding a hand on Poe’s chest as Hux moaned and grunted and fucked in to him at the end of the table.
As a child, Ben had always admired Poe’s perfectly curled hair, but seeing him like this, the way his curls bounced each time Hux violently thrust forward…
It was too much for the Knight to take. The pilot was an enemy of the First Order, absolutely, but the softer bits inside Kylo wondered if even their greatest enemies deserved this kind of horrific treatment.
Hux shouted something to Ren on his way out the door, though his head was far too clouded to hear correctly. Kylo needed to remove himself for the entire situation, to find somewhere to breathe. The base was still relatively new to him, but he found a back door leading to a small, empty hangar. Utilizing the Force to lock it tightly behind him, Kylo found a corner and counted his breaths.
He tried to focus on the First Order, on the calming essence of the Dark Side, on anything besides Hux forcing himself into Dameron, or the way Poe’s agony twisted in his gut.
Kylo felt helpless as his body slid down the wall, falling onto the ground, emotionally defeated. He could sense a tear forming inside himself, a war between his pride and his control over his volatile emotions.
He spent the next few hours in meditation, weighing his options and concluding that he’d have to avoid both of them until he could speak with Snoke.
Kylo took the long way back to his room that night.
Re: FILL: Torn [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-10-13 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)And I really love that even Kylo doesn't quite have the stomach for Hux's particular brand of cruelty (seriously, just - wow!). Or maybe that's only because it's Poe who suffers it? I suppose I'll just have to keep on reading to find out...
Re: FILL: Torn [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-11-09 09:29 am (UTC)(link)…Where he’d been for the past hour, twirling the knife in his hands and staring off into the distance at nothing.
It unsettled Poe, to say the least.
He didn’t necessarily want the torture, obviously, but it was something real and routine and expected he could hold on to. It was the uncertainty that scared him more than anything.
So, he held himself still and tried to make himself small without rattling his chains too much. Maybe if the General spent enough time lost in thought he’d be called away before he could hurt Poe that day.
Poe couldn’t help flinching when Hux shifted in his seat, turning to look at him with fresh anger in his eyes.
“I feel,,” Hux seethed, his teeth catching on his bottom lip as he chewed through each word, “like your acquisition was made under false pretenses, pilot.”
There was no need for Poe to respond; his small expression of confusion was obvious.
Hux continued. “You see, when I created the bounty for you, I was under the impression that you had value. Specifically, to a certain member of First Order leadership. Well, it’s been quite some time since I’ve seen any hint of interest from this member of First Order leadership. This makes me very, very cross, pilot. I don’t like people wasting my time or my credits. It appears you’ve wasted both.”
Against his better judgment, Poe couldn’t help but cough out a laugh and with it, the first words he’d spoken days. “Hey buddy, I never asked for this. You came after me. And I have no idea what you’re kriffing talking about.” He was proud of himself for not sounding as broken as he truly was.
Hux narrowed his gaze at him and held the blade still in his lap.
“Ben Solo. Tell me about your relationship with him.”
If he hadn’t been chained tightly, that name could’ve toppled Poe over. He hadn’t heard it in years, and for good reason. Poe held silent as he inched back against the wall.
“So there was something between you two, wasn’t there. I see.” Hux’s expression remained guarded and neutral, though from across the room Poe could still tell Hux’s knuckles were turning white as they gripped the knife handle.
Swallowing hard, he dared to speak again. “Get fucked.”
In a flurry Hux was on his feet and standing too close to Poe, his chest nearly bumping against his prisoner’s. Poe couldn’t see the blade but he felt it grazing up and down the length of his forearm.
“You know I could just make you tell me,” Hux growled. Poe could feel the knife pressing harder against his skin, nearly breaking it.
Poe laughed in his face again, regardless of the consequences. “And when has that ever worked? With all due respect, General, you’re a sadist but you’re a shit interrogator. The only time the First Order has ever gotten anything from me was when your cheap, Jedi drop-out pulled it straight out of my brain. Looks like you two aren’t on the best of terms, so I’m not exactly worried.” He could see the line he’d crossed miles behind him, and he steeled himself for the blow he knew was coming.
Instead, Hux pulled away, setting his blade on his desk and turning back to address the pilot. His smile was gone, but so was his anger.
“Let’s make a deal, then. You have information I want,” he explained, crossing his arms in front of him. “What are your terms?”
Poe scoffed. “Let me go.”
“No chance, but I respect you starting high. I don’t blame you for that. I can give you an hour alone, and I’ll go easier when I return.”
“You want to know something deeply personal and you’re offering an hour break in return? I say again: get fucked.”
The General chuckled at the pilot, stepping closer and placing a hand on the wall near the side of Poe’s head. “A day of rest. And longer in the bacta tank after our next session.”
“How about no more ‘sessions’, ever.”
“No.”
“A week free, then.”
“No.”
“Five days.”
“Three.”
“Four days.”
“Three.”
Poe sighed. “Three days of rest, better bacta, and the chance to move around on my own, today. I can’t even remember the last time I was able to –“
“You’ve been here with me for 39 days, pilot,” Hux volunteered, a smile pulling at the edges of his lips. “It appears we have our terms. Do you accept?”
Hux waited for Poe to nod in approval before calling a familiar service droid to have Poe released from his chains. The pilot nearly fell under his own weight as he was let go, steadying himself against the wall as he struggled to gather his bearings. He glanced down at his forearm and was genuinely surprised to see the blade hadn’t left any real damage.
“I suppose a shirt is out of the question?” he asked, trying to catch his breath.
“Should have included that in our deal, Dameron,” Hux replied, clucking his tongue on his way back to his seat on the couch. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like the information I requested. Sit.”
Poe hesitated briefly before realizing he’d rather not screw up the opportunity he’d found himself with; he’d have a much easier time formulating an escape while not chained to a wall. Begrudgingly, he limped over to the couch across from Hux, plopping his body down onto the leather with very little grace.
Hux leaned back in comfort, a sight different from the half-naked pilot huddled in on himself across from him.
“Now, tell me your relationship with Lord Ren. Spare no details.”
Poe took a deep breath and tried to maneuver into a position that didn’t make his unhealed wounds ache. Finding no such position, he settled for wrapping a hand over his sore ribs as he allowed himself to slouch against the cushions. The couch had never looked comfortable from his position against the wall, but in that moment, it felt like a bed of clouds.
“What do you want from him? You could just ask him to suck your dick if you’re so in love with him. He might do it.”
“Watch yourself, Dameron,” Hux snarled. “Tell me your relationship with Lord Ren.”
“We were friends, me and Ben. Back when he, you know, was ‘Ben’. Our moms were close so we ended up spending a lot of time together.”
Hux leaned forward with interest, resting his elbows on his knees as he locked eyes with this prisoner. “And? When did you become lovers?”
“What?! Lovers?” Poe asked, hissing as he accidentally jostled himself into a painful spot. “We weren’t ever ‘lovers’, where did you hear that?”
“I have watched your interrogation tape dozens of times, pilot. He treats you differently. There’s a familiarity and intimacy that I’ve never seen demonstrated with other prisoners.”
“Well, yeah, obviously. We were friends. I’ve known him since I was 2 years old.”
Hux leaned back, face scrunched in disbelief. “No, it’s more than that. You’re telling me that you never had feelings for each other?”
Poe shook his head. “No, I’ve never had feelings for Ben. We never shared feelings for each other.”
“Ahhh, so that’s it!” the General said, beaming. “You were never an item but it doesn’t mean he wasn’t in love with you.”
“You’re insane, do you know that?”
Hux continued, ignoring him. “But if he’s so in love with you, why hasn’t he come to bargain for your life? I offered you up for a very reasonable price. What is it about you that he is so drawn to?”
The pilot laughed again, instantly regretting the pain that shot through his chest. “Man, I don’t know. You underestimate how stubborn Ben can be. I’d only assume he’s even more stubborn now. Either that, or maybe you’re so repulsive that even I’m not worth it to him.”
“Such a nasty tongue of yours. I’m surprised you’ve kept it this long.” Hux leaned back and locked his hands together in front of him, gesturing with his eyes to something behind the pilot.
Poe never saw the needle that entered the soft space between his shoulder blades, but he could feel the familiar debilitating serum coursing down his spine. He whirled around in a panic, slapping the syringe away from the service droid before losing all control in his arms and legs. Poe fell to the ground, struggling on numbing limbs to crawl towards the door.
Poe could feel the thick serum climbing up his throat as he tried to speak before it overtook him. “Y-y-you s-said we h-had a d-d-deal…”
“And you put your trust in the man who paid half a million credits to have you dragged here to be tortured. Not very wise, pilot,” Hux gloated, helping Poe to the floor with a boot on his back. “You lot are so gullible, but I do appreciate the insight around our dear Lord Ren. You’ve been moderately helpful but I’m afraid there will be no break for you today. You’re due with a very eager General in a few hours and we need to get you ready.”
Hux lifted his foot off of Poe’s back, gesturing to the service droid to haul Poe against the wall while they awaited the Stormtroopers to gather him up.
As his eyes rolled back in his head he heard a knock at the door, catching a glimpse of a large black form in the doorway before he passed out completely.
FILL: Torn [6/?]
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