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Re: Rey, Kylo, background Kylo/Snoke, abuse cw

[vilya_mariposa]

Rey sat in her tiny chamber and did her best not to cry. She let tears of anguish pour down her face as she knew that Snoke was having his after-dinner entertainment with Ben. She cried for the man who would be punished if he showed any tears, which he did, and Snoke would punish this and sometimes if he spotted her weakness he would parade a beaten, bruised, and even more deeply scarred Ben in front of her.

She wondered how long this could go on before there was nothing left of Ben Solo to rescue.

She was trying to find a calm center to meditate from when the door chimed. She swore, a habit that Snoke strangely frowned upon. She was tempted to ignore the door, as Snoke never summoned her that way.

The door chimed again and she got to her feet and went to answer it. Before she could say anything she was rushed by three stormtroopers. She fought against them, irritated that Snoke would send someone to test her now.

After a few seconds of fighting the men she realized these were not stormtroopers. Exhausted from a long day of training she was gradually subdued by the four men.

She was being restrained by three of the men and the fourth punched her in the stomach knocking the air out of her.

“You are going to help us rescue our brother.” The fourth demanded, “If you refuse, you will die.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

Rey strained against the men for a moment then relaxed, “Okay, talk.”


The nights he passed out from Snoke’s cock cutting off his air were actually the good nights. Tonight was not one of the good nights as the former Sith apprentice clung to the edge of the bed as Snoke fucked him. He did his best to not cry, as he was not in the mood to be physically tortured. The worst times where when his beaten body was paraded in front of Rey. She did her best, but her beautiful eyes were full of sympathy for him.

Snoke warned him that any attempt at escape would be punished by Snoke raping Rey in front of him. He promised she would suffer greatly and then he would force him to rape Rey. Only then he would kill them slowly, in full view of each other.


Rey was expected to be in the throne room whenever she was not training or sleeping. Today was a long parade of First Order generals. The generals were varying degrees of curiosity about her but Snoke refused to talk about her, and any direct questions were simply answered with a frightening, “That is none of your concern.”

Today was more of the same, but all Rey had to do was stand there and be calm. She had realized at the time that she had the hardest part of the rescue. The plan did not include her escaping with them and that was fine by her, as long as Ben was rescued from his suffering.


A general was droning on and on and Rey knew she would be dozing off if she was not standing. She did not know how Snoke was still awake.

Suddenly the deck shifted under their feet and alarms began going off. The windbag general began panicking and Snoke had to bellow at him, “Calm yourself general!” he waited until the windbag quieted, then closed his eyes and reached out. He snarled, then looked at Rey. “Traitorous Bitch!” He surged to his feet.

The ship rocked again and another general ran in, shouting something about a reactor overload.

Rey stood her ground as Snoke walked toward her, using his height to try and intimidate her. Being so short, Rey was used to others trying to us this tactic on her. It no longer worked on her.

“You know the punishment for treachery.”

“I do.” She reached up and unclasped her cloak, letting it fall to the floor swinging it to fall between them. She took a steady step back for every one of his. “I know what I am doing. I know who I doing it for.”

Snoke sneered, ignoring the generals behind him. “You will die, slowly, impaled on my cock, as I promised my former apprentice.” He stepped around the cloak, but Rey kept her steady pace, resigning herself to a gruesome and painful death.

“Supreme Leader!” the blowhard general cried, following Snoke, then stepped on the cloak.


Rey came to with a cough, to her surprise. There was a gritty feel to her skin that she shook off, then realized she was floating in midair. She looked around and saw the body parts of Snoke and the generals. The air was stale and she realized the emergency lights were sputtering and fading. She twisted and drawing the Force around her and pushed off the far wall and drifted to the corner of the throne room finding the portal to the escape craft. She was on the verge of passing out by the time she got into the craft.

She sat in the shuttle, breathing deeply while powering up the craft. She then realized her role in this was done, and she had nowhere to go.

Then she felt it and looked up to see Ben, laying down. He breathed out, “Rey.”

“Ben.”

“Lars Homestead, outside Mos Eisley. Do you see it?”

Rey gasped then nodded. “I will see you soon.”

“I’ll be waiting sweetheart.”



Ben carefully climbed to his feet and headed for the surface. The other knights watched him then followed.

Ben stood staring out over the desert for a long time, then a small shuttle descended and landed in front of the homestead. The hatch opened and Rey walked out, Ben met her halfway and they embraced. She slumped and he scooped her up and carried her into the homestead.

Rey let him settle her on a bed and he began taking care of her wounds. He ordered the knights to go strip the shuttle and then scuttle it in the deep desert.

Ben tended her dozen or so minor wounds and waited until they were alone to ask, “Were you really willing to die?”

“You were suffering.”

“So you wanted the suffering of a monster to end?”

“Not even monsters deserve to suffer like that. You aren’t one, by the way.”

“You called me a monster.”

“I was wrong.” She tugged on his hand to pull him closer.

He resisted. “I’m…” he broke off, trembling.

Rey smiled, “I understand, I won’t push, but I please don’t push me away.”

He rubbed her hands in between his, “Never.”