I woke up in what appeared to be a cell. It was a cold, metallic grey and I was on some kind of inadequate raised mattress.

I jerked up in fright, checking for my satchel which wasn't there, neither was my cloak.

I curled up in the mattress, hugging myself. I felt naked without my cloak. This was my slut uniform; a wraparound bra and a tight miniskirt that somehow managed to be practical at the same time. The majority of my legs were showing, so was my stomach and collarbone.

I began to shake, it was cold in here. There was a hostile chill in the air that I really only got from LeiLoo. I must be at the First Order. I thought to myself, that made sense, the barbaric cleanliness. Wherever that fuck that is.

I decided to stand and stretch, the measurements of the cell were two long steps by three. The bed was indented into the wall like a little nook for reading, not confinement.

The only entrance to the cell or exit out of here was the single door. It was opposite my bed so often, I'd loll around my head, looking out of the corner of my eye, trying to spot any development in the freeing Neoma case. None, zip, nada.

It was sometime before I recognised where the creepy, black-robed guy was from. He was in my dreams. But what had he said there? He'd talked about how I'd refused the Resistance's offer, I think he told me that we were going to meet soon. Funnily enough, we did. But of what use I was to him, I wasn't sure. How was I important to the First Order? It was a question I'd expect to see on a job application not in a survival situation.

So, I was a good shooter but wasn't going to join and besides, they had clones to do their work for them, so that was out. I had no valuable information except that General Leia was on a planet near Nimbuk, he probably knew that anyway. I wasn't force-sensitive or whatever, something Poe had mentioned one time in his babbling. I mean, if I had powers that'd be awesome but I probably would've figured them out by now.

I sighed, thudding my head on the wall behind me. There were rumours of the First Order kidnapping women and using them as mothers for their higher-ranking officers, but I was pretty sure that they were just tall tales to scare at sleepovers.

So I waited in painful ignorance.

It was some time before I was greeted by a presence. I wasn't sure how long it'd been, my brain tends to mess up stuff, anyhow, he enters. The guys in the black that was in my dream and then paused the bullet in midair, maybe he's force-sensitive, maybe he's a sith Lord. Who am I fucking kidding? It's Kylo Ren. Leader of the First Order and the reason for LeiLoo's existence.

I kept my eyes downcast to stop fear freezing through my body. I didn't want to be weak but even then, I couldn't help it grasp my hammering heart. I fervently wished it stopped. Drop dead, right here.

"You are from the Resistance." His first words cruel and cold through the helmet he wore.

I shook my head. No.

"You've escaped them."

I nodded once. Yes.

"You're a highly-viewed sharpshooter." He stated again.

I didn't answer to this.

"But you gave up that heroic position, for what?"

"You already know." I whispered, lightly clenching my eyes shut. I didn't want to hear him speak. "It's not like you've already taken the answers." From my head. I could feel him in there, reaching about.

"So you know about the Force?" His voice was cool.

"Doesn't everyone?"

There was something beautiful in keeping my answers short and swift. They were like daggers, making short, quick cuts. Tiring, but effective in the long-term.

"Perhaps. You resent it, no, not the Force, something else related to it."

"I'm sure you can figure it out." My voice was a derogatory tone with a slight sneer.

Ren straightened up, towering over me once more. "I'm sure you're right."

With that, he swept out of the room, leaving me in a semi-state of peace and horror.