[o6] gentleman

It's always the same, as always
Said and tongue tied
It's got a memory and refrain

(Ariel Pink)

[Rey]

She doesn't know how much time has passed since their last meeting – how much time has passed since her blackout.

Yet she knows perfectly that when he walks in, her heart jump up into her throat, and in a moment she's sent back to whatever time it was – when he has beaten her – when he has invaded her mind.

Please – don't do that again.

As lucky as she may have been in pushing him outside her mind once, now she feels too weak to take such a risk again – and she wonders if he's already reading her mind, along with this last pleading though.

No – I don't feel him. I don't feel him anymore.

She studies him – a tall guy, wrapped up in black, sharp features, messy hair, unreadable expression. He's the same as before – but something is broken.

Be careful – he will try to get the map from you. He's here because of that – that only.

Being studied by those jet-black eyes is almost as unsettling as being mind challenged or beaten to unconsciousness, in the end.

"You forgot your mask."

She throws the sentence there, as an attempt to unlock the situation – she's never been a big fan of downtimes. Her voice is terribly hoarse so her eyes wander back helplessly to the juice in the tall glass in the tray.

By the time she decides to turn her gaze back to him, she realizes she's been off guard for too long already. Another slap invests her – and oh, what a slap. A back slap that makes her bite her inner cheek - she can taste blood as she collapses on the floor, again.

"I didn't forget it."

He crouches down, menacingly. She tries to drag herself on the floor as far from him as possible – but her head is spinning from the sudden movement, and it's not that easy.

"Since you complained about it earlier, I decided not to wear it. I was trying to be a gentleman here, you know."

His voice sounds so velvety in contrast to his harsh manner that it gives her the goose bumps.

He's scary – he's not to trust. He's not to trust.

"Well - I guess there's much room from improvement." She barely manages to mutter, her mouth sticky with blood.

She is saying it mostly to herself – but when his blood chilling chuckle reaches her ear she knows he's heard it anyway.

[Kylo Ren]

What the hell am I doing here?

Kylo Ren can feel his body frozen in that crouching position, he can feel his lips tensed in a sarcastic smile – but it's like his body and his mind are taking different paths.

Every second spent in that room – every second spent hearing that girl saying something sharp or evasive, looking back at him defiantly, completely shutting him out every possible mental or physical contact – gives him a solid belief.

She's not going to talk.

He can beat the hell out of her, or try to get into her mind again – that, if he can get back the guts to do so – yet he somewhat feels sure the result isn't going to change.

You're getting nothing from her – so why are you here?

Snoke wants her - all he has to do is handing her to him. But that just doesn't feel right – it feels like handing a precious book to someone who can't even read.

She's interesting – and she shut you out. That's why you're here.

Snoke wants her, so he wants her too. Childish, but that's it.

"I assume you're still not in the mood for cooperation." He says, while fighting back the urge to give her a little shove to help her roll from her stomach to her back – she looks as if she's trying to do so but failing, and that's strangely unsettling.

"Cooperation implies having the same final purpose." That's her reply, words slurring one into the other while she struggles on her elbows, her gaze fixed on the metal flooring.

"And what is your final purpose?" he asks.

And this time, he gets the point. He sees her eyebrows frowning, a grimace distorting her lips.

Silence.

And he wonders what she's thinking about.

So why don't you try and discover it?

She's still trying to turn to him, almost succeeding this time – she's still not afraid, is she? And he's still unsettled.

Kylo Ren looks at the untouched dishtray, and quirks an eyebrow – all flawless, juice, vegetable, fruits. A chuckle escapes his lips as he takes the glass in his fingers.

"You had nothing to eat. Why, did you think the food was poisoned?" he asked with sarcastic voice, taking a deep gulp from the glass the very second after. "That's such a silly thought."

He can see her looking at the glass as if her life depended on it – he can see desire in her eyes. So the second after he cruelly smashes the glass on the floor, its smithereens everywhere, the juice gathering in the tile drains.

She's not going to talk.

"You will talk."

And he leaves the room.

[Hux]

He's laughing in front of the monitor as if he's watching a comic movie.

He does have a problem with breaking things – he really does.

It isn't rare to see Kylo Ren angry – but it is rare to see him so personally interested in a hostage.

Despite having no precise idea of what has happened between those two during their first confrontation – unfortunately, he has had the pleasure to hear just the version Ren has told Snoke – he is sure that something is off between those two. He is sure Ren's not going to handle this well.

Hux sighs heavily, knowing that as usual his position and Ren's one are totally irreconcilable.

And while he plays at the cat and mouse game with that girl, we still need the damn map.

He composes the number of his first in command, and waits for an answer.

If the Force didn't work, if psychological torture didn't work, if violent slaps didn't work, well - he can still try his own methods on her.

'You will talk,' he has read it on Ren's lips, from the monitor.

You bet she will.

Note

Long wait I know, but there is no way I'm leaving this story unfinished. Thanks so much to all the readers for the great support, I owe you! BTW, I'm starting to wonder how will things turn out in episode VIII. I'll have to google for rumors, LOL.

Have a great day & stay tuned for the next chapter :)

S.

PS. He's no gentleman, is he? ;)