It was a miracle you managed to fall asleep in the toxic silence of that lonely cell.
You began to hope Ren would come back simply for companionship, so you could make jabs at him until he ultimately took out that infamous light sword of his and ended you.
It might seem cowardly to give up, to not fight or try to escape, but hope simply evaded you, just out of your grasp as it had been most of your life.
You thought of Sima, back on Tatooine, imagined her sleeping soundly after a day of mind numbing work.
You had saved her, you had made your mark.
So you slept. Then waited. Then slept again. Then waited some more. flitting in and out of consciousness you could barley distingish between the two.
Never resting truly resting, only facing equal torment in both states.
You relived the hellish encounters with the shady clientele of Yon Morg's bar, the lashes you received from the cruel end of a whip, the lonely nights you spent weeping. And that fateful night you were ripped from the numbing existence of your tattered normality.
Just as you were beginning to succumb to another round of battle with your subconscious in the nightmare ridden dreamscape you heard the tell-tale hiss of the doors to your cell opening.
You took a deep breath, readying yourself for what was to come, or rather, mourning what wasn't to come, a life full of excitement and adventure. One that, although unlikely, was still a possibility on Tatooine.
The conflict within you was back in full force, part of you was ready to die, to accept your fate, but the other part was angry, not willing to let the life you dreamed of go. So incredibly angry at yourself for sacrificing it for those ungrateful people on Tatooine.
You had saved Sima, now it was time to save yourself.
And you couldn't go down without a fight.
The anger was rising inside you now, on the verge of overspilling. But more potent still was your desperation, to see the glistening seas of Naboo, to witness the trees of Endor.
Once again you made your choice.
The stormtroopers unlatched your restraints, placing cold gloved hands around your upper arms go tug you up.
You gathered the remaining energy you had and have one arm a sharp yank, the unsuspecting troop when toppling over, colliding directly with the troopers holding your other arm.
You didn't spare a second to marvel at the entangled troopers struggling to stand in their ridiculous uniforms, shiny white armour providing no traction with the smooth floor.
You moved towards the door, heart battling against your ribcage as you failed to locate a pin pad.
The next thing you knew your arm was in the air, a strange warmth tickling it.
You looked down your extended limb, jolting with a yelp to find a writhing blaster shot suspended only inches from your finger tips.
You stumbled out of the line of fire, and the shot whizzed past.
"You bastards."
The troopers were frozen, in shock or because of the power you were wielding you weren't sure.
You evaluated the risks of grabbing their guns, but decided against it, rationalising that you couldn't overpower both of them in the event your power failed you in close quarters.
You turned to the door, shrugging a small-
Ah what the hell
Reaching your hands you commanded the doors to open.
They hissed your freedom was revealed to you in the form of a dimly lit black corridor.
You fought the urge to celebrate before taking off without a second glance to the fallen troopers.
You had just used the force.
Wasting no time on the revelation of your strength you sprinted out of the cell, skidding slightly in the corridor before swiftly choosing a direction and pursuing it, the dark corridors glistening as you sprinted through, turning a corner you nearly ran head first into two patrolling trooper, after a seconds recovery you turned and sprinted in the other direction, hearing them yell militant codes into their helmets.
This wasn't part of the plan.
Granted there was no plan.
You dashed away from where they surprisingly weren't firing, strange, you didn't take the First Order to have a lenient stance on prisoners escaping.
You retraced your steps and found the other troopers stumbling out of your cell. So not that way either.
Looking back over your shoulder you turned another corner.
You hit something. Stumbling back you looked up.
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Who the hell looks behind them when they turn a corner?
Supremely The Most Importantest Leader Lord Kylo fucking Ren stood before you, adorned with his mask and cloak.
Whirling around again, you didn't make it far before a hand grabbed the back of your neck, large hands wrapping around the entirety of it and pulling you back until once again your back hit his broad chest.
His other arm wrapped over your flailing arms, securing them to your sides.
"I was just on my was to see you jetted into space, what a surprise this encounter is" he mocked.
"Supreme Leader! Was that a hint of sarcasm I detected? I'm really rubbing off on you" You replied snarkily.
Ten minutes ago you were ready to die, now you just weren't in the mood.
You wriggled in Ren's grip, but it was useless, that man was like a rock,
"Kriff"
In a nauseating second your feet were firmly planted on the floor and the next they were at Ren's chest, with your torso flung over his shoulder, you beat senselessly on his back with your fists, demanding to be put down and hurling every curse in the galactic dictionary at him.
Ren proceeded down the corridor you ran down, he spoke to the troopers that had been chasing you before throwing them aside with the force and walking past them. You made sure to make room for them in your string of foul language, it went something like:
"Kriffing Bucket wearing numbskull nerfhearders" But with some added profanities sprinkled in.
You didn't stop struggling against Ren's firm grip on your thigh for the short journey, it made sense that the prisoner section would be close to the place where you would be executed.
When he finally set you down you attempted to make another run for it but he wrapped another arm around you before you could take a full step, trapping your arms to your side and your body to his side as he punched in the code to the black gemming door.
The door slid open with a sickening scrape.
The tears were coming out now, kriff, a blaster shot would have been so much easier.
In your panic you started talking again as Ren started to turn to push you into the room.
"No no no no no- let you go you great lump of- no no no"
Noble to the end.
He held you in the threshold of what was to be your execution chamber, a hand around your neck as you glared up at him though a blurred gaze, hysteria was setting in quickly.
He brought his other hand up to your face, brushing away a stray hair in a moment of fleeting tenderness, which, given the circumstances, may as well have been a slap.
You didn't struggle as he caressed your flushed tear swollen face, didn't flinch away as his masked head lowered to yours, as the mechanical voice ground out.
"Such a waste, what fun I would have had breaking you" you shivered slightly, as a phantom breath flowed past your ear.
"I think you've succeeded in that" you hissed, drawing in elongated breathes through your nose.
With little effort he pushed you through the door and and into the antechamber, you glimpsed the wall in front of you that would open and shoot you out into space, you spun round to see Ren press the button that closed the doors.
"Goodbye Little Rebel" the decoded voice spoke after a moment, both of you frozen in time
"NO" You pushed against the door in frustration.
But the had door closed and you, iced with shock, turned again to look out the window on the wall to the galaxy, the intoxicating array of stars seemed to almost call to you.
You would be among them soon.
Tears streaming down you face you turned back to the window on the door.
Ren's mask took up the whole view.
Suddenly a booming voice, that despite only hearing once you could recognise anywhere, filled your head.
"Accept the offer, join me"
You shook your head. Lungs tightening, the option tangible, so tantilisingly easy.
"Join me little rebel" the words reverberated around your skull, only audible inside your head.
You were broken from your trance as flashing red lights caught your attention, panic consumed you, your heart beating out of control.
looking out to space you heard the deafening creak of the wall beginning to open.
The shaking in your legs became too much and you collapsed to your knees.
You knew what you had to do to survive. But you had only seconds to make the choice, it wasn't enough, it would never be enough.
Were you strong enough to do it?
Or perhaps weak enough?
So you did then what you did in that small village in Tatooine, you made a rash decision that could potentially ruin your life.
But this one would at least secure you one.
You followed that thread in your mind that Ren had spoke down, sending your own message back.
"I want to live"
Oh the cliffhanger... Oh the pain