You open your eyes from sleep. Rest is all you needed to get your strength back.

Your eyes feel sore from crying last night. You're body still a little stiff but much better than it was yesterday. Everything inside you you telling you not to get up. To not give him what he wants. But the fear of being put back in that chair was enough to make you rise.

You throw the blankets off and jump out of bed. The floor feels cold under your feet as you make your way into the bathroom. You haven't showered in days.

You turn the shower on mostly heat. You strip your clothes and stand under the water, letting it wash away your past week. The failure of the Jakku mission, being caught by the First Order, and now working for him as a little minion.

You douse your body with the soap and fill your head with products. Scrubbing them into the roots of your hair, getting rid of any traces of blood, sand and sweat left until now.

Exiting the shower you wrap a towel around yourself. You briefly pass the mirror above the basin, but you don't look.  You're scared of what you'd see.

Walking into the bedroom you notice a white piece of paper that had been left on your bedside table, having not noticed it there last night.

On the page you see notes for the day. An itinerary as well as what you would be required to wear on the daily. You flick through the other pages that note how you need to act and understand the boundaries when it comes to being an assistant and blah blah blah...

You throw the note aside, rolling your eyes at the words on the page. You're not going to follow some stupid set of ground rules like a child.

You open the wardrobe door and are granted with a long mirror attached to the inside of the door. You can't hide yourself away from it this time.

Your eyes are glassy, the dark circles that lay beneath them looking like bruises. Your skin is pale and your hair is knotted. You peer over the bruises along your face and arms, a thin jagged scar from where Mug Ri-Krem shot you in the left shoulder.

The bacta did something, but not a lot.

Your cheeks look hollow and your collarbones look more prominent. You felt and looked skinny and sick. You looked like absolute shit.

You dropped your gaze from the mirror and pulled out the uniform hanging up in the wardrobe among other clothes. Clothes more simple and others more formal. Grabbing the uniform one the note told you to wear, you eye it for a moment before dropping your towel and putting it on.

The uniform was a very dark grey, almost black but you knew it wasn't. The pants were slightly loose around your legs, the batted top fit to your form surprisingly well. The collar was high and the leather belt you needed to wear, cinched your waist in tight.

The first order emblem was sewn onto the outside of your left shelve. There were gloves splayed out on a little shelf inside the wardrobe. You glanced at them for a moment before closing it's door. Yeah no.

You were going to tie your hair up, but thought otherwise. Quietly hoping it gets a rise out of Ren or even Hux for the informality.

You tuck the sleeves of your pants into your leather boots and make way for the door. Your surprised when you see two stormtroopers waiting outside patiently for you.

They must have been about to knock. Or barge in, you didn't know.

You follow them down the corridor then to the left. You tried your best to keep up with them. Thinking you were probably supposed to walk a certain way behind them or whatever. You didn't care to look at the notes left beside your bed.

"Damn, can you slow down." You muttered. Of course they gave you no response.

They took you to the same area the room was that you met Hux, but a few doors down. One of the troopers hit the button beside it and stepped aside for you to walk into the room alone.

Like every other space on this ship, you were greeted with glossy black floors and dark walls. There was a rectangular glass table positioned in the middle of the room. On one side sat Hux, and standing in the opposite back corner was Ren.

His mask was insight on his face. His robes were back. You felt his presence fill your senses. You drew further into the room and watched as the sliding door enclosed you in with them.

You rounded the table toward Ren, not really knowing what to do.

You looked towards Hux and tilted your head in recognition. "General 'Hax'."

You tried to hide the provoking smile that threatened to break across your face. Silently wishing for a mask like Kylo's.

Hux's inhaled a fast breath. You could sense his annoyance. "It's 'Hux'" he says.

"I know." You return pulling at your mouth to make the smirk on your face disappear.

"So," you say drawing out the chair across from where Hux is seated and sit down yourself. "What's the plan for today, huh?"

You cross you arms over your chest, looking at Hux with a sarcastic smile. "Anything extremely important need doing?"

You observe as the General shoots his gaze toward Kylo standing quietly in the corner.

"Commander, please control your pet."

You roll your eyes at Hux, shooting a glance at Ren as he draws closer. You stand up from the seat and go to stand along the wall of the room.

You brushed past Kylo but stopped at the feeling of his grip on your arm. You turned to face him, his mask directed at your hands. He wraps his own gloved hand around your wrist tightly.

"You're not wearing your gloves. Why?"

You huff a laugh in his face. Something happened when you woke up today. Yesterday you may have felt scared. But today, all you could think about was agitating Kylo. Annoying him until he was frustrated with you. To prove that you weren't scared of him. At all.

You shrug your shoulders, forcefully ripping your hands out of his gasp.

"I didn't feel like wearing them." You say as you stand with your back against the wall. You don't scared me you little prick. I'm going to make your life a living hell if it's the last thing I do.

Your thought fills your head, you slightly opening your mind up just in case Kylo has decided to fish through your thoughts like he did in the interrogation chamber. Hoping he hears you without needing actual words.

He doesn't react, so you suggest he didn't apprehend it.

Kylo doesn't break his gaze away from you. He rolls his shoulders as he faces his body toward you.

"But gloves are part of the correct uniform." He says, his voice modified through the mask.

"Yeah well it's obvious I don't care. I'm not wearing kriffing gloves just to look more like you."

He's silent.

You feel the indignation seeping through his pores and biting you. Satisfied with yourself for making him mad.

"I see how it is." He states, deadpan.

Before he can say another word or paint the walls with your blood, the sliding door to the room opens. Kylo and your gaze break away from each other and project to the door.

You feel him stand beside you to grip his hand deathly tight around your arm, you feel his mask brush the hair at the side of your face.

"Sit down." He says.

You listen to him. You retake the seat across from Hux at the table before anyone new enters the room.

Casting your gaze to the door, you watch as two troopers trail inside, before another.

The troopers looked like stormtroopers only their helmets are of a slight different shape and there armour is a metallic black.

They enter the room in all their might. One of them bared a weapon that looked like a long staff with the blue glow of electricity flowing through the ends of it. The other held a large heavy firearm in it's gloved hands. You didn't know who these troopers were but they made you feel slightly frightened.

The other that trailed in the room was smaller than the troopers and unmasked, but still built in muscle and strength. You cast your gaze at them and eyed their all black uniform and their vibrant, dyed red hair.

The girl with the red hair that you saw from Kylo's mind.

She entered the room after the troopers and strode over to the table, standing at the head of it.

Her eyes were an icy blue, her skin pale and smooth. She was gorgeous. But the thoughts of her underneath Kylo, calling out in pleasure made your cheeks rise in heat. You avoided those thoughts, those memories that weren't your own when she acknowledged Hux.

She nodded toward him. "General Hux. You're looking very chipper this morning." She says with a playful smile on her reddened lips. Her accent similar to Hux's. He stands in acknowledgement but you could sense the disinterest he had in her.

Her eyes shoot to Kylo standing at the back of the room.

"Commander." She accredited, tipping her head his way. There was no response from him. He just stood silent and stoic as ever.

You watched as her frosty eyes fold on you. She rounded the table as if to get a better look.

"I'm sorry, and you are?" She enquired.

Her gaze on you made your skin chill. Hux spoke up before you could.

"This is Commander Ren's newest adherent. She is going to be his assistant."

You can't help but notice her eyes narrow at you. She stands up straight and raises a thin brow. "Name?"

"Zero." Kylo speaks for the first time since the girl entered. "You will call her Zero."

You shoot him a look for using the name before standing from your seat and sticking out your hand toward her. You plaster a fake smile on your lips.

"Nice to meet you..." You wait for her to finish your sentence.

She takes your hand and gives it a tight squeeze, plastering her own fake smile on her lips.

"Vi. Captain Vi Talitha."

You squeeze her hand back.

Ren is fucking his Captain?