His lightsaber lashes out, eerily accurate despite Anakin's meddling.

Rey might be able to jump out of the way in time.

She moves away just in time - but it's too close, she drops her staff and nearly trips -

but rights herself and snarls at him. "I'm going to kill you, Ben Solo."

"Unfortunately for you, I beat you to it. Ben Solo is long dead." He steps forward, looming over her. "You will be coming with me."

"Never."

She has nothing left to lose and she will not be his prisoner. She gathers everything, every emotion and every desperate ounce of willpower and Pushes at him with the Force.

Anakin helps, her protective fury wrapping around Rey.

He stumbles back - but doesn't fall.

"Where did a nobody like you get training?" he muses, righting himself, his hatred rising around him like a barely controlled flame.

She doesn't reply and buckles down on her power, on the Force.

The Force is a weapon - is his weapon, as deadly and unstable and his as his lightsaber.

He does not need a blade to strike her.

His power slams back into hers.

- even after everything she has learned, she has never actually come up against another Force user. The strength of his power is overwhelming and hurts - she tries to use it, use the hurt to push back - but

He's strong enough to hold her in place, his presence in the Force overwhelming, choking her.

"Kill the rest. I have what I want," he says, turning his mask over to a stormtrooper in silver armor.

"Yes sir," she says, and the stormtroopers raise their blasters to kill the few remaining - mostly the few who were too injured to keep struggling. The fight apparently finished, while Rey was busy with Kylo.

- she can't move can't think can't help can't breath -

It doesn't take long for her to pass out, the blackness twisting her consciousness and forcing her down.

She wakes restrained, in a hard metal chair. The air is purified, stale. The ship hums around them.

Kylo Ren is watching her.

Rey pulls at her restraints, she can't not. She looks around for Anakin.

"If you wanted me tied up, you could have just asked. You're not really my type though."

Anakin is in her line of sight, glaring at Kylo Ren with her teeth bared. Her emotions are practically soaked in hatred and fear and helplessness.

Kylo Ren takes off his mask.

"You seemed rather angry at me."

What the fuck. She knows that face. Knows that voice. She's been seeing it in her dreams for near a decade.

"I suppose you don't feel like giving me what I want," he says, voice low and probably aiming for 'menacing.'

This isn't actually happening. Her friend - can she even really call him a friend? - is the murderer that she has spent years hearing about. His horrors and mistakes.

"And what exactly do you want?"

"Quite a few things, really. Locations - bases, rebel cells... The map to Luke Skywalker."

All things she has no knowledge of.

"You were right. I really don't feel like telling you anything."

"Then I'll simply take what I want."

He raises her hand to hover by her head -

And pushes.

It's agony. Like someone is reaching into her head and twisting and pulling and wrenching. She screams.

He withdraws suddenly.

"You're that girl."

She cries and tries to pull herself together.

"I hate you."