~ Reylo ~

No Longer Dark, But Still Not Light (END)

Oh my goodness I'm so sorry this is so late!!! I had the worst headaches this week, the pressure has just been so low that it gives me a headache and it just doesn't go away!!!I hope you guys have liked this bit and it hasn't dragged on to long, but it's pretty much the only idea I had to upload on a consistent basis so updates will probably be choppy again sorry about that! BUT I'm seriously going to try my best to get out content for you guys because hey, I don't do much else and it's fun and it keeps me busy so you know.So anyways, this is late! And I hope this is the fantastic end to a fun time that you could have hoped for!

Ren wakes up with a pounding headache and feels like he's been compressed into a mess of cramped limbs. All he can feel for the first few seconds after waking is the cold. The cold of the air, the cold against the side of his body. Most notably the cold on his face. The cold that is most definitely a cold spot of his own drool that he's lying in. The next thing he feels is the pain radiating over most of his body. It's the pain of a good fall. Most likely due to being shot with a blaster set to stun. 

When he tries to move his shoulder all he can feel is pain. It's enough to make him groan out. 

"Nice to see you've finally join us in the land of the living Ren"

He groans again.

"Lift him"

The next thing he knows is that his hair is being pulled hard enough to bring him from the ground to his knees. It was definitely a pile of his own drool he was laying in. 

He hears the sound of extremely expensive designer boots move around him until their right in front him. 

"And clean him up before we head into Supreme Leader Snoke's Chambers. Last thing we need is him looking is a mess"

They pull and prod at wipe at him like he's a doll. Fixing his hair, putting powder on his face to hid the fall bruises. He feels weak, like he's missing all his energy. Understanding comes slowly and so does awareness. Later he can feel the collar lying on his neck. Thick and rounded and cold. Just like he remembers the First Order being. 

They finished prettying him up in a matter of an hour or two. They use a lot of dark colors, which he thinks is rather amusing considering that they want to make him look worse off than what he left as. He would laugh but he's not really willing to test the people with the guns aimed at him when he can barely open his eyes without a struggle.

They finish him off with what can only be described as the final bow on his life for Snoke. A Ysalamir was placed on his back as a way to leave him powerless and defenceless in the force. The lizard cuddles up to the heat of his body, ignorant to the fact that is leading him to his death in a lovely fruity handbasket. 

Hux is the one who pulls him off the floor. It's rough and calculated to hurt in all the wrong ways. He's still struggling to get proper footing. Every step seems to be a step closer to the floor. The longer he's pulled away from where he woke the colder it gets in the room. The harder the air is to breathe, and the more static-y the energy gets. It feels like his throat is closing, he knows he's walking closer to his own death. Every step is one closer to both embarrassing himself and his own demise. He smiles at the combinating. WHat a great way to spend his last moments. 

The finality of the walk is brought to it's peak with the opening of a door that scratches across the floor as it opens. There's something that tells him to keep his eyes down. Shame mixed with fear he supposes. Even if he's suddenly become very aware of the fact that he will die. Even if he is suddenly ok with that fact, the fear still circles around his whole being.