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Today the captive woman in the interrogation chair is human. Good.
She doesn’t know it, but inside his helmet Kylo Ren is looking directly into her wide and tear-wet eyes as he pulls the glove off his right hand. The Force opens her mouth, hinges the top of her head back, ready to swallow. She hyperventilates in double time.
“No biting,” he says in that dark and distorted synthetic voice as his two fingers touch gag-deep into her throat. He draws them out in no hurry. She feels the whorls of every fingerprint on the twitching carpet of her tongue.
He rolls the wet forefingers against his thumb with the lazy care of a man flexing his fist. Now they’re all slick with her saliva.
Now they’re on her.
** Takes place in the immediate weeks before TFA **