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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Wars_Sequel_Trilogy
  Character:
      Rey_(Star_Wars), Kylo_Ren, Ben_Solo, Snoke_(Star_Wars), Unkar_Plutt,
      Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Child_Abuse, Teen_Angst, Abuse, Physical_Abuse, Emotional_Manipulation,
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Sexual_Abuse, Underage_Sex, Heavy_Angst,
      Survival, Scavenger_Rey_(Star_Wars), Pre-Star_Wars:_The_Force_Awakens,
      Abandonment, Suicidal_Thoughts, Childhood_Trauma, Child_Neglect
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-20 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1610
****** Mistreated ******
by magentacartherwrites
Summary
     Parallel stories of the abuse young Rey and Ben Solo suffered through
     at the hands of their masters, Supreme Leader Snoke and Unkar Plutt.
Notes
     This is going to be a quiet heavy story of the emotional, physical,
     and sexual abuse sustained by young Rey and Ben Solo. There will be
     warnings at the beginning of every chapter so if this sort of dark,
     explicit story is not your bag, then I would kindly suggest clicking
     off and finding something more suitable for you. Thank you all for
     reading and please don't forget to kudos, bookmark, and leave me a
     comment when you're done! :-)
     TRIGGER WARNING: Physical Child Abuse, Verbal Child Abuse, Child
     Abandonment.
“No!  Come back!”
“Quiet, girl!”
“NO!”
A grimy, oversized hand roughly pulled the young girl by her arm.  Rey screamed
as she watched her parent's ship fly further and further into the distance. 
It did not take long at all for the ship to disappear against the blazing,
desert sky.  Despite no longer being in sight, the child still cried out for
her parents to return.
The attempts were futile.
They were gone.  She was alone.
Rey’s incessant wailing grated on the alien’s nerves that held her arm.  He
stopped in his tracks and turned to face the young girl he had been dragging
behind him.
“Listen here, girl,” he barked, his vice-like grip on Rey’s arm tightening,
“You belong to me now!  I will keep you fed, sheltered, and protected, but at a
cost!  You will work to earn your keep!  Do you understand?”
Rey didn’t understand.  She didn’t understand any of what was happening.  But
she nodded her head pitifully nonetheless.
Suddenly, the bulbous creature leaned in so close, Rey she could smell the
stale alcohol on his breath - a smell she was all to familiar with.  His voice
darkened, “Don’t even think of running off.  It’s a harsh land out here. 
Scavengers, storms, heat… You’d be dead within a day!  So best to stay put and
keep in my good graces.  The others would not be as gracious with you as I am!”
Rey wondered to herself what “others” the creature was talking about.  Was
there more of his kind where they were going?  Where were they going?
Rey’s questions were left unanswered as the creature hoisted her frail figure
into a makeshift landspeeder.  She had ridden in similar crafts before with her
parents, but never had they been as weathered and broken down as the one she
was transported in that day.  The two sped through the scorching Jakku desert
for what seemed like hours.  The time seemed to drag on even longer as not a
word was uttered by either being the entire trip.
It wasn’t until they had entered the gates of a small, market-type village that
Rey dared to speak again.
“W-Where are we?” She croaked, her throat unbearably dry and strained from her
wailing.
“Niima Outpost,” the creature responded gruffly, as if that was all she needed
to know.
The two exited the landspeeder and Rey was once again dragged roughly through
the sand towards the largest tent in the village.  An antsy line of diverse
beings had formed in front of a concession stand within the ragged tent. 
Humans, aliens, and even droids stood impatiently as they waited to trade their
salvaged parts for food portions.
As the creature dragged Rey along towards the concession stand, the girl stole
some glances of the antsy scavengers waiting in line.  They were all ragged,
dirty, and appeared to be exhausted from a days work out in the hot sun.
“Unkar, where’ve you been?  We’ve all been waiting,” a scavenger with goggles
atop his head questioned.
“Had some business I was attending to,” Unkar responded as he and Rey entered
the concession stand, “But I’m here now!  What have you brought me today,
Nika?”
The man Unkar called Nika emptied his canvas satchel onto the stand.  Out of
the bag came multiple, rusted machinery parts, none of which Rey could
identify.  Nika splayed out the parts for the alien to inspect.
“I got more than usual today,” the man said proudly as Unkar individually
inspected the salvaged parts, “They’re nice, right?”
The alien’s beady eyes shifted from the parts to the man standing before him,
“Mmmm, yes.  Quite nice, indeed!  How did you manage to come across these,
Nika?”
“Eh, nicked ‘em off some guy I scrapped with earlier.  Poor bastard’s going
home hungry tonight!  But hey, that’s what he gets for starting fights!”
The scavenger flashed a wicked smile.  Out of the corner of his eye, Nika
caught a glance of the young girl cowering behind the blubbery alien.
“Well, well, well… Who do we have here?"
Unkar looked down to where Nika’s gaze lingered, “Just a girl. She’ll be
helping me in the shop.”
“She got a name?”
“Of course she does,” Unkar grumbled, “It’s Rey.”
“Rey… I like that!”
The licentious tone of the scavenger’s voice frightened Rey far more than Unkar
Plutt did. She gripped the base of the aliens stain-covered shirt and buried
her face. She could hear the scavenger chuckle.
“Cute little thing, ain’t she?”
“Don’t be getting any ideas, Nika,” Unkar warned, “She works for me!”
The scavenger shrugged disappointingly, “What a shame!”
The alien muttered to himself as he continued to inspect the parts.
“For all this, I can give you four portions,” he finally declared.
“Well, I’ll be damned!  That’s more than I was expecting!”
The alien reached into a drawer below his feet and produced several pouches of
dehydrated rations.  With a single swipe of his arm, Nika bagged all the ration
packets into his canvas knapsack.
“Nice doing business as always, Plutt!”
Nika snuck a suggestive glance to the still cowering Rey as he slung the bag
over his shoulder.
“I’ll see you later, sweetheart,” the scavenger said with a wink before
departing.
Only when she was sure Nika had left the tent did Rey peek out from behind
Unkar again.  The girl couldn't believe that such vile behavior was brushed
aside like that, as if it was a normal, everyday occurrence.  She did not want
to see that scavenger again… not ever!
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The next couple hours dragged by as Rey watched transaction after transaction
being made.  Junk for rations… junk for rations… junk for rations.  Every once
in a while someone would strike up a short conversation with Unkar, but most
stuck to the bare minimum exchanges needed to obtain their food for the day.
It was dark by the time the last scavenger left the concession stand, ration
packets in hand.  Rey was filthy, sore, and tired, but above all, she was
hungry.  Her stomach churned and growled like a ravenous animal.  She needed to
eat! 
After closing the concession stand to the public, Unkar Plutt turned to the
starving girl sitting quietly in the corner.  Her amber eyes looked up to the
hideous creature pleadingly.
“I suppose you’re wanting some food?” the alien questioned, knowing full well
the answer.
Rey nodded her head gently, “Yes, please.”
Unkar huffed indignantly as he reached into the drawer below the stands window
where the food packets were kept.
“Wasting good portions on an ungrateful brat,” Rey heard the alien muttering to
himself as he prepared her food.
A few agonizingly long minutes passed before Unkar thrust the plate of ration
food before the girl.  Rey examined the unfamiliar rations - a single
polystarch biscuit and a couple scraps of green veg-meat.  The meal, if you
could even call it that, smelled horrible and didn’t look in the least bit
appetizing.
“Eat,” Unkar barked at the girl, causing her to jump and nearly drop the plate.
Rey picked up what seemed to be be the more appealing of the two rations - the
green veg-meat.  She inspected the food one final time before taking a
tentative bite.  While the consistency was that of dried meat, there was no
taste of meat to be found… or vegetables!  In fact, the only taste Rey could
detect was that of salt!  Though it wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought it
would be, it still wasn’t good.  Rey chewed through the rest of the tough,
salty meat substitute.
“Can I please have some water?” Rey asked in that tiny voice of hers.  Her
tongue was dry and coated in a layer of salt that desperately needed to be
washed down with a drink.
“No water,” Unkar snarled, “You have to actually work for something as costly
as that!  Drink this.”
Unkar tossed a dented, tin flask at the girls feet with a loud CLANG.  Rey set
the ration plate on the ground and grabbed for the flask.  Rey eagerly brought
the flask to her lips and took a large gulp of whatever was inside.  The girl
immediately regret it.  
The liquid burned her tongue, throat, and nostrils.  Though she had swallowed
most of the drink she took, she spat out whatever was left onto the sand.
“W-What is that?” Rey coughed, her eyes beginning to water. 
Unkar roared angrily, “You spoiled brat!”
The alien raised a grimy hand and brought it down hard, striking across Rey’s
cheek and sending her falling back against the wall of the stand.
Tears immediately began to flow.  Rey’s held her cheek, still white-hot from
Unkar’s slap, as she cowered in the corner.
The alien scowled angrily at the girl, “Do something like that again, and a
slap will be the least of your concerns!”
Rey believed him. There would be far worse consequences in store for her if she
acted out of line again.  Punishments she probably couldn’t imagine or
comprehend.
Unkar staggered past the girl and towards the door to the stand.
“Better get some sleep, Rey… you begin work at the crack of dawn!”
With those final words, the alien slammed the door shut and locked it from the
outside, leaving the crying child alone in the dark.
Rey pulled her knees up to her chest.  All she wanted was to be held by her
parents.
They’ll be back, she assured herself, They’ll come back for me! Tomorrow will
be better… It has to be!
Those comforting thoughts eventually lulled the young Rey to sleep on the sandy
floor of the shack - the remainder of her portion meal was left uneaten.
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