•Chapter 2•

                                    

                                          
The following chapter contains themes of rape, and strong language.
                          
Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these themes. If I portray something wrong please let me know so I can fix it or explain myself. Thank you.
                          
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-2 hours later-
                          
Lotor took the chains off of the chair and held it tightly in his hand. I hadn't noticed he stood up until the chains around my neck chocked me. I followed him down the halls not wanting to be chocked again. I hadn't been to this part of any Galra ships before. Even when the other paladins and I would rescue prisoners, none of the prisoners were this far into the ships. Even now, after two weeks with Lotor I never have been back here. "Where are we?" I really don't like going into an unknown area with this creep that keeps dropping not to subtle hints about how he wants to get into my pants. 
                          
"My private section of the ship. Makes sense that you have never been to this area since the security is way higher than either green or yellow could access." He stops in front of a door, walked in, and closed the door after I was dragged into the dimly lit room. He grabbed my waist pulling me close to him, somehow overpowering me. So close that I was basically on top of him
                          
"Let go!" I tried to break free from his iron grip but  he refused to let go. He took me farther into the room till we reached a bed.  All of a sudden I felt his breath on the back of my neck and I froze. 
                          
"If you stop struggling, I'll been nice to you~" his hand slipped farther down to my thigh, and the other stayed around my waist, locking my arms at my side. "I'll treat you better than Keith ever has~" I can't move. I'm so scared, Keith had never done this, he had never forced anything on me. I try and break free, but Lotor won't let go. "Stop! Let go of me!" Lotor finally let me go, and pushed me down on the bed.
                          
"Such a shame. If you would have just let me hold you for a couple of seconds I would have been nice to you." He roughfully hooked the ends of the chains to the bed, pulling me to the headrest of the bed.
                          
"Now Lance... let's see how great those legs really are~" He smiled when he saw the terror written all over my my face.
                          
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-5 months after capture-
                          
"Good morning Lance." Lotor hung his arm over my waist while I woke up in his bed. Again. Like every morning. 
                          
Lotor stopped chaining me up in his room, my guess is that he knows that I'm too scared to try anything and I'm almost always half or fully naked when it's just us so I don't really want to make an escape exposed like that. 
                          
"Last night was fun don't you agree?" A tear fell down my face. All I could think about was how disgusting Keith must think I am. He would never want me back after Lotor did what he pleased with me, mainly my body. Once they save me, I'll have to leave this part out. How will I do that, it's practically my whole experience here?
                          
"How long have I been here?" I ask Lotor quietly. I can't remember, and I haven't seen one clock or calendar since I got here. Even when Lotor would sit in his chair in the control room, he always mixed up how long and when, so I couldn't tell how long I've been with him. "That doesn't concern you Lance." His limp arm on my waist suddenly pulled me closer to him, forming a spoon. "Now Lance, you didn't give the proper response to 'good morning.' What do you say to me when I ask you something?" He whispered in my ear waiting for a response. And he waited. And waited. 
                          
"Fuck you." I try to get up but he pulled me back down.
                          
Lotor sits up, pins me down, grabs my right hand and snaps middle finger swiftly breaking it. "What. Do. You. Say." He demands. 
                          
"F*ck you!" I breath out, stifling down the pain. "Just like I told you, I will not follow your rules! I am not your little obedient sex slave Lotor! Just wait, Keith and the team will rescue me!" I suddenly found some more courage forgetting my fears. I'm not actually sure that Keith will come any more, I may not know how long I've been here but I know that its been awhile.
                          
"Will they want you? I mean, you are definitely not pure or innocent anymore? You clearly want me to touch you, or you wouldn't moan. Even if they tried to get you back, they would never touch you. You're filthy." He laid down ontop of me, rubbing his dick on mine. I held back tears and tried to get free, and eventually Lotor got off of me.
                          
Lotor gets off the bed and walks to his closet to put on some clothes. He walks back to me holding clothes for me to wear under his arm. In reality the 'clothes' are just underwear and skin tight shorts. He said he wanted the best looking pet possible, so every so often, he has me do work outs in his room, as he watches me. 
                          
All I wanted was Keiths weird ass jacket, even though he won't come and save me, his jacket was very comfortable. I reach out to take the shorts when Lotor throws them to the other side of the bed.
                          
"If you answer my question from before I'll let you wear clothes. If not, well, I guess everyone on board will get to see my pet in all his beauty." He stands with a hand on his hip, and his eyes drifting down my naked body.
                          
"...when you ask a question, I answer it with no delay." I reluctantly tell him, cradiling my broken finger.
                          
"And when I say 'good morning' you say..."
                          
"Good morning..." Lotor looked at me to continue,"... did you sleep well." Another tear falls down my face. This twisted monster hasn't ran out of ways to humiliate me. Turning me into a sex slave just for him. There was more to the answer, but like hell was i going to say it!
                          
"And," the hybrid monster demanded.
                          
"That's all." I smirked at him. Lotor face contorted into anger and he marched over to me, through me down to the ground and grabbed the collar and chain off a hook on the wall and clasped it around my neck.
                          
Stop! Get it off of me!" I thrashed around with my hands wrapped around the choker.
                          
"I warned you that if you didn't reply correctly, you would go out naked, but you didn't listen did you?" Lotor reached into a dresser that was never opened before. Lotor pulled out two cuffs, and went to put them on me but I pulled away.
                          
"What are you doing? Stop just let me put the clothes on k?" A nervous smile spread across my face.
                          
"Finish the response." He grabbed my face, squeezing it so much it hurt. 
                          
"... Good morning, did you sleep well, I hope I pleased you last night my prince." He smiled.  
                          
"That's a good pet. Now go bring me those clothes so I can dress you."
                          
"You're a sick bastard you know that?" I whisper just loud enough that he could hear me. For some reason, he didn't do anything. 
                          
I picked up the shorts and start to put them on, ignoring what Lotor had said, when I feel a breath against my ear.
                          
"You are my love, my darling, my pet. You are mine. Don't you ever forget that." All I could do was nod.