The Galran Slave

Prompt: Part 2 to Shiro fic (requested by anon)

"You there! Slave girl! You let my glass become empty." A Galran officer growled at you waving his empty glass accusingly at you. You bowed your head and quietly attended to his needs. You learned it was best to say nothing at all. They were less likely to do pay you any attention. After you poured him his drink you turned to retreat back to your place in the corner but he threw his hand out and roughly gripped your wrist.

"I recognize you, Slave." He declared. "Have I had you before?" He leered at you, his eyes greedily raking down your body. You sneered at disgust at him.

"No." You responded firmly, slowly trying to back away from him. He yanked you back to his side and roughly grabbed your chin and pulled you down to his level, his fingers digging painfully into your cheeks.

"Well perhaps I would like to." He growled menacingly, sending a terrified chill down your spine. The general slammed his fist down on the table and burst out with a dark laugh.

"Be careful what you bite into, comrade! It's the pretty ones that bite back!" The general laughed. The officer pulled your face closer to his so that your faces were just inches apart.

"You won't bite will you, little one?" He asked staring you down. You eyes hardened and you were tempted to spit in his face but you restrained yourself. You didn't want to see what a roomful of fierce Galra warriors would do to you if you provoked them. You were well aware of how brutal they could be as your thoughts turned to how they had brutalized Shiro in front of your eyes. Thesecreatures are monsters and showed no remorse for the lives they destroy. You wouldn't give them a reason to turn their eyes to you.

"This one," The general started pointing his finger at you. "Was once the pride of the gladiator arena, the most bloodthirsty female warrior that we've had the pleasure of watching for years. She could stand toe to toe with any foe that we threw at her. Unfortunately, when we matched her against the Champion this one decided her pathetic sympathies for the man outweighed her will to survive. She had to be broken of her disobedience." The general explained your history as if you weren't even standing there. You sent a hard glare over his way but otherwise said nothing. The officer gripped your chin harder and forcibly turned your head back towards him so that you were looking into his cold eyes.

"A gladiator, you say? Good. I like my whores to have a spine!" He emphasized with a hard smack to your ass. Before you could even register what you were doing, your fist collided with great force across his jaw. His head turned at the force of the impact and he slowly reached up to rub his jaw. He turned his glare towards you and spat blood at your feet.

In a flurry of activity all of the Galra soldiers rose from their seats poised to attack you with the exception of the general who remained calm in his seat. The officer that you had just assaulted roughly threw you onto the table and pinned you down by the neck. He enclosed your neck with his hand and started to squeeze until you could feel yourself running out of oxygen. You scratched and clawed at him in the attempt to free yourself but you were easily overpowered by the alien.

"Dirty harlot! You dare lay a hand on a soldier of the Galra Empire?" He yelled. Spots started to dance across your vision as you started to black out. The world faded away and your thoughts started to shift to your home on Earth, to your friends, your family and finally to your love, Shiro. You remembered how loved and safe you felt in his arms as you comforted each other after every battle and every subsequent life you were forced to take. You embraced the memory of his safe and secure arms and how he would always whisper to you at night what it would be like when the two of you went back home. Just as you were about to blackout the General slowly stood up from his seat.