Captured: Pidge -- (VLD)

Captured

Pidge used to like the colour purple. She used to be rather fond of the bold colour, going as far to decorate her bedroom in various shades of it. The colour used to bring her joy. Now it merely reminded her of the pain and suffering that happened under the rule of the decidedly purple themed Galra.

Purple was everywhere in this place, literally covering every available wall, floor, or ceiling. Even the lights glowed sinisterly in the same ugly colour. Pidge hated the lights in particular. As if the constant glow wasn't bad enough, the lights radiated some sort of energy. Sleep was impossible in these cells as long as the lights were on. The lights were never turned off.

At first she had attempted anyway, fooling herself into believing it was possible. Even going as far to shield her eyes from it with her hands, but the light did more than keep her awake forcefully. They also had some sort of energy sapping quality. After a few days, she could barely move on her own. Let alone move enough to block the offending glow. It was truly fascinating how the seemingly simple lights worked. But she still hated them.

Pidge shivered, an involuntary movement caused by her current lack of covering. Most of her clothing had been removed during her initial examination, leaving her in a thin singlet and her shorts. Pidge hated being cold, it was something she had picked up from Matt, she wondered if he had ever gone through this. She really hoped that he hadn't.

She was being moved today, the robotic voice of the drone had told her so. She thought it rather polite for telling her, but she still wanted to beat its ass into the harsh, purple flooring of the metal ship. She wondered if she would be hit today, one of the druids favourite pass times. They seemed to find glee in watching the red hand prints either fade into nothing or darken into bruises. In this way she could entertain herself for hours on end. It was a rather painful pass time for her victim, but Pidge tried to not let it bother her. She was a Paladin of Voltron, she could handle a few hits.

Her cell door opened and she didn't bother to look up. It would drain her of vital energy she had attempted to conserve. Hands reached out to her and she snarled before biting one of them. Unfortunately the hand belonged to a metal being, and thus produced no results.

Well, no results apart from the muzzle that now adorned her face and the sedative she had been given. Within seconds she was out. Her last thoughts of wrong dosages and death by sedation being a very peaceful way to go.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the dosage did not kill her. She awoke in a small tent like structure, bound and still muzzled. She thought morbidly of another situation that her current state of dress pertained too. If she had been able, she would have let out a bitter laugh, she settled for a rather undignified snort. Pidge shifted in an attempt to get more comfortable as another robotic guard entered. She was rather annoyed that they did not think her worthy of a flesh and blood Galra warden. The droid injected another sedative into her arm and Pidge sighed as she felt it taking effect, making her already sluggish body even more difficult to use. She closed her eyes, praying to all the gods she knew that her team would find her, and rescue her from her own personal, purple hell.