VLD Oneshots (Character x reader) ~ REQUESTS ARE CLOSED :'(

Reader and Pidge - Sanity

***WARNING, VERY CRUDE AND INAPPROPRIATE FOR YOUNG AGES. FOR YOUR INNOCENT MIND, PLEASE SKIP***

Requested by: loser_girl_12

You helplessly sat, leaning against the walls of your cell. Sitting in the corner didn't support your back like you wanted it to, but it was the only available place to sit. Other prisoners like you were cramped into your dark cell leaving little to no room.

You were all in the same boat. The Galra, being the monsters they were, raided your home planet and took you all as prisoners or worse. You and two other girls in the cell were entertainers. These morbid beings thought that putting shackles on you, threatening your life would make you look pulchritudinous.

The thought of rescue or even escape had betrayed you long before your first performance. The second you were brought onto this ship, the consequence of disobedience or attempt to flee was demonstrated less than a metre before your eyes, death or fearsome torture. Both of which shattered any hope of you trying to leave.

If anything was more fearful than being pushed out of an airlock without a suit would be facing a Galra interrogator with a whip. You had lost two brave girls to that fate. Their bodies were dragged across the floor, their blood smearing the ground. Screams bombarded your dreams for the next few weeks.

The cell door opened. Nemrock was standing there. "(y/n), Crystal and Jewel. There is a celebration tonight and you three are one of the best we have. Make sure you don't disappoint us, you all remember what happened to the two wretches that tried to escape." Nemrock sneered with pleasure as he saw your intimidated faces shrivel up in fear.

You hated him. You hated that lowlife. You would gladly take his life without a second thought, but you obeyed him. You obeyed him like a lifeless myrmidon, a servant obeying their master without hesitation or question. You wondered how many more men you were going to please tonight. Hopefully, they would just stare at you tonight and not touch you at all, but you knew that that would not happen tonight. Not when they will be high on drinks.

...

Loud blaring music, offbeat and out of sync flooded the room. The chatter of foreign space language came from all sides and parts of the room. Whatever happened today or maybe even yesterday was obviously big. You estimated that the party would last for about nine hours, seven if everyone kept drinking at the rate that they were. Hopefully, everyone would get drunk and pass out.

Crystal, Jewel and you were given very seductive clothing. Crystal was given the usual uniform like everyone else. A pink salmon bikini underwear with silk-like clothing covering her torso, hanging from her wrists and shoulders. Jewel was showered with blue and turquoise jewellery, she had necklace upon necklace constricting her neck. Her wrists and ankles were tied with bangles and bracelets.

You were given the privilege of wearing black.Your bikini clothing was similar to Crystal's, but you had fancy bangles and ankle bracelets. You wore the uniform of a dancer. This was not good. You were a horrid dancer. You wondered if it was a good idea to switch with Crystal or Jewels. The black would suit well with Crystal, it even matched her hair.

"Crystal, I think you should be the dancer" You whispered timidly. Crystal widened her eyes in shock. The last time we swapped places, we were given lashes on our back and legs. But that was because we were call-girls trying to sneak away as servants.

"We won't get in trouble. You're the best dancer and I'm better a being a call-girl. If we switch places and get caught, I'll take the lashes" You offered. You winced at the word lash but knew that it would be the only thing that was tempting Crystal into switching places with you.

Crystal simply nodded. With the thirty minutes we had left, we switched places and pampered ourselves with makeup, perfume and ointments. This is going to be hell brought into space.

...

That night you slept away from the others. It was the usual behaviour of a call-girl who hated her job. Your stomach was twisted inside and out and you silently begged for escape. Images of men and from all drooling species vividly flashed past your mind. There was no end to the nightmares, even when you were asleep.

You had figured out why they were celebrating. Apparently, there was some kind of weapon named Voltron. And the Galra had captured one part of the weapon. Your heart subtly sunk. The Galra were a conquering species. If a new weapon was going to be created, they would be unstoppable.

You sat in your cell, numbed by the news and events of tonight. You closed your eyes as you waited for your usual nightmares and horrors. Suddenly, the door was opened. You looked and saw two figures in the doorway. A tall figure and a short figure, both wearing black and green. They were human. 'I've lost my mind. I knew I would lose it sometime soon. Now, I'm hallucinating escapes'  I thought.

"We're here to help" A male voice reassured. Your heartbeat spiked when you heard the male speaking. Your breaths became short and quick, you were hyperventilating. Everything around you became obscure. "Is she okay?" the voice asked.

"Her mind is almost unrepairable. She was strong at first, but the Galra are horrid people" Another male voice answered. Your mind was spinning and slowly, the walls began to close in on you.

"She's having a panic attack" A female voice announced. Despite the voice being female, your heart rate stayed at its fleeting pace. Suddenly, two arms held you at your legs and back. You screamed upon contact and frantically broke free.

"No, wait!" The first voice called out. Two arms regripped you and held you against the body of the man who held you. You roughly thrashed side to side, desperate to escape the cage. "Pidge!" The voice cried out.

Frantic footsteps accompanied with the reply, "Coming!" hurdled towards you. You panicked when you heard that someone was coming.

"Leave her!" A foreign voice shouted.

"No! We have to help her!" The first voice argued.

"She doesn't need help. Leave her for the Galra!" The voice protested.

"She needs more help than all of you in the pod combined!" The first voice snarled. You tried to break free, but a sharp pain to your side brought you to your knees. And everything went black.

...

You suddenly felt cold. You gasped, greedily taking any air that surrounded you. You opened your eyes but were blinded when you realised how sharp the lighting was. You shield your eyes with your hands. You didn't realise that you were standing until you tried to move your legs. Your legs wobbled and buckled as you tried to regain your balance.

You tripped and landed on your hands and knees. "Ow!" You exclaimed. Your hands and knees burned. You sat on your leg and looked at your hands. They were free! You didn't have any shackles or scars on them. You quickly took your proper seat and examined your legs. They were free as well. No wonder your body felt so light.

As you stood up you felt something slide under your foot. You gasped when the object slide across the floor. You regained your balance and picked up the object. It was a note and made of paper. Something you hadn't encountered in a long time.

"You're safe now. There's nothing to be afraid of, we're here to help"

- Your new friend Pidge