straight jackets and heartbreak

Let The Game Begin

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They got cocky as a Galra fleet closed in on them. They tried, the really did, but it wasn't enough. There they were on their knees, guns to the back of their heads. In front was none other than the new leader of the Galra empire now, king Lotor.

"Where is princess Allura, my dear paladins?" He smoothly replied, while leaning forward on his throne.

"She's long gone now and won't be back." Lance said with a smug look on his face like he knows something you don't.

"That means I can do as I please with you. Oh man, this is going to be fun. Separate them, take them all, but the blue one to different 'movie rooms'."

As Lance watch his friends leave the room he felt fear take over. He wouldn't show it but he was scared.

"What, don't I get to see a movie too?"

"Oh you do, but you're not going to like it."

Lance was strapped down with four monitors all around him, 24-hour surveillance of his friends. Each being tortured differently. Keith being forced to fight copies of his fellow paladins, either he killed them or someone else did and they aren't nice about it. Pidge was being made to tell secrets, or make new equipment, or watch her brother and father suffer. Lance wasn't really sure it was the real them or not. God, he hoped not for the things they did to them when she wouldn't comply. Hunk was in a completely dark room. A darkness his eyes would never a just too. The only sound was dripping water and the sound of hunk whispering to himself. Shiro, poor Shiro, was tied to a chair where he was ducked into a pool of murky water for each time he didn't say what he was supposed to.

"What's the point in doing this to me?"

"I just want to watch you and your friends break."

With that he left Lance to watch the screens.

Lance couldn't figure out how long they've been there. It could have been weakes for all he knew. Meals came at random times, the lights always remained dull. There was no way to tell when meals came. The locks on his hands came undone and a tray was put in front of him. He was allowed to eat, after that he was required to put his back into the chains. When he didn't comply the first few time his friends paid for it with blood. He stopped resisting. He was not ready when he woke up in a brightly lit, white room in a straight jacket with padded walls.

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