Only You (Shiro x Reader)

Three

warnings: torture, abuse, angst, and self harm

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The screams.

The screaming never took a break. Louder and louder it would become, always surprising you that your voice could even reach such volumes.

"Higher." The witch would rasp, and the druid beside her would push on the lever further in, unfazed by your bloodshot eyes and nearly limp status. Another pure shock ran through your body, coursing through your veins in sharp and violent motions. The electric current inching thickly until your body was left murky and dull.

"Very well done, I'm surprised you managed to handle the warm-up this time." She runs a sharp nail along your arm. The sensation made you shudder, the contact feeling like complete numbness from the recent dose of electrocution. You barely tried to resist, letting out a gruff mumble instead. She smirks and lifts up your head with the pad of her finger. "Let's get started shall we?"

The door slid open, another druid stepped inside the chamber. "Forgive the interruption high priestess, but our scanners have spotted two of the Voltron lions flying throughout one of our east sectors in the Dyquin star system. The general has requested for you to transport our fleet to their location immediately."

You had heard about the rise of Voltron about a year ago. Five sentient lions that would band together and form a mighty warrior to defend the galaxy. You never believed in such stories, heroes didn't exist. No one ever came for you, and no one ever will. That was what the old woman would tell you everyday, and little by little, you had begun to believe it.

The witch slid her finger away from your chin, instantly making your head fall back to your chest. Her robe swept by your feet as she walked out, she turned to the druid that was operating the controls. "Take her back to the cell." With that the door slid shut, and she was gone.

The druid tapped along the control board, shutting down certain functions, then releasing your restraints, resulting to you falling flat onto the cool metal floor. Your vision was blurry, but you could make out the form of the druid beside you.

"Get up." He pries. Shoving your shoulder with the heel of his footing. You grimaced, trying to regain your breath. "Get up or I'll make you." He stifles under his breath. You steadily braced both of your palms to the floor, aching to lift your body up.

The impatient druid instead delivered a blistering blow to the back of your head with the ball of his foot. For a second, you see pure white and hear muffled ringing, before seeing nothing but inky darkness.

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You wake up back in the cell. It was always back in the cell. The first nights you were here you thought all of this was a horrible nightmare, dreaming to wake up back home. But dreams were purely made of false hope, you knew it was all fake. Lies, cover-ups, deceptions to hide the truth.

You wince sitting up, feeling the thundering discomfort along the base of your head. You raised your fingertips along the roots, feeling a wet and murky substance run along your damp hair. You shifted your hand back to the view of your eyes. Blood, glistening and running down your fingers.

There was another glisten from the room catching your eye. You gaze up to see a small and sleek blade on the opposite cot. You weakly made your way over to it, nearly falling from the heavy feeling in your head.