Little Kitten (Lotor x reader)

V

How long has it been? You wonder to yourself. Your throat is dry from lack of water, your stomach is growling with hunger. You're slumped against the cold walls and your arm is drapped over your stomach. Your breathing is raspy and sounds like sand paper running against sandpaper.

You need food. Your mind wanders to the time with the Paladins. You remember Hunks delicious foods, oh, the thought made your mouth water.

You remember laughing at one of Lance's stupid jokes and telling each other about how much you miss home... You miss his brotherly love and protectiveness.

You remember comforting Shiro when he was having flashbacks. When the leader of Voltron had gone missing you had begun to search endlessly for the black paladin, the others beside you.

You remember Keith offering you a rare smile when you had proven your worth... But that was before he turned cold and distant towards you.

You remember sharing ideas with Coran on how to add or to improve the castles defenses and attacks. You practically knew the inside of the ship like the back of your hand.

Times with Allura were tough, but you and Allura had grown to be like sisters. You often talked to her about Earth, and she would talk about Altea. Sooner or later tears would fall and hugs exchanged.

And finally, Pidge's over excitement practically drowns you with sorrow as you remember when you promised her that you would help her find her family...

Oh, Pidge. I'm so sorry... Looks like I broke that promise... You feel tears start to boil and you try to force them down, but the memories of your old team come raining down on you. The good, the bad, everything comes crashing down on you.

You stifle a sob and feel a burning hot tear leak from your lashes and drop into your hand. You stare at it for a moment. Then you look around the room. You open your mouth. "I will never surrender. I would rather starve or die of thirst, but I will never give you the satisfaction of me begging for mercy! You hear me you quiznacking idiots?! (replace with more colorful words if you like) I will not grant you that pleasure! You hear me?! For the sake of Voltron, I WILL NOT BRAKE!" your voice cracks and your voice fails you and you stare ahead of you, pain threading through you.

You lean your head back and sigh, the cool metal easing the headache you have gained.

You groan softly as you try standing up. Pain from the shot in your leg makes you wince, but you manage to make it into a standing position. You lean against the wall heavily, but look around the small, cramped area.

Now that you're standing, the room seems smaller, making you feel slightly claustriphobic.

You sigh and try not to focus in that fact. Slowly, you manage to make it to the other side of the room. Your breath hitches when you accidently bump a tender muscle. You're stiff, hurting and raw. Exposed and burned skin has turned an angry red. Puss has clotted around your open wounds.

You try not to focus on that as your fingers skim the walls as you try to find cracks in the walls that indicate a door.

You walk slowly around the room, searching and searching. There's nothing. How is that even possibile? You sit down with a quiet moan. You need water. Without that precious liquid you'll die. Slowly, but surely you'll die.

Your heart drops at this fact. You haven't even reached age 20 yet. You want to cry, but your mind flashes to the promise you made. You had sworn to yourself that you weren't going to cave. The question is... Who is it for? Voltron? Or you?

You rub your arms, a sudden cold hitting you. You shiver slightly and try to warm up. The cold only seems to intensify.

Soon enough you're sitting there, freezing cold and struggling to stay warm. You can see your breath freezing in the air in front of you and your head aches as you remember when you were attacked. You sigh and close your eyes, spasmodic shivers tear through your veins. Your burns are the only things that are profiting off the cold.

Purple. You think quietly. "Purple..." You moan, hardly above a whisper. You would have to strain to hear yourself. As usual, the lioness didn't fill your consious or the empty pit that has slowly started to devour your being, starting with your soul and slowly nothing towards your heart. You could hear your soul shattering in the cold and hear your heart crack like ice.

But you still quietly whimper for the lioness. Beg for her to be with you. She was always able to calm you down. You would cry, but you're to dehydrated to even pull up a single drop. The small bead that had been in your hand had fallen to the ground and turned into ice. You want to scream, yell, cry. Do something! But the pain is way to much. You stare blankly at the wall in front of you.

You had been broken on the inside, but you aren't willing to surrender just yet.

Not yet.

Yay! Done! And I left all you wonderful 'kittens' as Lotor would say at another cliffhanger.

Lotor: *raises eyebrow*

Me: what?

Lotor: I don' t think y/n here is very happy with that, 707.

Me: ... Well... Best get on that next chapter, eh? *salutes* see you all next chapter! Say goodbye pointy ears!

Lotor: I sometimes wonder about this one's sanity.

Me: what is this word 'sanity' you speak of?

Lotor: *sighs*