Little Kitten (Lotor x reader)

VI

I am so, so sorry for the late publish life kinda hates me right now, but I'll try to update for you wonderful paladins!

(Lotor's PoV)

I stare at the screen. Four days. She hasn't broken in four days. How is this possible? Of course... The cosmic abilities must be supporting her.

"She's stronger than you expected Lotor." Axca says, sitting next to me.

My eyebrows furrow. "She'll break. Anything from the paladins of Voltron?" I ask curiously.

"Nothing. Should we start the torture methods?"

"No. Skip that. Go to stage three."

Ezor's eyes widen. "The 'rescue' stage?"

I nod. "If she's lasted this long, who knows how long it will take her to break..." I stroke my chin thoughtfully. "She's certainly interesting. Taking back what you said about her yet, Zethrid?" I ask the general.

She snorts. "Nope."

I chuckle lightly. "Give her the drugs to make her forget she saw your face. Make the rescue as convincing as possible. Understand me?" I ask, looking to each of them. They nod simultaneously. I grin wickedly. "Then let us begin."

(time skip)
(your pov)

You moan as you wake from your blissful sleep. Your body feels like lead and everything hurts. Your stomach begs for food, and your throat is so dry, you can't even utter a word. You try to gather saliva, but your mouth is so dry, it could be a desert.

You manage to pull yourself up after a few failed attempts. You blink. You must be seeing things. Water and food, sitting there. Right in front of you. You lick your dry and cracked lips. Food. Water. You crawl slowly towards the food, giving a sharp yell when you scrape a still healing wound.

But your mind quickly returns to the green space goo in front of you. You reach out a trembling hand, but hesitate. This could be a trap. Something to lure you into telling the secrets of Voltron.

But... The food looks so tempting. You stare at it, your stomach howling in protest, your throat crying for the clear and life sustaining liquid. You look away, clenching your eyes shut. No. Don't fall for it. Curse it. You look at the food, one eye open, one eye still clenched shut. Yes? No? Maybe so?

You groan. "Fudge it." your boned hand reaches for the clear glass and grab the water. You take a tender sip. Nothing tastes off. You gulp it down, not wasting a single drop. You give a sigh of relief. Hallelujah. You don't touch the food, you never know what they might have done to the water. You lay back down, staring at the purple ceiling. You run your finger over a bruise on your arm, wincing slightly. You hug your chest and close your eyes as you focus on your breathing. Soon enough, you fall asleep again.

(no ones pov)

Lotor smirks. "Told you she would take the water." he looks at the girl, smiling. "She took the bait. Now we just sit back and relax."

Behind him, Axca raises an eyebrow as she folds her arms. Zethrid looks very disgruntled. Ezor just shakes her head silently. Narti is quiet, as usual, but there's a certain vibe coming off her that's more than hostile.

Lotor doesn't notice this. His eyes are glued on the sleeping figure. She's oddly... Beautiful. Despite the fact that she's beat up, her hair is a rats nest, she's oddly filled with grace. Beauty. He launches those thoughts out of his head. No. They are enemies. She is the enemy. Voltron is his enemy. His smirk turns into a grimace. His generals take notice, but say nothing.

I'm sorry this is so short, but I barely have any time to write anymore. This story is my child, I love writing this thing. I will try to update every week, if not, every other week. Love you paladins!

Lotor: *raises eyebrow* this story is your child?

Me: it's a metaphor, Shakespeare in the park. Doth mother know you weareth her robes?

Lotor: ...

Me: *face walls*

Lotor: what are you doing?

Me: *muffled* facewall, when face palm isn't enough to hide the fail.

Lotor: *shakes head* I swear this woman is crazed.

Me: you got that right.