I'm On My Way

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Warning: This chapter may contain triggering content, such as rape and mutilation. If you have doubts, do not read.

I've always found the best way to comfort oneself in a really shitty situation is to first analyse it. When the lights flipped on I could see some pros and cons. Pro, I look fucking hot. Con, Lotor agrees. The knife glinting in the light was most definitely a con. Didn't know what it meant but best guess he was probably gonna maul me until I decided I wanted to fuck him, but pro, I hold out long enough I get to die!

These are the thoughts that run through Matt's mind as Lotor stalked into the room. He flashed a grin, pointed teeth causing it to be threatening, but wasn't everything with him? "Matt, fancy seeing you here?"

"In my cell? Yeah... fancy that." He replied flatly, his glare making it up to Lotor's face.

Lotor walked over and slapped him, the smack echoing through the room. "You ungrateful little twink," he growled. "Have you no idea what lengths it went to to piece you back together? After every bone in your body had been crumbled to dust? I saved you! And I gave you the life of a prince! and you spit in my face!"

"Your face isn't good enough for my spit." Matt snarled. Katie had always said that his mouth would be the death of him, but hell, he kinda wanted to die right now. So mouth don't fail him now! Then again, Matt had always lived in a perpetual state of wanting to die, it just seemed those feelings were amplified by being captured by an evil alien prince who wants to fuck you in the ass with (possibly) both dicks.

Lotor growled a little then sighed heavily. "I must say your sass is a bit of a turn on. Will you have me?"

"No." Matt would remain relentless until his dying breath. Go on, please use the damn knife.

Lotor ran the knife down a pale freckled thigh and a scream like the gods had never heard before erupted from the fragile boy's lungs. Matt had an amazing tolerance for pain. He barely cried out when every bone in his body was crushed. Still, the blade felt less like a normal cut and more like his soul was being forcibly ripped from his skin.

Suddenly, all resolution to hold out faded in his chest. An animal urge, need, to never feel that pain again consumed his thoughts. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood in order to stifle thoughts of surrender. If he gave in once, there was no point in holding out anymore.

Another stroke was made and he gave in with a gasp. "Okay, fine! Take me!" He almost begged as the pain stopped, only momentarily.

"Awe but I was having so much fun carving your pretty little legs up." Lotor purred at him.

It was like whiplash. One moment he was the most powerful thing in the Galaxy, and the next he was crushed. Now he was powerless, small, and he could do nothing about the hell he was destined to go through.

He continued to carve him as screams echoed through the room before he finally had his way with him, absolutely brutal. There was nothing gentle about how his monstrous member utterly obliterated Matt. And he was left there, curled in a ball and bleeding as Lotor walked out, leaving the broken boy to his own thoughts.

No one could ever love him again. He was filthy now. He should've been stronger, held out longer, but he couldn't remember the last damn time he'd seen a sun ray much less a cloudy day and he wanted anything other than this cold grey ceiling.

Why did Lotor have to think he was beautiful? Why did Matt have to be so fucking weak? Why did he have to be crushed. He'd trade a thousand years in that ring just to take this one- what was it, hours, minutes? It felt like a fucking year. But he'd give anything to have never felt this way.

Now he knew for a fact that no one would save him. He was dirty, and worthless. No one would ever save him. No one was coming.
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The moment Shiro brought Matt home, Pidge knew something was off, but she couldn't quite tell what. She couldn't even think through the elation that her brothers return had caused her.

Matt was home! Matt was safe! She really couldn't ask for much more. But oh how mistaken she was.

Something felt eerily similar to when Shiro had been under Zarkon's control, and it terrified Pidge, yet she was sure she was the only one sensing it. So she said nothing.

Time was spent in the commons, catching up as Matt attempted to fill gaps in his memory from what had happened in the past year, analysing the remaining Paladins. "Have any efforts been made to reform Voltron?" He inquired.

"Didn't feel right without them." Shiro replied, glancing over to the empty red and blue Paladin armour. Empty, so empty it seemed to echo in their absence. Echoes of memories swirled around Shiro, so vibrant he could almost taste them.

Of course there was an obvious hint that Lance would be lost. But Keith was a shock to everyone. When he was found, bloody, on Lances grave, they did the only thing they knew to do. They buried him in a grave next to his lover, having a much smaller funeral, for the only one Keith had ever had on earth was Shiro.

But the team had to believe that somehow Lance and Keith were happy somewhere up there, dancing while Keith sung. It only seemed right. And maybe, maybe they were watching down on them too.

Matt waved a hand in front of Shiro's face. "Did you hear any of what I just said?" He asked, a little irked.

"Sorry... I was thinking." He admitted, swallowing thickly. Something about Matt was different, off. For some reason, Shiro didn't love this Matt.

"Well, I said you're gonna have to do it at some point. You think any other worthy Paladins will arise?" It seemed less like a friendly conversation and more like a interview. Something about his Matt felt wrong. Something about this Matt seemed like the Matt from the video. Something told Shiro that Matt wasn't really safe, none of them were.