Caving (Original by Sketchy_girl)

Chapter 1

(A/N): The original story is by Sketchy_girl ! Please check them out!! They gave me permission to take on the story!!! With that said, there is cursing/cussing in the this story! If you wish for me to censor any of it please tell me! 

So please enjoy! :D

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Lance Pov

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My vision blurred in and out a focus. I remembered the events from before, but just barely. My head was pounding, and it was hard to stay conscious. My head felt like pulsing. With every beat of my heart a rush pain ran through my head. No doubt I had a concussion. I laughed in my head. I guess they roughed me up pretty bad. My feet were spread in front of me, being dragged along. I was being carried, more like dragged, through the hallways of this Galra ship. I had no idea where I was, and the memory of how I got here was still a haze in my clouded head. I remembered before how I was down, and calling for help. Then I saw Galra swarm me. Before everything went black I saw a haze of purple and white. A little red. I wondered what was the red. Was it blood. Was I bleeding? Probably was, but right now it was hard to tell. All I could seem to think about was Keith. My boyfriend. I prayed that he was safe. Safe back on the Castle of Lions. Far, far away from this place. A part of me wished that Keith was trying to find me, but another wished the opposite. They might use me as bait to lure the rest here. I wouldn't know what I would do if my Keith got hurt because of me. I shook the thought aside. There were other things I had to worry about right now. 

There were two Galra soldiers dragging me along. They took so many twists, and turns. I tired so hard to keep track. To keep my mind on something, and not black out again. Right, left, right, right. Wait! Was that a left turn? Have I been doing this wrong? My mind wondered for a moment, but by the time I was brought back to reality the soldiers took too many turns for me to even guess the path back. It felt like they were tying to mess with my sense of direction, and damn it, it was working. I thought I might grow crazy when finally they stop. The fog in my mind was almost gone now that my brain had something to focus on.

The Galra that I deemed Jerry, cause he was rough with me when dragging me through the hallways and seemed to be very annoying jerk, pulled me to my feet forcing me to stand. My knees were about to give out underneath me until Jerry pressed something, that felt like a gun, into my back giving me a warning to stay on my feet. It was hard, but I complied. I didn't feel like having a bullet lodge into my back. He turned me around so I was now facing the large metal door in front of us. It didn't look like the normal cell doors of a regular Galra prison. This one was different. Those doors had been plan and purple. Almost blending into the wall if you didn't know where you were looking. This door was different. It had the Galra symbol carved into it, and painted as purple as their fur. Something not good was behind the door. I knew this. With my mind still in a bit of fog I wasn't able to say something clever to the guards.

The second Galra, whom wasn't burdened by my names, entered something into the key pad by the door. Great. I thought. It's locked with a code. I was frustrated at that fact. It made the chance of rescue slim. Still I wasn't ready to give up. I would fight until I died of exhaustion.

When the Galra finished putting in the code the door swung open with a swoosh retreating into the walls. A fast breeze, caused by the door, hit me pushing the hair off my face. I didn't have time to process the room when in was thrown into it. I landed hard on the ground with a 'whump' the left side of my body absorbing most of the blow. I let out a little whimper as a sharp pain ran through my shoulder, and down my back. Not my finest moment. To be honest I felt like a sack of potatoes. A sexy sack nevertheless. It didn't take me long to realize the chains hanging about the room despite the pain. I let out a little tsk before my lips opened to make a snarky remark.

"Kinky," I chuckled, "but you could at least take me out for dinner first." Jerry gave me a disgusted scowl before the door closed, and he was out of view. I pushed myself up careful of my sore shoulder. I looked about the room, and I felt my stomach drop. The chains that laced the wall would be concerning enough, but there tables upon tables covered with knives. Each one was different. Curvy, straight, short, long. They were all different. And I'm guessed each one was made for a different purpose. Then my eyes reached the center of the room. What looked like a furnace was there. It was warm, and comforting. Different from the cold harsh floors. I let my eyes wonder a bit more until I see a silhouette in the far corner. It almost looked human. Whatever it was. It was tall, its hair, I could tell, was long. The room was dark, having the only source of light the slow burning furnace, hiding the figure. 

I hated to admit it, but I was taken back when I saw the figure step in the light. His purple skin being complemented by the light of the fire, but at the same time made him like sinister. His hair was long, and white. For a moment I believed the figure was Allura, but Allura did not have purple skin. I scowled at the figure when I realized who it was.Hatred flooded back into me. I spoke before thinking. 

"You're that son of bitch they call a prince, right?" I didn't care to hide the venom in my voice. All I felt towards the Galra and Altean hybrid was hatred. Lotor let out a soft chuckle taking a couple steps towards me. 

"And you're that sexy paladin with the legs, right?" His lips formed into a smirk. At first I didn't know whether he was taunting me or flirting with me. Then he winked at me. I felt a shiver run down my spine. Did this guy just flirt with me?! Who in the quiznak did this guy think he was?

"I'm taken. Back off." I spat with a low growl forming at the base of my throat. He was getting closer to me. Too close. And with every step I felt bile rise higher in my throat. What did this creep want? He was a monster, and he was almost on top of me. I didn't back away. No. I had to stand my ground. Show this creep that I wouldn't give easy. He finally stopped when I had to crane my neck into an uncomfortable position just to look at him. He was standing over me with a smirk slapping onto his face. It darkened his eyes sending chills down my spine.

"Not anymore," He knelt down so he was at my level. I was ready to spit in his face. "You're mine now." I scoffed, but I wasn't able to make a come back when he grabbed the chain that restrained me. "Haven't you noticed these nice bracelets?" He pulled the chain up forcing my hands into the air. Lotor examined cuffs around my wrist a moment, then looking back at me. His eyes piercing mine. Then he pouted. He pouted like an innocent child begging his mother for something. But he is anything but innocent. Far from it. "Only a true lover would give such nice looking jewelry to you." He said in a desperate yet innocent voice. It crawled under my skin. Man this guy was giving me a bad feeling. 

"Cuffs?! You mean the cuffs?!" I shouted pulling away from the weirdo. At least I succeeded in that. The chain was yanked out his grasp. "How dare you! How dare you call yourself my 'lover' when you captured me and chained me like an animal! I'm not your lover, and I'll never be, you sicko!" I couldn't help but spit in his face to top everything off. He didn't look as happy about it as I did. He back handed me with a quick flash. It took me a moment to feel the sharp sting my cheek. I tasted something like metal in my mouth. He split my lip. At looked at the wall for a moment. Still a bit dazed. He stood up looking down at me like some one would a pet. So I guess I was only an animal to him. 

"Is that any way to talk to me?" His voice was stern, and cold. His voice held nothing, but hurt. Though his voice didn't mean anything to me. "Your prince." Now this hit me. I wanted to charge at him. Tackle him to the ground, and beat him to a bloody pulp. I was no ones. Certainly not Lotor's. He would never be any prince of mine. "Kneel." He said cold, and long. Like a snake. "Kneel before your prince."

"Vete al Infierno."

To be continued

(A/N): "Vete al Infierno" means "Go to Hell" in Spanish. 

Thank you again to @Sketchy_girl !! Keep up the good work!! I loved Caving, and I was thrilled when she let me take it on! But, if I missed anything or I need to change something don't be afraid to tell me! I hope you enjoyed, and I hope to see you in the next chapter!!! Thanks, and bye!~