Klance/Langst Oneshots

Dark Past pt. 8

⚠Warning⚠: do not read if you're not comfortable about rape.

Lance saw the hopeless and fearful faces as the last thing from his teammates, the acing in his heart only intensifying. He will go back to that dreaded place he learned to hate with all his heart, the moments there replaying in his head. The torture, the beating, the sex, cries and please for Lotor to stop it all replayed in his head.

He was being taken into one of Lotor's ships, leaving everyone behind he so cared about and re-entering the life he so dreaded. With each step he made Lance's stomach turned, like he was going to throw up. His hart aching, the tears that are threatening to spill, every time was going to get worse again.

Lance was forced to stand next to a chair, a chair that was in the middle of the control room of the ship. Lance stood there for a couple of minutes when the door opened revealing Lotor in all his filthy glory. He made his way to Lance who stood next to his chair, standing close, too close for Lance's comfort he breathes in his neck.
"I missed you, pet." He said in his ear making Lance shudder, Lotor smiles at his reaction and starts to put his hands on Lance's arms.
"You should have known I would come again, you're mine and mine alone you will never escape from me." Lance was shaking, the unwanted touches, those horrible words as if he is just a thing instead of a living being and the soft smile Lance feels that lingered on Lotor's lips. He hated it all, not feeling safe, not feeling wanted, just feeling used like some toy. And that is all he was, at least to Lotor.

Lotor sat on his chair commanding Lance to sit on his lap, Lance refuses first but with a hard tug on his arm he is now sitting in the monsters lap. Lance forces his body to calm down, to not let Lotor see his fear but it doesn't work his lips keep trembling, his hands keep shaking and his hart won't stop aching since Lotor's arrival. Lance keeps his hands on his lap refusing to make eye contact with Lotor.
"Set coordinates to the main ship immediately, I have plans I can't miss." With the last part of his sentence he grabbed Lance's chin and make him look at himself, giving Lance a evil, sick smirk. Lance's eyes show fear and who can blame him. The ship starts moving leaving the place Lance was free and safe for the last time, not wanting to look back he shuts his eyes, making tears roll down his face.

He feels a hand caressing his cheeks, hoping it was Keith and when he opened his eyes it would all turn out to be a dream. But he knew, he knew from the bottom of his hart that if he opened his eyes it would be Lotor and not Keith, Keith the one he loved, Keith the one he wanted to be with to be safe with, the one he wanted to give his virginity to. But Lance knew that was all a fairy tale, he wasn't a virgin since he was thirteen, he would never escape from Lotor's clutches even tho Keith promised him to protect him, Lance knew that promise would be impossible to keep so he didn't blame Keith at all. This was all his fault, he was the weak one, he was the one who couldn't stop crying, he was the one who was worthless.

Lance was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he totally forgot that Lotor was holding him inappropriate, his hands on Lance's tights and nibbling on Lance's neck. Lance was totally out of it escaping the hell of realaty to go in the hell of his own dissrtuctive mind and eyes still closed.
"Wake up beautiful we're here." Lotor whispered in his ear, the warm breath tickling Lance in an unpleasant way. Lance finally opens his eyes seeing he was still in this hell to his dismay, he stands up from Lotor's lap to be immediately pulled to the monsters chest. Feeling crowded and dirty he walks closely with Lotor to where ever he wanted.

He stood at a door with Lotor still holding him close, with one glance at Lotor Lance sees the wicked smirk traveling up his face. Lotor turned around opening the door and there Lance sees it, the room he was tortured the most. The Kings size bed, the pillows everywhere on the ground, the same dresser's, the green plants, the window viewing the galaxy with a sort bed couch thing where you could sit down and stargaze, and the pole in the middle of the room. There were clothes on the bed like the last time he was put in here, it all was still the same only a few new plants, pillows and clothes. It was a beautiful room, but Lance couldn't find it beautiful anymore with knowing that his worst fears where here.

Lotor gripped his arm tight making a bruise in time, he was dragged to the bed he so desperately didn't want to see or touch. Anything in this dammed place Lance didn't want, but here he was for the second time and just waiting for everything to replay but a bit different. Lance was pushed on that dreaded bed, feeling that silky smooth texture at his finger tips. Falling on the softest pillows in the Galaxy, the most comfortable bed in history and it all felt like hell. No matter how great it was it would be the worst thing in the Galaxy and history for Lance if he was in this place with Lotor.

He gazed at his captivator and saw the lust in his eyes, the lust for his body and pain. Lance struggled against his grip, his eyes stinging for the wanted tears but not letting them go. Fighting for his freedom he got out of the monsters grip making Lotor gasp. Lance kicked Lotor in the gut making him crumble to the ground, Lance saw this as his way out. He booked it and went through the door running through the halls, he hasn't been here for a day and he already is farther in an escape plan than the first time he was here.

Lance didn't know where he was going, he only hoped he wouldn't find Lotor or any of his soldiers. He kept running turning left, turning right through different sets of halls and in all of them he didn't find even one soldier, this was getting suspicious for Lance. He slowed down his pace, turning from a run into a jog to a walking pace.

Lance was about to turn a corner when he felt a hand touching his arm, and all the hope and happiness Lance had in the moment he escaped was gone. The feeling of dread and disgust came crawling back and his body shook. His chances have been taken away from him, but he actually never had them, false hoop is what life gave him and that is the only time Lance was happy.

He was always destined to be nothing, he was brought to this world only to be used, abused and tortured. A toy for pleasure was all he was, he will only be used like a toy, he will never be what he always wanted to be, he will be a toy for anyone who wanted, that is what he was made for to just be a toy. He was always unwanted, sneered at, glared at, looked down at, nobody wanted him for the love they just wanted him for the ability to do whatever they pleased.

Keith never wanted him, never needed him, he only did it out of pity and had nothing else to do. It was a lie like everything else.

That all came into his thoughts with one touch, one touch too much, a simple touch was all it took to break Lance and take everything. His courage, his strength, his bravery, his ability to fight, his hoop, his happiness........
All what he still had, but not much of was gone. It now disappeared from the world probably forever, his little chance for all to be normal for once and fighting for his life was gone with one simple touch, a touch too much.

Lance felt like he was thrown on something, it was soft, silky it had a nice touch but it also felt horrible and familiar. And that's when Lance realized he was thrown on the bed in the room he despises with the person who broke him. Lance just lay there his bed limp as if a doll, all his fight gone through the drain and he finally accepted his faith but this time with no tears, no fears or even a touch of emotion. Lance was all empty inside, he didn't feel a thing all the emotional pain was gone, but the physical pain will never leave his sight.

Lotor towerd over Lance, Lance just looked at him with dull, dead eyes. No tears to shed or appear just dead, emotionless, dull eyes. Lance let Lotor do as he pleased, just laying there an accepting all.

Like a toy, the toy he always has been.