Memories With You

5. Twisted Ways

Keith's P.o.v.

Dark. Very dark. When I opened my eyes it was dark. Yet blinding. Purple. I hate purple. The faint glow of purple armor. Looms outside the cell that I've been placed in. I try to stand up. But to no avail. My hands are handcuffed on either side of me. My wrists just above my head. Something cold wrapped around my neck. Guessing it's another restraint to keep me in place where I currently am. I try to move further from the dark corner. Only to be proven right. My neck is chained to the corner of the cell. In a dog like manor. I don't like this situation. But I must stay calm. I jump as the door to the cell opens and a tall lavender figure enters the cell. So much for staying calm. I think to myself. The figure has long white hair and he easily towers over me. I put on the most menacing face I can muster at the moment due to my low energy. At this the individual smirks. Recognizing his smirk instantly I let out a low growl. "Lotor...." he laughs at this. "What a feisty young red paladin." He steps closer and closer until he's right up in front of me. Crouching down to my level. I turn my head away from him. "Tsk, looks like we need to learn some manners don't we?" He asks. I shudder as I feel two sharp clawed fingers under my chin forcing me to look at him. I close my eyes. "Still as stubborn as ever I see. I'll have to fix that" he then proceeds to pinch my neck with his other claws. I open my eyes only a little. The pain receeds. He stops pinching my neck once I open my eyes fully. "Good.... now back to buissness.... hold still..." he sneers as he reaches into a pocket and pulls out a syringe. Filled with vile orange liquid.
And that's when all he'll is let loose.
I struggle against his grasp. He sits on top of my legs in order to get me to stop kicking. With the little strength I have left I spit in his face. Surprised by this he loosens his grip on me. In which I turn my whole body around. Twisting my arms in the process. Letting the moment deep into my brain as I realize my rash decision. Angered he twists me back around forcefully twisting my arms more. I let out a small yelp at this sudden action. But soon grow weak as the syringe empties it's liquid into my neck. Lotor takes notice of my weakness and gets up off my legs. Smirking down on me he grabs my cheek and whispers "disobey and you'll get punished by me It's that simple, you might as well listen you'll be here a long long time." And for the second time that (well what I can assume was that day) I blacked out. They're not coming, are they? Why would they come for me? When they could stay for themselves.