Voltron One Shots

Strangled

Prompt(s): 1. Lance is hanged or strangled, and saved by Keith. / 2. Lance is hanged and either Keith or Hunk saves him just in time.

A/N: Can y'all believe that I found something I haven't used to torture my boi with yet? Ps feed my fanfiction writing habit by commenting pls and thnx

Trigger warnings: strangulation, non-con kissing/touching

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Lance could taste blood in his mouth as he sneered at the man in front of him. He was speaking under his breath in an alien language. He sounded displeased, though Lance wasn't sure why. He wasn't the one that was tied up with a noose around his neck.

"Eh?" the alien grunted and angrily muttered something at Lance. He was roughly tying a knot in the rope around Lance's neck. "There" he said with a wicked smile. The man tugged on the rope, jerking Lance's head forward. "Tight enough?" he laughed. Lance felt rage course through him. He fought down a scream, and then spit in the man's face.

"Fuck you" he spat. The man gripped the rope in his hands and pulled on it. Hard. Lance's airway was cut off for a moment, long enough to send a bolt of panic through him. The man laughed again and then kicked Lance's leg, causing him to double over far enough that the rope began to choke him again. He gasped and straightened up, trying to ignore the throbbing in his shin. 

It was nothing compared to the pain he was soon to feel.

"Such a mouth on you" the man said with a wicked grin. He retreated to the table that was sitting near the edge of the room, just out of Lance's reach. Lance eyed the tools on the table in fear. Which one was he going to use on Lance to torture him? Lance's whole body shook as he clenched his fists, trying to prepare himself for what was to come. 

To his surprise, however, the alien's hands passed over the sharp knives and shining curved blades. He passed the restraints and wicked looking devices. Finally his hand landed on what looked like... duct tape? 

He carried the duct tape-looking material back to Lance and slowly unwound it with his fingers. It didn't look sticky, but the man was having trouble getting it off his hands as he tore off a piece. "As much as I would love to hear your pretty little screams I'm afraid you're making too much noise. The neighbors don't want to hear you" he said, humor evident in his voice. "Because it's just you and me" he whispered, leaning in close. Lance could feel the man's hot breath on his skin. He let out a whine and flinched away from him. "You're already loud and it hasn't even begun. Once the rig starts lifting you I can just imagine the noises you make... Mmm" Lance squirmed uncomfortably and tried to back away from his hands, but the further he moved the more his airway was cut off. He jerked his head to the side, but the man slapped him. Hard. Lance cried out in pain. "Hold still"

"Please. Please don't do this" Lance pleaded. "I promise I'll be quiet. I'll- I'll do whatever you want. Just- just please don't" hot tears poured down his face. He had been trying so hard to mask his terror. He had wholeheartedly believed that his team was going to break in and rescue him, it was only a matter of time. But as the seconds ticked away into minutes, and the noose seemed to grow heavy around his neck, Lance began to fear the worst.

No one was coming to save him.

"Hush up, you'll still be able to breath" the man grunted as he forced the tape-like piece completely covering his mouth. "I can't have you passing out the minute your feet leave the ground darling. No, this only keeps you from being too loud" As soon as the material came into contact Lance felt a scream rip through his throat. It was like thousands of tiny needles pricking his skin, digging into his flesh. The scream ran all the way to his mouth and then--