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It wasn't unusual for his master to do this kind of things. Suspended from the ground, rusty metal digging into his already bruised wrists. Even tho he felt like screaming in agony, the half- Galran boy knew it would only cause him more punishment. Afterall, the reason he was there in the first place was because he'd misbehaved.
If he only knew what he did…
The boys paws just nearly scraped the floor and most of his weight was being held up by his arms. Not that he'd been able to stand by himself anyway, du to all the pain hat shot trough his body every time he moved. The air was cold on his bare skin (and part purple fur) and he really wished for something to cover his bruised body…No! He shouldn't be thinking such luxuries thoughts!
He was nothing more than a pet of the emperor.
(Slut, bitch, whore)
His ears fluttered at the sound of metal against metal. Behind his blindfold, the travel haired boy could make out the silhouette of an armored solider
Thinking it was someone from the Galra empire, the tiny kitten-like boy lowered its head in submission.
At the sight, Lance felt his stomach knot. Was this really how Zarkon treated I'm secretly a penguins prisoners?
“H-hey? Can you…egh…hear me?”. Footsteps came closer and he flinched as skin meet skin.
“Shi- I'm sorry…listen…I'm gonna have to shoot down the chains, and I need you to try landing on you feet”. The voice was calm, almost…caring...”can you do that?”. It really was concern…wow, this guy was a really good actor.
This wasn't the first time Master Zarkon’s done this, sending random guards down to fetch him after a punishment, some even giving him false hope by saying their there to save him. This guy was t fooling anyone.
The hybrid shook his head, not being able to form proper words due to the lack of water the past few days.
Why didn't the taller one just drop the act already and get down to the beating he deserved…
To be honest, Lance should probably be a little bit embarrassed standing in front of a tied up naked body, but right now he just felt incredible rage building up like in a exploding volcano. Lance have to get this kid out of here some way or another, even if it meant he'd have to carry him back to the lions.
“Hold on little guy”, Lance pointed his bayard at the dangling chain and fired.
The sound echoed around the empty room and the Galra didn't even have time to react before he hit the gritty floor with a crash and a whimper, limbs to exhausted to even try holding him up.
“Shoot, are you ok? I didn't know it was this bad”.
At that moment, he couldn't help but sob a bit as he curled up shaking like a leaf. He'd had enough already. He was waiting for the fist hit, but it never came.
The worst was when he felt warm hands wrap around his skinny figure, holding him close as the bigger male presumably tried to calm him down before punishment began.
“Sssss~ it's ok….Hey guys, can someone come help me? I'm in section B on the 3rd floor and I've found..ugh.….someone who needs instant medical help”. Still not being able to see trough the piece of cloth in front of his eyes, the younger one wondered who the person was talking to.
Instant pain on his back made him cry out before the weight of the metal disappeared.
“Do you know how long you've been here?”
How long?
“T-T-three…”. “Hours?!”, the boy asked as if he didn't know already. “D-days…”, it came out as a hoarse whisper and it was surprising the other one even got that.
“THREE DAYS!” Dude that's like…way to long! God, no wonder your hands look like torn up meat”.
Their body shifted, a hand coming up brushing lightly against his bleeding cheek before carefully hooking a finger under the blindfold, sliding it off.
“I'm Lance by the way”.
“LACE! Who the hell is that?”
“Oh, hi Pidge”.