Chapter 5: Dicipline

(AN: Omg I'm so sorry for disappearing ?? I've been so busy lately and I miss writing :( )

"Get yer' hands off me, 'ya slob!" Keith slurred, pushing against the Galra Prince, punching the back that he was slung over.

Lotor leaned forward and dumped Keith onto the floor, stomping past him and to the control room. "Put him with the others." He snapped, large hands grabbing Keith's arms immediately.

Keith struggled and tried to kick, being forced to his feet, dragged through the ship hallways. After he continued to stumble, the guards gave up, letting him hang between their arms. His heels scraped against the floor, his head lolling from side to side.

When they got to what seemed to be an appropriate cell for a Voltron paladin, they threw him inside, slamming the door shut and locking it.

Keith groaned and looked up, watching the figures leave, then sitting up. He doubled over and clutched his stomach, vomiting onto the floor.

He heard feet scuffle around him, making him turn and look, wiping his mouth.

Terrified yellow eyes were focused on him, all huddled in the corner. They were all Galra, or... part Galra.

"Sorry..." He groaned, tasting acid on his tongue. He tried to stand up, stumbling over to an opposite corner of the cell, curling up in the corner. He sighed, his arms wrapped around himself, closing his eyes, his back to the aliens.

A small hand rested on Keith's shoulder, making him flinch and sit up. The alien child scurried back to its parents, staring at Keith with wide eyes.

The mess Keith had made was already gone, but the cell stank of fear and death. There was another corner they all avoided, a small pile of bodies cluttering it.

Keith felt dread hit his stomach like a lead weight, his heart sinking. He was going to die here.

Boots thudded agains the ground, stopping in front of the cell.

"Red Paladin, step forward." A low voice growled, the alien captives cowering together.

Keith shakily stood on his feet, leaning on the wall. "C'mon in. I'm too drunk to fight you, not like I can hurt ya'."

"I said, Red Paladin, come forward." The voice repeated, an uncomfortable heat coming from the collar around Keith's throat. "Don't talk back again."

Keith tried to pull the collar away from his skin, groaning softly from the discomfort. He stumbled over to the guard, holding onto the cell bars.

"Make it stop." He growled, panting softly.

The guard opened the door and backed up, offering a hand out.

Keith pushed the hand away, stepping out of the cell, looking at him questionably. "Are you freeing me? Are you with the Blade?" He looked around, feeling the heat from the collar fade.

"Let's go." The Galra ignored his questions, locking the cell door and walking down the hallway.

Keith followed behind him quickly, doing his best to keep from stumbling. "What's your name? Where are we going? Where's your blade? Did Kolivan send you?"

"Shut up, kid." He growled, stopping at a large door. "Go in there, clean up." He pushed open the door, revealing an elegant bedroom, a pair of clothes laid out on the bed.

Keith hesitated at the door, his palms sweating.

"Go." The voice urged him, making him take a few steps inside the warm room. The door closed behind him, a loud click of a lock sounding through the room.

Keith took a deep breath, his nose being hit with a strong wave of lavender.

He wandered around the room sluggishly, looking at all the details, looking for escape routes. He found none, returning to the clothes laid out on the bed.

The red paladin slumped against the bedpost, taking labored breaths, closing his eyes. He didn't feel too fancy, the drug still in his system.

The door opened, and multiple servants filed in, making Keith look up. They rushed over to him, fidgeting about how he looked and smelled, helping him dress out of his armor and under-suit.

He didn't bother to fight them when they stuck him in a tub, the warm water soothing his tired limbs.

After his bath, one of the servants dried him off, another grabbing some ointment and rubbing it on the odd-colored scratch, talking in foreign tongue with the others.

He slowly got dressed into the clothes provided, scowling at how much skin was shown. He laid on the bed, deciding sleep was best at the moment, since he had nowhere to go.

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Within the next hour, a hand grabbed Keith's shoulder, gently waking him from his sleep. Keith looked up into the face over him, jerking away and falling out of the bed when he saw that it was Lotor.

"Glad to see you're awake, Red Paladin." Lotor smiled, walking over to where Keith was, running his eyes over the boy's trembling body. "Do you like the clothes I picked out for you? It looks beautiful on your skin."

"Fuck off, Lotor." He growled, standing up, pressing his back to the wall. "I'm not your slut, I'm not your toy. I'm a paladin."

"A paladin?" The prince taunted, stepping closer. "You're a halfbreed. They didn't want you. In their eyes, you're garbage. A sad result of a savage race and killers."

Keith shook his head, gritting his teeth. "Your lies won't phase me, Lotion." He swung a punch to Lotor's face, his fist being caught before impact.

Prince Lotor slammed Keith's fist into the wall, pinning him there. "Fine. I won't lie." He said in his chilling voice, his face inches from Keith's. "My father wants all half-breeds under his control. All Galra have something in their blood; where they cannot deny a command from their emperor. It's amazing, really."

Keith stared up at Lotor with wide and terrified eyes, trying to jerk his hand free.

"We will take Voltron, Keith. Give up." Lotor squeezed Keith's wrist, making him cry out softly. "I can't free you either."

"Why not?" Keith huffed.

"Father's orders. So get comfy here."