Hate was rushing through her… she felt it boiling in her veins, running through her bloodstream like the unforgiving lightening that flashed through the skies here. Blonde hair shone dully under the gleaming candlelight, her blue eyes glittered like sapphires with her unshed tears. She had lost everything, and all in the blink of an eye. Her home, her family, and… she choked on another sob.
The monster responsible was already gone, the side of the bed that he had laid on with his superior smirk rapidly cooling. He had gloated telling her that soon he would have the "real thing". She scoffed at that. Once again she tried to sit up, and felt herself pulled back down. Full lips pressed together into a thin line. She had been shackled like an animal to this monster's luxury four poster bed. She found no comfort from the lush soft down that covered it, nor from the elegant 800 count sheets.
She heard a hissing that alerted her to his return. She icily gazed up at him as he strode back into the apartments. She frowned when she smelled the scent of wine practically engulf her. The idiot had gotten himself absolutely wasted.
His eyes glowed as he lowered them down her body. "Allura" came the purred voice. The girl grit her teeth as he lowered himself down on the bed next to her allowing his fingers to trail down her cheek. She winced as he touched a bruise... he stopped and his eyes lit up with concern. She would have found the irony funny if it had not been so sad. He himself had given her this bruise, and most likely more would come.
She let out a sigh of aggravation as she suffered his touches. Her patience began to wear thin as he nuzzled her neck murmuring to her in a soft lilting language. "Princess this would all go much smoother for the best of us if you would just accept the fact that you belong to me. I will give you worlds upon worlds, lay treasures at your feet. Together we can rule the universe! If you would just be a bit more agreeable, I might even allow you to get up from the bed."
A throaty chuckle actually forced its way of out her throat. "You drunken fool, why would you think I would want anything to do with you? I despise you, there is nothing in this world you could give me to ever want anything from you." She saw his eyes widen and slight recognition showing in them. Her eyes narrowed at him and she sneered at him taking away from her natural beauty. 'You claim to love her and yet you cannot even tell the difference. You are a fool!" " Rage filled his eyes, but she no longer cared. She had reached her boiling point days ago. "She grabbed his throat with her hands and hissed at the shackles pulled back at her, but she would not relent this time.
Her sneer deepened as she began to squeeze on his throat hoping that his drunkenness would dull his reaction time. She noticed him cocking his fist back just in time for her to release him and hold up her shackled wrist. He howled as his knuckles connected with the iron bands around her wrist. "You had better kill me now, because if you don't one day I will destroy you"
Lotor grabbed his jaw and stared incredously at the slip of a woman chained to his bed. Everything came into focus quickly and sharply as his hand throbbed with pain. She still sneered at him even as he strode toward the bed with every intent of killing her as she stated he should do. He saw fear flash through her eyes for a second before hatred burned through them.
She fought him as climbed on top of her and wrapped his hands around her throat squeezing tightly. She struggled violently under him, catching him twice on the jaw despite her hands being chained to the headboard of his bed. Her nails dug into his hands as he squeezed harder and felt satisfaction at hearing her gasp for air.
He felt disappointment surge through him when he glanced down at her. He wanted to see fear shining in her eyes, and it was indeed there. The other emotion caught him off guard. Regret shone clear in her eyes he had seen that same look somewhere else, but he could not place where it was from. With a snarl he released her. She fell forward her blonde her flowing over her as she collapsed breathing in deeply.
"You… are a fool…. For not...ending it. "Mocking laughter filled her ears she slumped on the pillows." You refresh me chit, not many would still be addressing me that way after nearly dying. " You won't kill me because I resemble her." He nodded agreeing with her as he stood up and began to strip. She paled watching him, and dreading what came next.
"You would be wise to shut your mouth now chit, unless of course I have a use for it. She turned her had away with yet another sneer. No blush colored this one's cheeks. Well, not any longer. He allowed himself an indulgent smirk. He grabbed her and pulled her to him setting her down on his lap. His gentle gestures did nothing to soothe her; He would do this until he was reminded once again that she was not the one he wanted. As his hands began to rove her body, She separated herself from what was going on and began to plot. "I know that my brother will come for me, and maybe the others will too. If I can survive long enough, I will be able to return to them. Gods, I will never let myself be this helpless again. Never, ever again. She let out a startled hiss as his lips closed around one pert peak . Deny it as much as you want chit, you react to me as if you enjoy this."
He looked up into her eyes and saw sapphire blazing down at him with seething hatred. Not even a hint of desire showed, but her body let him know well enough just how much she enjoyed the ministrations. He trailed down lower and smirked as she showed him no resistance. He parted her and breathed against her. Her eyes clenched shut and she tried to clamp her legs shut too. "Come now chit enjoy this. After all it is an honor." With that he dove into her literally drinking in her essence.
"An honor, this bastard actually has the nerve to call this an honor…" Lotor purred against her making her jump as her hips moved of her own accord. She hated him for getting a reaction out of her, she hated herself even more. " Gods I will never be clean again…" Lotor chuckled at her when he heard her breathy moan. He looked up at her and saw her face flushed, her eyes shut and her teeth grit. "Another night in hell with this beast…I don't really know how much more of this I can endure." She closed herself off to what was going on, having become adept at distancing herself from the situation When she came to again cerulean eyes stared through the man above her to the ceiling above her. Other than the shifting of their hips meeting, no other sound escaped from the room.
Lotor frowned in annoyance as he saw her eyes glaze over. He brushed a lock of her straight hair away from her face where it had gotten stuck. Her comfort mattered not to him, he only had consideration for one woman. This woman's saving grace was simply her looks. So far it had been the only thing keeping her from handing him over to Zarkon as had been requested. However, the attempt on his life was almost enough to make him want to send her to his father. He smirked ruefully at himself. He could even bear to have her flogged for fear it might mar her beautiful skin. The girl was certainly a handful, but there were other ways of punishing a wayward slave. He shuddered above her as he pondered the possibilities.
"I will have my revenge on you, mark my words." Words from long ago entered her mind. Just focus my darling… focus and it will all come together. She mentally nodded as Lotor finished on top of her. A harsh slap to the face woke her from her thoughts. "Service me or I'll kill you where you lay." An amused look filled the girl's eyes as she glanced up. He raised his fist up above her but he looked startled when she began to laugh at him. "You've already bruised my face, should I fear another bruise from you? Surely you wouldn't do this to her.
"How do you think she will receive you when she learns of your wonderful treatment of the last of her own flesh and blood?" He faltered when he realized the truth of her words. ` He grabbed her by the throat and smirked at her. She gasped for air as he tightened his hands around her throat. He growled as he stared at her face then threw her against the wall. A loud crack was heard before she slumped forward landing on her face back on the bed. " Don't think you are immune to anything you little bitch, you are alive by my leave and that could change at any moment."
"I'm not her, and I will never be her. Lotor turned to watch her as she struggled to lift her head back up. " M..my name… is not.. Allura. She coughed and small trickle of blood escaped her mouth. I.. she paused for a moment glaring at him. My… her head collapsed down on the mattress again. He frowned as more blood spilled onto his sheets. It wouldn't do for the chit to die… just yet. She rolled over and coughed again blood spraying from her mouth. She weakly wiped at it glancing at her hands. Her eyes shifted to him, and in that moment her beauty surpassed even Allura's. " My name is Romelle, and one day I am going to destroy you."