This story was originally posted on Archive of our own by me, expect my username is ShapeShift. This story will also deal with sensitive topics such as RAPE in later chapters, which the author in no way shape or form supports. You have been warned.
The chains cluttered in protest along the long narrow hallway as the three figures trapped within their confines took slow forced steps. They were making their way closer and closer to an arched opening coming further into view. Soldiers, both metal and flesh, 'encouraged' them to pick up their pace with several forceful tugs and prods. One soldier in particular, or perhaps Commander due to how he carried himself with such clear authority and smugness, wouldn't hesitate to provide them with a few extra painful warning shocks should one of them refuse to comply.
The first figure among the three hostages looked worried, some might say scared, and would take quick concerned glances behind him when given the opportunity. He was a rather large, bulky looking individual yet also seemed like the gentle type. Behind him was a tall lanky boy, who looked to be having an inner conflict with himself about which emotion he should decide to show, eventually settling on an irritated glare, which was mostly focused on a flesh soldier who seemed to enjoy poking him with his weapon. Grinding his teeth to try and hold back a remark he would surely regret later only seemed to make the aggravating and quite frankly immature solider enjoy his ongoing jabbing more. After enduring 5 more minutes of this torture, the boys patience finally cracked, and his previous concerns were throw out the window.
"I swear if you touch me with that thing one more time Twilight Sparkle I'll- arrgghh!" His snarky statement came to an a brute stop when numerous volts of electricity grinded through his body.
"Silence human! You are not to make a sound until you're in Emperor Zarkon's presence! Then you can plead for your life!" The yet to be confirmed Commander ordered, receiving a reply from the boy in the form of a glare to the back of his head.
"Lance." Hissed the third figure in a warning tone. He was clearly the smallest one, being a few inches shorter than the former two prisoners. The lanky boy, or Lance as he was called, reverted his glare behind him at the shorter boy for a quick second, before turning back forwards again.
'This is bad.' Lance thought as they finally walked through the arched opening leading to what seemed to be a control room. 'This is really, really bad.'