AN: DISCLAMER: So I had some help writing this fanfic and do not take full credit for it.

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The Galra snickered, oh he was going to torture her and show those other paladins what the Galra race was truly capable of. Pidge struggled against the restraints. She could here hear teammates pounding on the glass in front of her.

The Galra grabbed her hair and harshly tugged at it. Pidge grit her teeth and refused to cry out. Tears were building at the edge of her eyes as she glared at the Galra. She refused to give in.

"Oh, she's playing tough is she?" he taunted as he dragged her out if the chair and threw her against the wall. Pidge gasped and closed her eyes as the pain receded from her body. She looks up at the Galra with pure hatred in his eyes.

"You'll regret this!" she says.

He laughs and leans down, "we'll see little girl, we'll see, " he laughs again and grabs her by the arm throwing her in the chair and pulling out a knife.

The pounding and screaming from the other Paladins increased tremendously as the glint of the knife blinded them for a split second. Pidge risked sneaking a glance at them trying to convince them that everything was going to be okay.

"Ah, ah, ah, " he scolded her and with the knife on her cheek forced her to look at him, "you try anything and I swear you'll wish you were dead, " he pressed slightly with the knife, drawing a bit of blood. She winced a little as the blade pierced her skin and instantly regretted it.

The Galra snarled and pocketed the knife. He punched her in the face a few times, and then once in the gut before leaving the room.

She was leaning over her mouth open. She was breathing heavily as she recovered. Slowly her heart rate returned to normal and that's when she felt a warm liquid on her upper lip. Bringing her hand up she brushed her lip. She pulled her hand away and found that it had a streak of blood crossed it, the only thing she could do was stare.

Lance was still punching the window his hands starting to bruise. "Pidge!!!" he yelled trying to break into the room.

Keith pulled him away from the glass, "Hey, buddy calm down. We can't do anything for her right now, " he looked over to Pidge who walked over to them placing her hand on the glass.

Lance shrugged him away as walked to the window and put his hand on the glass, tears stinging his eyes. "we'll get you out Pidge. I swear to you, " he says looking at her.

Pidge nods her eyes brimming with tears, "I know you will."

Lance was pacing along the cell trying to find a way out. Pidge was doing the same but didn't find anything and ended up throwing the chair at the glass repeatedly.

The cell door clicked open, revealing a Galra along with two guards. "Grab her and hold her down!" The gaurds rushed forward and harshly grabbed her forcing her to her knees, "now, will you tell me where the rebels are?" He growled.

Pidge cried out, not in agony but in rage. She struggled against the two guards holding her down. "NEVER!" She finally stopped struggling and looked up at the Galra, "you'd have to kill me first!"

The Galra took a swing and punched her really hard in the face and started beating her.

Behind the glass Allura was boiling with anger, "we have to do something!" She cried out.

This time Keith joined in with Lance beating against the glass. Thankfully he noticed the cracks on the glass from when Pidge had thrown the chair against it. "Guys! Come on!"

The Galra noticed what they were planning to do and grabbed Pidge by the hair holding her up, a knife against her throat. "Everyone back off, or I'll kill her," he threatened.

Keith held his hands up and backed away slowly, "please don't harm her."

Lance stayed at the window his fist still resting on it. He punched it again and the Galra tightened his grip, a single red pearl could be seen rolling down Pidge's neck.

Pidge forced her eyes open, much to everyone's surprise. She winced as she felt the the knife dig into her skin and her eyes widened.

"Lance...please..." she whispered.

He could feel his heart breaking as he let out a loud sob and reluctantly backed up and fell to his knees.

The Galra smirked, "you'll be coming with us," and dragged her away. Out of the room into another room. Lance and the others could only watch as they took her away.

"This is all my fault," he wined.

Shiro kneeled next to him and shook his head. "No Lance, it's not your fault. It's all of ours. We never should've allowed her to go off by herself."

If anyone should be blamed it was him he was the leader and he failed them.

"I should've insisted on going with her," Lance says, "but I didn't."

Shiro laughed but quickly covered it up, "she can be stubborn sometimes."

"Can't we summon our lions to come help us?" Hunk asks.

"Yes! Paladins you must reach out with your mind and you can call your lions!" Allura exclaimed excitedly.

"But Pidge..." Lance says looking at the empty room through the glass with him. The chair was lying on its side and there's splatters of blood all over the room.

Shiro clenches his fists, "Everyone focus on calling your lions. We're getting her back even if it means killing every last one of them."