Pain was the first thing Shiro registered when he started to gain consciousness. It was a throbbing ache in his head that went down to his sore back, probably was the result of the hit he took from the wall. The ache continued to his abdomen where it felt hot and puckered. Moaning softly he moved his head to the side and pressed his eyes together tightly. He didn't want to see what was happening to his body or the aliens surrounding him. Wanting to go back to his blissful sleep Shiro willed his body to relax. It was easy as he was already pretty sleepy from all the drugs they forcefully pumped into his body.

A sharp prick to his arm got him fluttering his eyes rapidly. He immediately turned his head to his left arm.

"I see he is awake. We should probably sedate him again," the tallest and closest of the "doctor" spoke. Haggar was nowhere to be seen. The galra trained his eyes on him while he grabbed his arm and twisted it around painfully causing Shiro to yelp.

"What the fuck! You trying to take my other arm as well," he growled spit flying towards them. It dribbled down his chin onto his exposed throat. Moving his numb body around he quickly came to the realization that chains were bound to his feet and galra tech hand. Of course, what else should he expect. They treat him like an object to be toyed around with. A tool they saw fit to dismantle and build back up. It was to be engraved deep into his very bones that they owned him. No matter what he did they would bring him back down. Humiliate and torture him. Get him to kneel and mindlessly follow commands.

Especially Sendak.

That cruel brute had some sort of twisted obsession with him. Maybe it was a desire to break him or something completely different. Shiro couldn't tell. His eyes would always promise pain. He guessed it was his way of asserting dominance and control over him. Whatever the case was he would never bow down to him. He would die than let that bastard destroy him.

Another harsh pull at his arm got Shiro twisting around like crazy. He lifted his sore head and chest to get a better look at his tormentor. A smug smirk was plastered onto his face, pointy canine teeth purposely shown to try and intimidate Shiro.

"So what if I take your arm Champion. What are you going to do about it. I see no escape for you," he sneered.

"I will kill you, not today, but I will promise all of you are going to die!" Shiro's body shook from the amount of exertion he put into growling out those words. He could feel his head hurt even more, losing the strength to keep his head up glaring at them.

With a loud thud his head hit the rock hard table. He moved his head into his shoulder and screwed his eyes shut. His body still shook from the anger as sweat rolled down his head to the sides of his neck.

"I bet you will Champion. You are nothing but a weapon Haggar plans on using."

Quickly grabbing Shiro's thick black hair he brought his head to level his own. He shook his head violently, tugging on his roots painfully.

"Aghhh, stop, stop," Shiro choked out. His head felt like it was on fire. He could even feel every single one of his hair strands being ripped out. Tears began to blur his vision as he aggressively blinked his eyes to get rid of them. He couldn't show them any weakness, but his body betrayed him, tears leaking freely from his bloodshot eyes.

"Make me," he spoke into his ear softly.

Without warning he banged his head hard into the table. Shiro groaned quickly sealing his lips shut to avoid screaming. It hurt like no other. The very doctors that should be healing him were causing him excruciating pain. Never in his life has he hurt so much. His head felt like it would explode and he would die right there. Blood dribbled from his head and slowly went into his eye.

"Please, I'll do as you say," he whimpered. Anything to make his throbbing head stop. When did he become this weak. Shiro the strongest. The one who would stand up for the those that couldn't. But he couldn't take this pain much longer. Twisting around he flopped around pathetically trying to get away very well knowing he couldn't, but persisting nonetheless.

"Enough! I thought we were suppose to sedate," spoke the shortest and stubbest of the galra. "We can't break him."

"Who said anything about breaking him. I'm just having some fun. After all Champion needs to learn his place," he leered as he touched Shiro's exposed throat, gently moving his claws down in a swirling pattern. Shiro whimpered hating the mock affection. They were playing him. One moment hurting him beyond measure the next showing fake love.

"Shhh, it's okay, you'll be alright," he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. He looked down at him and smiled. A hand gently grabbed the back of his neck so he had no choice but to look back at him. His eyes twinkled with mischief, his other hand roaming down and patting his chest softly.

Shiro closed his eyes, but the galra only tightened his hold on his neck, claws digging in. Moaning, Shiro opened his eyes slowly. He could feel every bit of his body hurt. These galra were poison in his veins. Maybe he was right, maybe there is no escape. His words echoed in his mind. But no. How could he do that. He made a promise to get out.

The purring brought Shiro out of his thoughts. They looked at him expectantly, waiting to see if he would try anything else. His body was close to giving up, especially with his killer headache. Sighing he remained still and looked back at the "doctor".

Seeing he had momentarily given up they went to work immediately on his left arm. It was true. Judging from their examination of his arm they were really going to get rid of it. They were going to turn him into a monster. Into one of them. With one last effort to try and get out Shiro moved forward and tugged on his right arm. The chains rattled, managing to break it, but not without the cost of bloody wrists. Punching the galra closest holding his arm he twisted his body around trying to fight off the other two. He was just so stubborn. He just couldn't give in. If he did it would be game over. His body and mind given over to them.

He didn't manage much only getting to throw in a couple punches. They quickly pinned him down. One of them climbed on top of him, sitting on his waist and using the rest of his body mass pinning Shiro down. He grabbed his hands and held them up above his head. The galra was furious. His hot breath could be felt on Shiro's bare throat. He loomed over him just about ready to kill him after his pathetic attempt to get out.

"That's it! You just lost your privilege for sedation human," he barked, teeth chomping down mere centimeters from his face.

Shiro wriggled around like a worm as they secured his arms and chest down once again. This time they used thicker chains, ones that even the most dangerous galra soldiers wouldn't be able to get out of.

They began with a scalpel, cutting deep down into his arm. Blood curdling screams erupted in the room. Having barely begun and he was already in so much pain. The galra continued snipping away at his flesh, inserting medical tools into his body while also having needles stick out of his arm.

Shiro continued screaming, pleading them to stop. That headache seemed nothing compared to this! His stubborn ass just couldn't give in and now he was paying the price. Tears continued pouring from his red eyes, his entire face wet. Drool dribbled down from his mouth going down his chin. His whole body felt like it was on fire with sweat soaking every inch of his being. The screams continued on. He begged them to stop, but they didn't listen.

They were relentless, continuing on as if there wasn't someone screaming their heads off beneath them, cutting and prodding at his skin. He could even begin to see the bone. He sobbed throwing his head back and hitting it against the metal table. Anything to stop this madness. He was going insane as he banged his head repeatedly onto the table. One of the galra noticed this and quickly strapped his head down.

What did he deserve to get this. He laid there in anguish, helpless to do anything. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he began to see black. Shiro welcomed death, but the galra seemed intent on keeping him alive.

Shiro faded in and out of consciousness. His body, especially his arm, having grown numb. They continued on as if nothing happened with Shiro having ruined his throat raw from all the screaming.

He laid there in pain, eyes blank and tears having stopped hours ago unable to produce anymore. Staring at the ceiling with dull lifeless eyes Shiro hoped that he would die. If he couldn't escape then he feared they might actually turn him into an obedient toy.

Thank you for those that read up to here! I hope you guys enjoyed it!