Okay, so things get bad here. I don't know how else to describe it. I am going to warn for sexual assault and the beginnings of a rape scene, violence and drugging. I will also warn for implied stalking even though it's only a sentence or two. This was tough to write but also kind of a fun challenge.

4. Burning Touch

Lance knew he should tell someone. It had been going on for at least seven days now but the moment he turned around, trying to spot the person but when he would turn, there would be no one there. He knew Veronica and Acxa would not be home today so should he really go there or go over to Shiro and Keith's apartment?

No, he couldn't bother them about this. They didn't know. He was fine. He was a Paladin of Voltron. He knew how to fight. He kept going, arriving at the apartment. He called Hunk's restaurant, asking for delivery, making a request for either Hunk or Shay to be the ones to prepare his meal. When he was asked for a reason, he hung up the phone and moved to collapse against the couch. He couldn't give a reason for it. Not without telling Hunk everything that had happened with Stacey. His best friend would believe him, he knew that, but he didn't want to take the risk that Hunk would be hurt because he spoke up against Stacey.

This was getting to be too much. He didn't know what to do anymore. He had stopped going to the restaurant because it meant Stacey might try again. He just wanted to sleep and forget everything. He felt his eyes close, relaxing against the soft texture of the couch and he must have fallen asleep because he was woken up by the sound of the doorbell ringing. He rubbed his eyes but got up, guessing that must be the food. Wow, Hunk was fast! He got up, answering the door.

"Here you go, Lance," A delivery person by the name of Joshua that he somewhat knew held his food out to him.

"Thanks," Lance said softly. "Tell Hunk I'll get him the money for it later."

Lance took the food before closing the door and heading inside to eat it. Hunk's food always tasted delicious, so he scarfed it down pretty fast. He set the plate down, deciding to wash it and stack it away, but as he was finishing, he felt dizzy, a swarm of exhaustion taking over him, vision beginning to blur.

What was going on? Had Hunk not been the one to prepare this? Could…could she have? His heart clenched into his mouth. No, why did Hunk not listen to him? He made to walk back to his room but didn't end up making it that far because he lost his balance, collapsing against the couch.

He tried to keep his eyes open especially when he heard a noise at the door and his eyes widened slightly as he saw who was standing there.

Stacey! He tried to force himself up, but his body felt like it was made out of lead because he could not move a muscle.

"You know, sweetheart, I really hate being rejected," Stacey said, moving to sit beside him on the couch. "And if you had just said yes and let me pleasure you, I wouldn't have had to resort to this." She placed a hand to his knee, but he stumbled off the couch. His vision was blurring, and his movement was wobbly, but he managed to stumble to the kitchen, grabbing the knife off the counter and his phone in the other hand, absently unlocking it, glad he had Keith on speed dial. His head was spinning and a part of him didn't want Keith to hear any of this, but he needed him.

"S-stay a-away f-from m-me," Lance managed to slur out, pointing it towards her, pressing 'dial'. He just wanted to pass out, but he knew he couldn't – he knew what would happen to him if he did.

Stacey lunged forward, grabbing the wrist holding the knife and trying to pull it away from him, which caused him to drop the phone in an effort to hold onto the knife. Lance clutched the knife, trying to hold onto it but it took all of his strength to hold onto it. I have to … I have to keep going…I have to…I have to stay loyal to Keith. He pulled as hard as he could. Unfortunately, because his movements were slower than usual, the knife dug into his side, causing him to gasp as he felt the liquid from the cut coming out.

"Pity," Stacey said, climbing on top of him. Lance shook his head desperately, trying to reach the knife again but she pinned him down and kicked the knife away from him. No, no! He tried to push her off, but his arms felt limp as if someone had injected him with a sedation needle. What could he do? How else could he fight? He couldn't let this happen no matter what. Maybe he could get his knee into a good position to ram it into her with enough force to make her back off. She seemed to sense that he was about to do this because she grabbed him by the hair, slamming his head against the cold hard floor. No…no…I can't…It didn't matter how hard he tried; he felt his world fade to black as Stacey leaned over him. Keith, I'm sorry.