Pidge stood up shakily as she tried to calm her pounding heart. Blood dripped from where the general's nails embedded themselves on her exposed skin and she winced as she ghosted her fingers on the wounds. Her eyes prodding questioningly at the empty room; its walls devoid of any contraptions except of the heavily shut door. It was eerily silent, save for her sharp breathing and pounding heart.
She started walking the perimeter of room, watchful of any traps installed within. Her fingers ghosting against the walls, searching for any panel to open and hack in. She tried not to think of the general's words but the dread the accompanied it was something she couldn't shake off.
I'll break him slowly. Here. Right in front of all of you. It will be fun.
She jumped when a loud PING! resounded in the room. A rectangular portion of the wall beside her shimmered into a transparent glass. For a moment, it reminded her of the movies from Earth – where higher-ups and villains watched their prisoners interrogated from the other side of the room with an one-way window…
I'm sure that you, the pilot of the Green Lion, is smart enough to figure out how things will work out from here on out.
Her blood went cold as the lights flickered red from the other side of the window. A bare room with only a chaining table standing upright in the middle appeared into view. Strapped on the table was the Yellow Paladin.
No, no, no! Pidge recoiled back in horror. The doors from the other room slid open and the same general stepped in. A druid right at his heels. She watched Hunk struggled against his bonds as the two walked in front of him. The two spoke briefly before the druid reached out an open palm to Hunk's direction. The general looked at the window. He knew she was watching and grinned, fangs glinting against the red light.
Enjoy the show while they still last, Green Paladin.
Pidge covered her mouth as purple quintessence illuminated the room and the shock of impact to the flesh vibrated beneath her armor shoes. The screams, oh God, Hunk's screams were amplified in the room and filled her ears.
Pidge threw herself to the window; the glass not even rattling at the force. "STOP!" Desperation singling out from voice. "Please stop! Stop hurting him!"
She slammed her fists against the glass because this shouldn't be happening. Hunk is the kindest person she knows, because he has the biggest heart and the most loyal of all of them! He shouldn't be hurting. Hunk should never be hurting because of her!
She screamed and punched and rammed herself to the window. Her screams and sobs reaching deaf ears and cruel hearts. Her knuckles turning bone-white and bleeding red and bruises spotting the skin beneath the body suit and armor. Her knees collapsing on the ground as her blood stained the tears pooling underneath her trembling form.
The screams continued for the next quintants. The second was Shiro whom they have deactivated his Galra arm prior locking them up and has to be sedated for precaution. He immediately asked for her after he finally come off from the forced sleep he was in. He fought back, fought back from the screaming threatening to rip from his throat until he could no longer hold it in.
The third was Keith whom they too sedated and chained twice for good measure. He was the one who put up the most difficult fight and bit into his tongue to keep the pain in. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing the pain, of hearing the pain he was in. He would never give anything out even if his blood was dribbling from mouth or his limbs numbed and aching from the too-tight shackles they restrained him in.
The last was Lance and the general was more than happy to make him suffer more. He struggled against the bonds and threw insults and spats along the way. He promised he will kill them, painfully and slowly, if something happened to her. To the youngest Paladin whom their dysfunctional, space family has grown fond of like a gremlin of a little sister. His screams hurted her the most because he reminded her too much of Matt, her long-lost brother, and she cannot, wouldn't think him living in the same situation.
It just simply, utterly hurts.
The cycle renewed and continued and Pidge could only watch helplessly and cry from her room lit in purple. Her form curled tightly and still in a corner as the general came in everyday with a cruel sneer in his face. All the fight within her bones gone as her friends' screams filled her head. Their pain consuming her entire being as she desperately covered her ears to block the sounds out even in times of silence. She has started to lose all hope of Allura and Coran finding them and of the Lions responding and coming to their rescue. The Galra warship is always on the move - all to shake off unwanted ships off their trail.
She curled tighter in the corner and dug her nails against her scalp as she covered her ears. The screams of the Blue Paladin rattling against her bones as purple light peeked through her eyelids. The taste of metal blooming against her tongue as her gritting teeth pierced her tongue and tears streaked against her cheeks. Her entire being crying and pleading the same prayer over and over again.
Please…I beg of you. Save them.