Lotor grabbed a handful of blonde hair in his large hand, laughing loudly and gratingly. The girl whose hair he held only winced. She made no sound, but her large blue eyes stared stonily at him. They condemned him for even touching her and made him feel guilt, something he did not know how to deal with. He slapped her, his open hand leaving a mark on her creamy skin. She picked herself up off the floor and smoothed her tattered skirts. With the dignity of a Princess, she smoothed her hair back and picked her tray up from the table.

"Is there anything else you need?" she asked.

"I think so," he replied.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to his lip. It was then did she show emotion. Her mouth twisted in distaste as he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck. Bile rose in her throat, but she didn't make a move to leave his lap. She made no move as he pushed the collar of her dress down past one shoulder and followed its trail with his lips. She only turned her head away and closed her eyes to hide the tears that threatened to overflow. It had been a year since her capture and a year since his abuse had begun, but she still hadn't built up the defenses to stop herself from reacting when he acted like this. She felt sick to her stomach, but knew she would suffer more if she fought back. She tried fighting once. He had beaten her so badly afterwards that she was unconscious for three days and when she awoke, she could barely move. He had split her lip open and her eye had been bruised shut. He would never kill her. He wasn't kind enough to do that for her.

Lotor closed his eyes and pretended the girl he was holding was Allura. He had grown to fancy her and dreamt of capturing her. He knew that it wouldn't be for a while since the pesky Voltron Force had reared its ugly head, but that time would come soon enough. Until then, this girl would have to do. He liked her once. She had been his favorite because of the fire in her eyes. But that fire had long since dimmed and he now only used her when he could no longer take being alone.

The girl cried silent tears as Lotor finished his deed. She felt used and dirty. She put her clothes back on quickly and refused to look at the Prince. He had passed out as soon as he was finished and she considered herself lucky for that. She hurried out the door and the guard escorted her back to the relative safety of the servant's quarters.