Allura stared at the ceiling, her eyes blank, her face deathly pale. Her blonde hair was fanned out around her head and her pale skin even paler in the white light. Lotor hovered over her, his cat-like eyes taking in his fill of the Princess' perfect body. She stared as if he wasn't even there, didn't flinch or scream like the first time he had touched her when he ran a finger down her arm. She stared and stared and stared.

Keith.

She saw his face in her mind, his deep dark eyes, and his unruly jet-black hair. She saw his kind smile and fought the tears that threatened to fall. She pretended it was him that was touching her in places she had never been touched before. She pretended it was his gentle hands that pushed her hair from her face, and stroked her innermost secrets. She closed her eyes and thought about what it would have been like if it was his manhood that was filling her.

I love you.

She never said the words to him, and she wished that she did. She knew that she would never see him again. She knew what Lotor planned to do to him. And she wished that she could stop him. She had no more strength left. After two days of screaming and fighting as hard as she could, she couldn't do anything anymore. This was her life now. She was Lotor's plaything. But she knew that she would find someway to save Keith. She owed him that much.

Lotor finished what he was doing and rolled off her. Mechanically, the empty husk that was once the Princess of Arus, stood and put her robe on, hiding her nakedness from him. She poured herself a cup of the purple liquid that fortified her and drank it in one gulp. Funny how only two days could change a life so drastically.

Keith prowled the walls of his cell like a trapped animal. He growled low in his throat as he ran his hands along the walls for the thousandth time. He never slept, he waited for Lotor. He counted his heartbeat, he ran over tactical maneuvers in his head, and he waited for Lotor.

Finally, on the third day of his imprisonment, he got his wish. Making no sound, he leapt from the shadows and grabbed Lotor's head. With one strong, swift twist, he broke his neck. The loud, sickening crack echoed in the cell. The Prince crumpled at his feet. In the darkness, Keith smiled, his expression feral. He took the blaster that was strapped to Lotor's belt and headed out into the corridor.