Let The Fun Begin

One

It was quiet now. Hagar had went elsewhere. He didn't know where. Lotor still couldn't move, but if he concentrated, he could move one of his fingers. Oh, it wasn't much, but he knew that if he could do that, then he could get himself free. He concentrated again, thinking of Allura with his father, and let the rage pour through him. He felt a twitch in his hand as he moved another finger. He started to concentrate further on other parts of his body. Suddenly, in his head he heard her voice, "Lotor, help me!" and lost his concentration. It was Allura and she was in danger! He would kill his father and send him to the hell he deserved! Lotor's anger turned into blood lust, but instead of weakening the spell, it only held him tighter. Damn, what could break this spell?
A thought came to him of an event some years ago, when he rescued Allura from Merla. She had tried to use her mind control upon him. He had felt her invading prescence in his mind, and was able to easily deflect it. Why? Because he was only concerned for Allura. His love for her was more powerful than Merla's magic.Would it work this time? He had to try - he had to. He was not often atuned to his mind, for he relied on his senses, his emotions. His was a passionate nature. But this time, he had to ignore the hate inside him and he had to concentrate upon his love for Allura.He let himself relax and think of her - her smile, her sparkling eyes. He thought about the way she could be kind -as she was to him when he was in prison. He remembered her soft touch upon his cheek, her kiss when she admitted her feelings for him. As he drifted with these feelings, he felt the bonds around him loosen. He began to be able to move. He got up off the table slowly, concentrating on her, but then he heard in his mind, sobs of terror, pain and revulsion. It was her again! Her sobs echoed through his mind, and all at once, his anger came back.
He cried out, "NO!" as he felt his body freeze up again. He crumpled to the floor motionless. Damn this spell! Damn his father! Damn Hagar! He would kill them for what they did! He lay there, his anger a constant thing - he was unable to control it now. He heard her sobs in his mind and knew his father was having his way with her. He was dying inside thinking about that. It sickened him. He did not blame her though. He just wished she had stayed and married him. He would kept her from harm. He would have killed his father if he had even looked at her funny. But now it was too late! Too late! He had to get free - get free and avenge her. It would be the last time his father would ever touch a woman again. Amazingly enough he had fallen asleep out pure exhaustion and knew nothing until the guards came to get him until the next morning..

During that long night while the denizens of Planet Doom slept, Amalgamus, being basically a machine and needing no rest, worked tirelessly to secure the new Empire. Disenters were continously being rounded up. Civilians, confused, terrified, ran into the streets, seeking escape. Some did manage escape. Others less fortunate, did not. Death and slavery awaited them. Galaxy Garrisonwas a shambles - the organization was in an uproar. No leaders and no followers - it was chaos. But Amalgamus was restoring order - Zarkon's order. Between freed Doom soldiers, officers and the controlled Alliance troops, order was being restored. Amalgamus did an admirable job - being a perfectionist. His programing had served Zarkon very well. Of course, Amalgamus did not feel any sort of resentment towards Zarkon, for he was incapable of human emotion. He simply did as he wasprogramed to long ago by Hagar...

She roamed the halls of Doom, her emotions in turmoil. She knew if she wanted to, she could see what he was doing in her crystal, but she feared to. She did not want to see him with another. Why this bothered her so now was a mystery to her. It had never bothered her before when he took slaves to his chambers. Why this time? She clenched her hands in frustration. Damn Lotor for bringing questions into her mind! She did not need this - not now. Not when he had achieved what he - what she had wanted all these years - total domination of the universe. But was that what she had really wanted all these years, or was it because it was what he had wanted? All she had wanted was his love. Itwas why she had learned the Black Arts in the first place. She had been an untrained witch when they met, and for her, it was love at first sight, even though he was of a different race and species. She had strived to please him always, and she still did. If only she could have secured his heart! But she did not and would not. Not even her magic could induce that.Hagar hated him and loved him. Could it possible to feel two different feelings for the same man? Hagar sighed. She needed to sleep and stop mulling things over. It did no good. Lotor would be secure in her spell. Tommorrow would be a busy day more than likely. Z'aale would be holding his roebeast games again more than likely. She smiled. He'll probably use the event to kill the princess as well. She wouldn't mind seeing a roebeast rip her up - her pitiful screams filling the air. Hagar never did like her- she was too pretty. Z'aale could have his fun with her and then tommorrow - well, tommorrow was another day...

She had lain there for a long time, dried tears upon her face. She thought about everything from the time the guys came to Arus. She remembered the hopelessness of that time, the temptation to just surrender. Then they came - the miracle that she had prayed for. They all fought back the darkness - or so they thought. She met Lotor, cruel, handsome and charismatic. She had been both repelled and attracted to him. Tempted and frightened by his obvious desire and love for her. She still felt that way about him - her dark prince. Allura remembered the battles they fought, how she had to fight her own personal battles with acceptance, and with trying to be both a princess and a defender of her planet. It had not been easy, for there were voices that told her she should marry and not fight. Coran, Nanny, Keith, Lotor - they all wanted her out of the fight. They thought her mad for risking her life and perhaps she was. At the time, it had seemed the right thing to do.And for what? That long hard road to victory only to suffer rot from within? New tears swept down her face as she thought of Zarkon's new victims - Rommelle, Bandor, and Sven. Bandor had almost been a grown man! Rommelle and Sven had been happily married, and now they were gone with the entire planet of Pollux wiped from the Galaxy. And Keith, her first real romantic crush, her friend and commander, in a coma. If he woke, what would he wake to? A Doom medbot hovering over him, ready to torture? Pidge and Hunk..where were they? Lost forever or killed? She was afraid that if they were found, they would be in Zarkon's roebeast games - she was sure of it. Where was Lance? Did he truly desert or was he still fighting, the lone rebel? She didn't think he had deserted. Somewhere he was about. She just hoped Zarkon never got all of the lions - he would find a way to circumvent the lions programing to where Doom pilots could fly them. Voltron would then be used for his purposes.Unwillingly, she became conscious of him beside her. How could she not? He had not released his grip upon her all night. She was so ashamed - even though she knew she had done all she could - she still felt shame. Was it retribution for her pridefullness, her stubborness? Perhaps she would have been better off had she married. At least it would have been her husband who would have been her first and not this - this monster. Allura closed her eyes, feeling a wave of revulsion as in his sleep, his hand tightened upon her waist, bringing her close. She had tried getting as far away as possible from him, but he always seemed to sense when she was moving away from him. Even in sleep, he was possesive. Oh, she hated him! She thought that she had hated Lotor, but she had not. She resisted her attraction to him, fought him because she knew that if she let herself, she could give in to him. She hated his ways but she loved him in a passionate way, and this she had fought because she felt it was wrong of her to do so.
She felt him nuzzle her neck in his sleep and she stiffened, praying he would not wake. She breathed a sigh of relief when he did not. She was tired. She didn't think she could sleep, but soon found herself drifting off. She wished she would just die in her sleep so that she would not have to face the next day of horror here. She continued to drift off and when she finally slept, she dreamt of Lotor...

Let The Fun Begin - Two
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