Chapter 4: Undercover

August 5th, 2010

The day of my awakening.

I was sad, lost in the boughs of depression. I didn't eat very well, so I got ridiculously thin to a point my ribcage was visible. I didn't drink enough water, so I always felt parched and dizzy. All I did was lay down in bed and cried until I fell asleep. Every other dream was a nightmare and I'd wake up sobbing for Keith. He used to be right by my side, comforting me through every bad dream.

But he wasn't here now, and I finally figured out he wouldn't be coming back.

I laid down on my stomach, sinking my face into the flat surface I called my pillow. A knock sounded at my bedroom door and someone came in.

"Lance..." My father spoke up.

"..." I didn't respond, just laid there lifelessly like I always did.

"Your mama made you some café con leche. Thought it would make you feel better..."

"Nothing will make me feel better, papi..." I mumble, "My heart is broken..."

"You didn't need that guy. He was a bad influence."

My eyes became watery again, "Maybe you are the bad influence. I smoke because of you... I started being bad because I wanted to rebel against you and your strict ways..." I looked over at him angrily, "I hate you!"

I said it without completely thinking through it. He stared at me for a long time before biting his lip and smiling, "Well, it is not the first time I've heard that..." He set the tray of breakfast food down on my nightstand, "Sleep well, Lance. Take care of yourself..." He walked out of the room.

My bottom lip quivered and I burst into painful sobs, wishing that I hadn't said that to my father, whom I loved very much. I only said it out of spite. Maybe because I wanted to have another argument or maybe because I felt like whenever we fought, he would be paying attention to me. I forced myself to drink the coffee and eat the scrambled eggs my mom made, even though I felt extremely nauseous shoving food down my throat. I wanted to obey my father this time. I wanted to make him proud.

Later that night, however, I could never make him proud again.

"H-He's what?" My mother choked upon hearing what the officers said.

At the time, Shiro was just a young deputy. But he was sent to bring the unwelcome news.

"Your husband... Died in a shootout among the Galra gang..." Shiro held my mom as she cried in his arms. I watched from a few feet away, horrified. My dad... He was gone for good... And some gang member killed him, not sparing him any mercy or thinking about the fact he could have a loving family back at home.

I gritted my teeth, filled with rage and determination. The word Galra stuck with me. I remembered it all throughout my training at the police academy. There was a reason I knew more about the Galra than anyone else. I was going to get revenge for my father's death by finding them.

August 1st, 2017

I go undercover

I groan as I wake up to total darkness, sitting up only to hit my head on the roof of the trunk. I couldn't believe I was still stuck in the back of the Mercedes. It was hot and stuffy, I felt like I might suffocate if I panicked. I didn't though, instead, I reached between my legs and pulled out the Nokia. I had several missed calls because I put the phone on silent. I dialed Shiro's number, setting the cell phone on the floor and pressing the side of my face into it. I had a terrible headache and I was exhausted; How long had we been driving for?

"Lance?" Shiro answered, "Lance, where are you?"

I raised an eyebrow, "You mean you didn't follow me?" I felt a sense of dread.

"I think Keith and Hunk are, but I'm back at the station with Pidge. Their phones are still off, so I can't get in contact with them..."

"How long has it been? I got drugged earlier..." I whispered, "I'm in the back of somebody's trunk..."

"Oh shit..." He sounded concerned, "Are you okay?"

"Well, I'm alive anyway..." I huffed, "As long as I take deep breaths, I'm sure I'll be fine." I jolt as the car stops, "Crap, I gotta go. I'll call you whenever I can." I hang up and put the phone back in my underwear.

A mysterious looking man opens the trunk, "You're awake."

"Indeed I am." I look at him, "Mind untying me?"

"Not right now, pretty boy." He picked me up, hoisting me over his shoulder.

"Yo, easy on the merchandise." I grunted. He carries me into a large mansion. I'm easily impressed by things like angelic fountains in entryways and golden staircases. Who the hell lived here?

I let out a squeak when I'm tossed into a bedroom. I scramble to sit up straight. I wish I had a gun on me, but that didn't fit well next to my dick. I gasp as the man cuts my ropes and ribbons off.

"Lotor will be awaiting your presence." He said, "Get changed into something more modest." He walked out.

Looking through the closet, I couldn't tell what would be considered modest. The wardrobe consisted of skanky looking clothes and lingerie. This is the kind of stuff I would wear as a teenager for sure. I decide to start easy, going to the bathroom to redo my makeup. I dial Hunk's cell as I strip of my 'immodest' clothes.

He answers quickly and I'm surprised, "Lance, thank god you're okay!"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I keep my voice low in case someone's listening. I look around to make sure there's no cameras anywhere, "Where are you?"

"We're just outside the house." He said, "If anything goes wrong, you have me on speed dial. We'll break in."

"Keith is still with you?"

"Yeah, he's still here..."

"...Okay, well, I'll talk to you later. Guess I'm meeting Lotor soon." I hang up, tucking the phone back in my undies. I put on a pair of spandex shorts and a blue crop top. God did I look like a teen again... I only disliked it a little...

I peek out the bedroom door and walk down the hall. I'm wearing a pair of baby blue heels this time, the straps make my ankles look appealing. I examine the walls curiously; Family portraits decorate this place. It seems more like a castle rather than a mobster's home.

The same big guy from last time gestures me to enter a set of wooden doors. I stretch before going through them.

"Thank you, Sendak." The man sitting in a throne of a loveseat says. He has long white hair and eerie yellow eyes. He points to the seat in front of him and I sit obediently.

"Hello, I am your new master, Lotor." He says simply, "What might I call you?"

"You're surprisingly polite for a person that wants to be called 'master'." I snort, "My name's... Katie." I deadpan. I just used Pidge's real name for my alias. I didn't want this guy knowing my real identity.

"Katie. Lovely." He crosses his legs and folds his arms over them, "I saw you at the auction. My associate was live streaming the whole thing to me." He grinned, "Your movements are so fluid and intentional... Your body... So incredibly beautiful..." He was eyeing me like he could see under my clothes. I felt uncomfortable, shifting nervously in my chair.

"Don't be shy, my dear." He moved to sit back, "Why don't you give me a show like you were giving for that audience earlier?"

I gulped; This was different from earlier. There was no Keith watching me and no Hunk drooling over me. I stood up shakily, finding the hem of my shirt. I couldn't risk taking off my pants, the phone might fall out. I take it off slowly, being sure to stick my belly out so he could better see my piercings. I felt so out of place with just one stranger staring at me.

"Want me... To dance?" I asked slowly.

"Perhaps a lap dance?" Lotor suggested. I closed my eyes.

I told myself to imagine it was Keith. It was just like the old days when I would give him a lap dance for his birthday on the bed in his motel room. I sigh as I start swaying my hips, walking closer to Lotor. I turn around, pulling my shorts down just a little bit so he could get a glimpse of my white thong. He groaned, obviously impressed. I placed myself into his lap, grinding against him slightly. I was going to need a scolding hot shower after this.

Suddenly, he gripped my waist and pushed me down onto his newfound hardness. I shudder, not because it feels good, but because it feels awful. It feels gross. I don't even know this man. I'm a detective, not a fucking stripper.

"Lotor." Sendak interrupts us and I am more than eager to jump off Lotor's lap.

"What the hell is it?!" The boy hisses, covering his boner with a throw pillow.

"Zarkon wants to meet the newbie."

"Doesn't he have enough bitches in his harem?!"

"Boss's orders." He gestured to me again and I didn't hesitate to go to him. As the door closes, I can see the menacing glare on Lotor's face.

"Who am I seeing?" I asked.

"Zarkon. He's our leader." Sendak started guiding me deeper down the hall.

I stop though, "Where's the bathroom?" I ask quickly.

Sendak directs me to the nearest restroom. I go in and lock the door for good measure, hiding in the bathtub to avoid being heard. I dial Keith's number.

"Lance, what's going on?" He answers.

"I'm going to meet with Zarkon. I've already had my encounter with Lotor."

"What did he do?"

I'm silent for a moment before sighing shakily, "I don't wanna talk about it... Look, I'm going in. What should I do."

"Keep your phone on the line. I wanna hear everything."

I huffed awkwardly, "Okay, hope you don't mind hearing from my panties..." I put the phone between my thighs, "Can you hear me now?"

The muffled yes was good enough for me, "Put your phone on mute." I got out of the tub and opened the door, "Thanks for the potty break, Sendak."

"Get your ass moving." He growled, obviously not one for small talk. We continued down the hall, not saying a word to each other. We walk through a smaller door. I'm shocked when I see a large man sitting at a long desk. His detailed suit gave me all the information I needed to know; Don't fuck with this guy.

I stand in front of him, cursing under my breath because I left my shirt behind.

He hummed and spun his finger. I turned all the way around slowly so he could get a good look at all my parts. Being examined by Lotor was creepy, but this was terrifying.

"For a man, you certainly are beautiful... I've never been attracted to a male until I got a glimpse of you." He said in a dark voice.

I did not like the fact he was attracted to me. He was the head of a criminal group, one willing to perform violent acts to get what he wanted. My body is heavy and I just want to disappear.

"You'll make a nice pet... I'll buy you from my spoiled brat of a son." He said simply, leaning back in his chair.

I put my hands to my sides, trying not to tremble. I needed backup so bad right now. I couldn't do undercover work, not like this. I flinched when he stood up, squeezing my eyes shut as he walked around me, petting my hair. His hands were cold, I couldn't stand it.

"How would you feel if I just decided to fuck you on this desk, right here, right now?" He asked in a deep mighty voice.

My eyes widened in fear, "H-help..." I whispered inaudibly.

Everything went by within seconds. Zarkon was throwing me across the room, using me as a shield. The windows shattered right in front of me and I screeched in pain as the shards crashed into my skin. There was blood everywhere, bullets being fired from a million different angles. Sendak ran in only to be shot directly in the head. Zarkon was dead on the floor, eyes open and glazed over. I stared in horror at the scene before I was shot in the shoulder. I fell to the ground, crying. The last thing I remember was being picked up and carried away.

"Keith..." I whispered before going unconscious.