The Left Hand. Lotor x Reader by VampireGodesNyx, literature
Literature
The Left Hand. Lotor x Reader
Stepping into his bedroom doorway, Lotor spoke your name in a serious, almost commanding tone. Before you could so much as think to respond, he continued. “You and I need to have a little chat.” Now inside his room, he pushed the large rectangular button next to the doorway, causing the door to shut and lock.
Though his actions had confused you, they had also demanded all of your attention. “Why did you lock the door?” Worried you were in trouble, a deep crease formed between your brows. “What did I do this time?”
“Calm down. You've done nothing wrong.” With the door now firmly shut b
Don't Speak. Lotor x Reader by VampireGodesNyx, literature
Literature
Don't Speak. Lotor x Reader
“Let's see here, which one should I take?” Standing alone, a small bag of your belongings in hand, you looked around the large room. There before you were several one person ships. All of them looked high-tech, and you honestly doubted that any of them would be easy to fly. This fact was especially true, due to the fact that you had no training whatsoever on how to fly this sort of craft. “Oh well, I guess one ship is going to be just as hard to drive as the next.”
Just as you readied to take a step, you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. A second later, your back was slammed against a nearby wall with eno
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Chloroform.
Fuck! The icy fear immediately invaded my heart. I held my breath but I already knew I was late. My vision started becoming blurry and my body was going numb. I have to push away his hand with the tissue…I…have to… I struggled weakly but I was only getting slower and slower.
Finally, I gave in and surrendered to the darkness. Strangely, I don’t remember falling to the ground, only two strong arms holding me.
Smoke.
I whimpered and slowly opened my eyes.
Then I froze. I had no idea where I was. Well, on the floor, and my back was resting against the wall, that was all I knew.
Damn
”[First name], honey, are you ready?”
I turned to the mirror in front of me and took a look at myself. My [hair colour] locks were perfectly curled, my cheeks were a little pink and my lips were red from make-up. The dress that I was wearing was black; it was close-fitting, it covered my arms and my neck, but let my legs be seen from the knees. I usually didn’t particularly like my appearance, but this time even I was pleased with the way I looked.
”Yes dad, I’m ready.” I answered and walked out of my room. My father was standing there in a suit that must have cost a fortune, waiting for me. He furrowed h