Dear Matthew Holt,
This is fake.
This letter must be fake right? I mean- there's no way I can get this to you while being stuck in this Galran hell. You have to help me- please. I hate this place so much. Every day I manage to do something wrong and I get whipped and beaten for it. Every day I try to make at least some companions but no one likes me. Is it because I'm Altean? I've never faced this discrimination before, is this what the Galrans who run the Blade feel like?
I decided to write this, or actually, dedicate this to you because I need hope. The Galrans here- they've already killed three prisoners who misbehaved. I'm afraid that I'm next. Hopefully I'll be too useful for them to throw out, like garbage.
They all keep talking about the 'heir' of the throne. Do you know who that is? They never say his name, only that he's the most important person after their emperor, Zarkon and his right hand man, Lotor.
The witch, Haggar, used my Altean powers to fuel the emperor's healing process, to speed it up. I'm afraid that by the time I manage to leave this place, I won't have any power left. Is that possible Matt? To give someone else so much power that you begin to lose your own?
You're probably wondering how Haggar gets my power, without me giving it willingly. Maybe if I write it down, I won't be so scared of it.
She straps me to this huge machine, attaching it to my head, my hands, my stomach, thighs and feet. All I see next is that she pulls a switch, which I know turns the machine on. From there, I can only see white and I can only feel pain. All other thoughts are driven out of my head. My determination, my love, my fears, they're all gone. All I know while strapped there is pain. Pure, endless pain.
I'm scared that it will clear me of my humanity forever. Every day, the side affects grow longer and longer. I space out. I become a emotionless void. Then I wake up in my cell, do something wrong, get whipped and start again. It's an endless cycle and I just want to- I just need to escape.
I know that this letter may never reach you
But if it does- please come and save me.
I hate being the damsel in distress right now, but I can't do this by myself.
Thank you for reading Matt.
Love, your sister,
Pidge Holt.
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