Naturae Debitum – this one is for you. You had requested it forever again and to tell you the truth I am dragging ass on my requests. For the reader that requested the toph/katara torture fic, I PROMISe, it is coming. As is the Aang, and Sokka/Suki ones...eventually...some time...
Fucking darkness. It seemed all that ever surrounded me. The screams of pain from the sting of flaming whips would keep me awake at night. Do not disobey the guards. That is what the veteran prisoners would tell the newcomers. But, because of my eyes, and hair, I wasn't told this. I was an outsider. If there was a tiny possibility that you didn't notice, all of the other prisoners were either Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation or Water tribe. True, I am Earth Kingdom as well, but I don't look the part. My point being, that all the other prisoner had darker hair. Meaning brown or black. You didn't see a red head anywhere. It often has made me question my own origins, but during my stint in those horrid prisons, I didn't have time to question anything.
When I was taken to the first prison, I was stripped of all of my belongings. It was a woman's prison, but that doesn't mean it was any less harsh. All of the women's heads were shaved but that didn't cut back on my being singled out. But the guards were the worst. Liasa was the head guard at the first prison. She hated me with a passion. Her face haunts my nightmares. My second night there I was brought out of sleep by her boot crashing into my face. The blood filled my mouth before I could even shake off the dizziness. She pulled me to my feet and struck me again. I had obviously done something to piss her off. My head swam and the nausea wrecked my stomach. I felt her strong blow come to my chest when I didn't answer her. I can remember vividly falling to the ground hacking blood and trying to force myself to breathe. The weight of her boot slamming into my chest still reverberates inside me when I dream. I can recall knowing the very second when my ribs cracked. I knew I was going to die under her boot. My body was on fire and my spirit was at it's weakest point. I was finished. I don't know why, and even now I wonder, but she stopped. She stopped stomping on me just short of crushing my skull. I had tried to push myself up, but my arms didn't want to hold my weight. The blood splattered warm across my hands when my face slammed into the stone floor. The world turned black. I tried to fight it, to fall asleep was to admit defeat. But no matter how hard I would fight and try, it was no use.
The world swirled into the darkness as my body became weightless. I seemed to float in the sensationless void for years. It was only when my body began to feel heavy again, that the pain settled in. The swelling across the bridge of my nose brought me awake as I fought to take a breath. I could feel the bruises forming over my face, and the obviously broken cartilage in my nasal cavity. The blood had dried on my face. It wasn't until I finally was able to breath that the real pain shot through me. I could feel the pressure in the bottom of my feet as one of my shattered ribs pushed further into that precious organ. I knew that if I moved to much or to quickly that I could puncture my lung. I can remember that I marveled at how the bitch had managed to do so much damage, but not force the broke bone into my lung.
She didn't want to kill me. She could have if she would have wanted too. I was a toy. A fucking way to vent her anger that she knew wouldn't pass with any of the benders. I was a warrior, but in a weakened and starved state, I was vulnerable to say the least. Oh, did I not mention the small detail that in that prison we had to fight for our food. It wasn't stand in line and get served, it was beat the hell out of the bitch in front of you before they ran out. Guess who was always at the end of the line. If I wasn't trying to recover from the injuries Liasa gave me, I was trying to stay away from the big dogs. There was a pack of them. They were all big bitches, in all the meanings of the phrase. Mhij was the leader. I had heard of prison gangs, but I hadn't had the displeasure of meeting one. That is until Mhij decided that I needed more punishment than the guards could dish out.
Beat the freak. Those words echo in my head more than they should, I guess. Mhij was evil. That is all there was to it. Liasa's attacks came unprovoked, yeah, but the Harem, as they called themselves, would attack after attacks. They would force me into the corner and that would be it. I lost several teeth and gained many a broken bone due to their attacks.
There was one attack in particular that haunts me at nights. I keep saying that things bother me at night or that things give me nightmares. But think for a one moment, put your self in my fucking position. Imagine for a moment the force to two women twice your size striking you full force with broom handles. Now take that twisted little mental imagine and mold it into a sick twisted fantasy of a inmate. Think of how the hell it felt to have those same women using those same broom handles to have their way with you.
How the fuck would you keep from having nightmares? How the hell would you handle it?
As I was saying there one attack in particular that left lasting scars. Mhij had decided that I had been neutral for entirely too long. I belonged to no one, and I was on neither the Harem's or the Chuppa's side. It doesn't work that way in prison. You have to have a side, but I wanted neither. As far as the Chuppa's went they left me along, but Mhij and the Harem? I was lucky to get out of that prison alive. They caught me in my cell. As they backed me into the corner I naturally tried to fight. I was a warrior. I had gotten out of scrapes with Fire Nation soldiers, I could handle a few prison inmates. The difference between the soldiers and the inmates? Well the soldiers were more interested in taking prisoners, the inmates were out for blood.
My arm was broken in seven places by the time they were done. I couldn't talk through the swelling in my mouth and tongue . Four women held me while Mhij and her bitch Ryhu stomped me. Their boots feel heavy and hard. Sharp kicks and stomps lead into punches and bites. I probably have scars littering my back from where their teeth broke the skin. They wanted to break me. Force me to hand my self over to one of them. Become their property.
Shit, I would have rather died. And that was what I told them. I remember thinking just before I fell into unconsciousness that I was going to die. Plain simple and unavoidable. Then the darkness came as the shooting pain fired over me.
Naturae Debitum- Okay Okay I know you said when Azula took her prisoner. Well I'm gonna get to that. This is basically going to be four mor chapters long. Next chapter will be Azula's interrogation, then the next chapters will be two other prisons ending with Boiling rock before Sokka shows up. Groovy?