Summary
There she was a lifeless doll rotting in the deepest room in the prison. Her only world was the chains and darkness. It was her bittersweet melody that held her in a tight embrace and never let go. All she could do was accept her fate and so, she sank deep within herself never putting up a fight when she was raped or beaten by the guards.
Then she is half pulled from a drugged sleep when a commotion outside goes on. She feels something lifted off her and she feels herself in someone's arms and she falls back into her dream world of nothingness.
Azulas redemption
Prologue
She was bound in chains and stripped of her own dignity. The power and rage that filled her every cell and burned in her soul was washed away by the insanity that broke through her confines when she lost the fight. She was just an emotionless shell on the outside, oblivious to anything, but the silent darkness in her cell. It caressed her flesh and offered a sanctuary to hide her away from reality. She accepted it without even a moment's hesitation and now this was where she'd be for the rest of her life; rotting away like a lifeless doll in the darkness of theses for walls. Never allowed to move and never allowed to see the outside world.
Her mother was right …! She was a monster and she needed to be locked away. Here the world was safe from her and her freakish nature. She was held down by the strongest chains in the world and the room was kept very very cold d so she couldn't bend, except warm herself very little and that took a lot of effort. She let out another shivering breath as her body tried to warm itself, it only failed once more and her body gave up.
This was for her own good her shed been told before she was knocked out and transported to wherever she was. She woke up only wearing a simple makeshift tunic and bound in chains. Her only source of light was the hatch at the bottom of the door where food was slipped in or when the door was opened for her to be bathed. She had to bend over and eat like the animal she was. It just showed her even more how much she was hated and thought to be worthless.
She didn't know how long shed been in this hell. She knew she was fed once every couple of hours. She was bathed once a week she guessed and all it involved was by being drugged by something in her food. Then the room was warmed and someone came in to strip her and poor vats of steaming water over her head. During those times she was too stupid to even try protest against the molesting of the men who came.
So there she would stay wrapped up in pretty chains and treated like a freak for the wrest of her life. Or so she thought….