A/N: Okay, here comes the drama.. Don don don! If you are faint of heart, you'll be okay. If you've don't like full on detail, you'll be okay. But if you're not a teen and havn't had the "Talk" you might not want to read this till you're a little older.

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Chapter 4

My head landed on something hard and metal.

'Clonk'

"Ouch!"

I opened my eyes, which I hadn't even realized I had closed and looked around me. I seamed to be in some kind of hold, or cell. The only light that shone in the room was a torch which hung on the wall, and besides me and the torch the room was completely empty.

'Have I left the spirit world?' I wondered.

Suddenly, the door in front of me opened and a man with large sideburns, a bun and red and black armor much like Iroh had worn, but far more extravagant, stepped into the room.

"I'm glad to see you could join me Xola." He said in a snide, 'Oh-I'm-so-much-better-then-you,-and-I-know-it' tone. He stepped closer to me, I stepped back, and ended up hitting the wall again, he was way too close for comfort. "While we're waitinf for your dear, Prince Zuko, why don't you and I have a little fun?" He leaned into me; I felt the touch of his lips against my cheek, as his hands found their way to my hips.

I reached up a hand and slapped him in the face. 'How dare he? Could this be the banished prince I was supposed to be helping? How could I help someone who kisses me without permission?'

The man looked at me highly disgusted, rubbing the place where my hand had hit. Although I did not hit him hard, I think that he was still surprised by my actions. And to tell you the truth, I was surprised by my actions too; the man was at least twice my size, if not more. Suddenly he grabbed a knife from the inside of his boot and held it to my throat.

"You'll pay for that!" The man said and slammed me against the other side of the room. I hit the wall with a loud thud, and slid down in pain.

The man undid the iron belt from around his waist that held up the bottom half of his armor. He had only thin work pants underneath that. I looked up at him in fright. 'I know Iroh said he had to start me at a bad place, but rape was not what I thought he meant.' I thought to myself

Before I could get up, or protect myself in any way, the man was on top of me, dagger still in hand. I felt the heat of his saliva as he necked me.

"Please…" I said. "No… Don't…"

"Shh…" he calmed.

"Get off…" I whimpered. "…Please."

The man lifted his hips slightly, one hand undoing the tie around my waist, which held up the red pants under my skirt. This gave me just enough leverage to knee him where it hurts.

"OUGH!" the man sighed in pain. He looked down at me, his eyes full of hatred. "You wench, you'll pay for that!" he said and raised the dagger above his head.

My eyes widened "No!" I said in fear, but it was too late, and for the second time in one day I felt the cool metal of a sword slice through my body. Although the cut was not too deep and it probably didn't cut into anything vital, it hurt like hell.

As I screamed out in pain the man had finally succeeded in pulling my pants around my knees.

Blood gushed freely from my stomach, and I found myself growing weaker and weaker, making it all the more hard to fight off the man on top of me. My sight blurred, and I felt light headed, but then I heard the door slam open, I felt the man on top of me binging pulled off. I heard the collision of a fist against a nose and cheek, and suddenly I was lifted into the air, I was being cared "bridal style" out of the cell and down a hall way, I was to weak to see my hero's face. I was taking heavy uneven breaths. I couldn't take the pain any longer; I took one last sighing breath and fell back into unconsciousness.