Doorway
She couldn't move. Her hands were bound and her legs sustained but that was not the reason. She was scared. Her captor stood in the doorway with a maniacal glare in his eye. He was hungry. And she knew it. His boots thumped loudly on the wood as he made his way towards her. He didn't stop until his face was an inch from hers.
"Did you miss me, Katara?" the man said, leaning in slightly towards her ear.
"Get away from me Jet!" she spat. The next thing she felt was a hard sting across her cheek. She winced in pain.
"You better watch your tongue. Now relax, this will be fun." His tone made her shiver. He closed the gap between them pressing his dirty lips against hers. She tried to move away but her binds withheld her.
"No," she managed to choke through her tears. He kept going his hands slid over her body removing her shirt and sliding under her breast band. This couldn't be happening. He pushed her to the ground and straddled her. He began to unbutton his pants. "No," she said again. "Please," she sobbed. He just chuckled and held her down. She closed her eyes waiting for him to take her, but it never came. When she dared to look she saw him lying motionless on the floor beside her. A small trickle of blood leaked from his mouth.
Now at the door was a new figure. At the sight of him she cried harder. But this time they were tears of joy. At any other time she might be afraid or perhaps intimidated. But this was not that time. She had never been so relived to see the scarred fire prince in her life.