A/N: Hey everyone! I know it's been several weeks since my last update, and I am so sorry! I ended up getting really sick, then started a new job and I work 5 days a week, so everything has been a bit stressful! I'm very proud of myself, but ANYWAYS, this chapter is short, so I'm giving you guys another tonight as well to make up for it. Thank you to those of you who continue to leave reviews, they keep me motivated to write more and I absolutely love it.

PLEASE TAKE NOTE I've had a couple people message me about how dark and disturbing this story is. I clearly stated in the summary what this story contains. If you cannot handle it, don't read my story! It's meant to have a rather disturbing feel to it. When you think about it, Avatar was made to be kid friendly, but do you really think Ozai and Azula would really not do any of this stuff if it weren't a kid show? They are completely nut cases so I mean... But seriously, I take pride in my work, please don't message or leave me negative reviews of how my story is 'unfortunate'. Not to be rude, but it wasn't made for you if you don't like the dark side of it. Obviously no one enjoys rape, but it's apart of the story to give it a realistic feeling, and I want my readers to be able to bond with the characters and feel their emotions through out the story. If a story doesn't lead you to tears, make you happy, or angry, than it wasn't written well, in my opinion. Because you know that you read a good book when the end gives you happy, yet sad, tears.

Anyways, without further ado, here is the 7th chapter of Save Me!

Chapter 7

Although kissing Zuko was a personal pleasure, one of which should not have been done, things would now be awkward between us. Sleeping in the same bed would now feel weird, and I knew Zuko would come out about it in either three ways; one, he would pretend like it never happened, two, he will ask about it immediately when he gets out, or three, he will ignore it and then bring it up later. I hoped he would do the first one, and completely forget about it. Being caught in the moment had me doing things I hadn't even known that I wanted a couple minutes before it happened. But I didn't want it. Or did I? My thoughts had me so confused. And I should have been thinking of the problem at hand; going to the Fire Lord's family beach house as Zuko's sex slave. I would have to act as if he is higher authority, and I am nothing. My every response must end with his title. Any mistake which is made in any of that, will lead to a fault for him and I. Possibly bigger punishment for him more than me.

Zuko interrupted my thoughts as he walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel from waist down. I held my gaze at his face, waiting for him to say something.

"We need to get ready to leave soon. I'm going to go gather all my things and I will send the girl outside my door to fetch you some things so you don't have to wear the same things every day." He stood by the bedpost while I stood straight up from where I was. It looked like he wasn't going to bring it up, which was okay with me by all means.

"Okay. Thank you, Zuko." I spoke directly.

"It's Prince Zuko, to you." Zuko smirked, mocking the fact of how I would have to go by his title. He went to the door and talked to the girl briefly, until he came back in to start gathering things.

"Do you need any help, Prince Zuko?" Using his title did make me giggle. And although we were joking about formalities, I knew it probably upset him slightly due to the talk we had just had in the bathtub. However, I just let the subject be. The rest of the day up until we were going to leave was rather boring. Zuko was in and out of the room doing who knows what, while I sat by the window admiring the ocean which lay out a bit aways from us. With nothing else to do in this place, eyeing the movements of the tide was quite interesting, especially considering it was my element. I didn't start actually packing until closer towards the time we were to leave, as the girl took a bit longer to finally get some things back to me. And once Zuko was ready, we were leaving.

"It's about time, ZuZu." I flinched at the voice I heard from a distance. I hadn't heard that voice since I had been on that ship. Being on that ship had been a complete nightmare, as much as a nightmare could possibly be. No matter how hard I tried to forget what had happened, I will always have constant reminders. Example number one, Azula, and number two happened to be the baby which was growing inside me. In the mirror in the bathroom, I had seen the bump in my stomach, bigger than usual. I also had skipped my menstrual cycle, another big clue. I knew I was in big trouble, no matter how much I tried to push these thoughts away.

"Shut up Azula, I'm surprised you were even here on time." Zuko spoke up. We continued walking towards the ship, me carrying all of our things, or attempting to, with help from a couple other servants. I stayed a short distance behind Zuko, knowing he had to lead me forth. We walked onto a large fire nation ship, and as soon as we paused, I felt a pair of lips against my right ear.

"Remember last time we were on this ship?" His voice held much vile excitement. My eyes widened and I held my jaw shut. Memories flooded back worse than before, and my body began to shake. I couldn't be raped anymore, not one more time. I don't know if I could handle it. "I'll find you, believe me." His assurance was frightening. But would Zuko really let someone get away with this doing? I continued to walk on with the rest of the group, and I felt his presence leave. As we entered the bridge to walk onto the boat, I could feel the waves below me. Going up against the ship and then echoing back against the wall, I wished I could be water, so free. Claimed by no one but itself.

"Katara?" Zuko's voice brought me back, I looked up and realized I was stopped on the bridge. He tugged me along with two guards following us as we descended down a set of stairs away from the rest of the group. The corridor was long, and it reminded me of walking through it to get put into other rooms with people to take advantage of me. The shivering began once again and I picked up my pace until I was almost on Zuko's heels.

We arrived at a door and stopped, the guards both stood out on both sides of the door as we entered. The room held one bed, for Zuko, a few fire nation posters among the walls, and some swords on the farthest wall. There was one door, which I presumed led into the bathroom, unlike how my "room" was with the toilet in the main room. I set Zuko's bags down on the side of his bed as he collapsed onto his back on the bed. He sighed in content. I took clothes from his bags and put them in the drawers at the end of the bed. I took one bag, full of bathroom necessities, and placed them in their spots in the bathroom, which I had been right about.

I began to cry as memories took their place in their mind deeper. All I could remember was the pain, the pain of every man and woman who raped me on a ship exactly like this. One of the rooms, Azula's room, had been as nice as this one, and things had been done on the same looking bed as Zuko's. I began to whimper as I couldn't hold in my cries any longer. "Katara? What's wrong?" Zuko had heard me even though I had attempted a quiet cry. So I walked out of the bathroom, unable to form words at the moment. I came out looking down to the ground, salty tears dripping from my eyelashes and splashing against the floor. I couldn't face him, I couldn't let him see me like this again.

"Katara, look at me please." His voice was sweet, mesmerizing, as it always was. But this time it was more soft-hearted, and slightly calming to my current feelings. I slowly looked up, trying to blink and wipe away my tears, but he held my wrists to my sides. His eyes grew pained when I finally looked him in the eye, and I knew he was worried. He quickly pulled me into his arms and held me tight. I couldn't help but cry harder. Wailing into his chest, I soaked the front of his robe. I felt his hand stroke my back tenderly, while his other arm remained around my shoulders. I could hear soothing sounds from his lips against my ear as he attempted to help me to feel better.

"It's okay, I'm here." And really, that was all I needed. I needed physical touch and for someone to just hold me. I felt so small in such a big world in this moment, like a dead leaf in the wind, fragile to anything that touches it. I couldn't deny this feeling from anyone, especially Zuko. For some reason, just his presence made everything superior, and I could not contradict that.

"Thank you so much." I mumbled out. He nodded into my hair and breathed in deeply. I was catching my breath finally. Out of nowhere, I felt one of his arms snak behind the pit of my knees and I was lifted into the air, just like he had when he saved me from the man. This time, I was conscious, for the most part. He carried me towards the bed and laid me down gently. His body moved over me as he laid down behind me. I felt his hand weaver through the blankets and wrap around my waist, pulling me up against him.

"Is this okay?" I nodded, feeling no need for verbal words. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he held me to him. His heat radiated against my body, warming me up quicker. You know that feeling when you are crying and your body weakens, so you succumb to the coldness around you, like when you're sick? That was exactly how I felt in that moment, and I needed as much heat as I could get.

After about an hour, I couldn't sleep. The light had been dimmed in this room, and I didn't know if Zuko was asleep. "Zuko?" I whispered out. He moved slightly against me and pulled me in tighter. My stomach raced with butterflies.

"Hm?" I must've woken him.

"How have you gone so long and not broke?" It was a deep question, but I was honestly curious. He sighed before he answered, obviously contemplating his answer.

"Well, I try to remember good memories when all of the bad goes down."