A/N: Here's another spicy-hot chappyter comin' at ya! It will be a teensy bit sad, but not for long. As you know, Katara's Ozai's um, "servant", but if you think she'll take that lying down(No pun intended), then you're wrong, so terribly wrong! Read and please, pretty please review!!
Obstinacy will get you nowhere?
Ozai did his fair share of dragging me down the long corridors of the palace just above the cell where my…no, I must stop thinking about Zu- him. It'll just make things worse. I bite down on my poor bottom lip interior, which has long ago stopped bleeding from the action, and try not to cry out. It seems as if it's never-ending, this hall.
"Hurry up, you insolent taunt!" Ozai barks, but I don't even try to keep up. How many times has he ordered that? I don't remember. When are we going to stop walking? Row after row of red walls, golden baseboards, and black shiny emblazonments; it's all getting pretty dull now. But when Ozai stops finally after a series of twists and turns and turns to me with a sickly sweet smile, I wish we would walk some more.
"After you, Miss Katara" he offers, opening the door, revealing the elaborate golden room, still spurring painful memories from a few days ago. He saw my anguished expression and chuckled "I take it you've been here" he rumbles. I try not to let the fiend get to me, because Zuko wouldn't like that. Oops. "Didn't you hear me! On your knees!" Ozai roars. I take it he's furious. I stand there in the doorway like an idiot, with him right behind me. He doesn't like this, and I can tell by the way he growls before grabbing a fistful of my hair and swinging me into the nearest wall. I'm quick, and stop myself with my outstretched arms, and I think he hates this even more.
"You think you're quite clever, do you? Don't worry, I'll rid you of that false notion. In the meantime," he purrs, slowly semi-circling me against the wall, "Can I interest you in anything?" Those dreaded words. I let my arms slide down to my waist, wincing at the space between me and said form of architecture; all the more room for him to close in between us. And he does, of course.
"Is this the part where you-" "Silence!" he cuts me off, and I flinch. I do not allow even one pitiful tear to escape past the threshold of my corneas, though this is a chore since the back of my head is stinging pervasively from his last assault.
"Sparkling water, a bit to eat…or perhaps some rest? I'm certain you'll need it for what lies ahead" he whispers against my cheek. My breath was ragged and when he started for the door and hesitated, I all but choked on mere air alone. "Do get your rest, though. Like aforementioned, you'll need all the sleep you can get" with that he slammed the door.
I sank to my knees, grateful because if he had waited any longer to leave, I would've broken down in front of him. I let loose all my tears now, then bended the salty moisture from my cheeks to assuage the back of my head. I stood, and looked around the room again but didn't see a thing in my disconsolate haze. I frowned and tried to make sense of Ozai's warning…why would I need rest if he'd be…no, if that's what he plans to do then I would not be getting any sleep at all. So why would I need sleep? What is he planning to do?" I stop thinking because my head is getting light. But one thing's for sure; sleeping in that huge splendid bed would be a no-no. I might as well be signing myself up for the royal harem by doing that, so I'll have to improvise. The floor was too self-deprecating, and the closet was too creepy. That left the…tub? Oh, it'll have to do. I reach onto the bed and grab the sheets haphazardly, cozily tucking them into the large basin.
Taking about six or seven large pillows, I stack them at the top of my sunken-in makeshift bed and hit the lights, then snuggle up to sleep.
Click, click, click. I roll over onto my side. Click, click, click. I groan and stretch out. CLICK! CLICK! My eyes snap open as the incessant noise gets louder, as if it's right outside the door. My mind begins to function and I realize the only person it can be. The door swings open, but my eyes have already fluttered shut, feigning sleep. I must have been pretty convincing, because I heard him chuckle, his signature chuckle. He stroked my cheek. Or maybe not as convincing as I thought. "Do you really think I'd allow such insolence?" he croons, dangerously close. I bit down and sat up, slowly, fingering the faucet knobs subtly. He doesn't notice, or doesn't care. Instead, he grabs my chin "Did you rest well?" he asked solicitously. I nod, and bend a steady stream of water down my left wrist, and it snakes delicately to my fingertips. "Yes, thank you" I answer agreeably. His caresses stop, and my heart pounds; it's now or never. I whip him right across his cheek, but as I anticipated, it isn't enough to leave a bruise or mark. It was much too panicked of a move to do any damage to anything other than his pride. I receive not one, but two slaps for my treachery.
"Stupid wench! This is the gratitude I am due in return for my generosity?! For sparing your worthless life?!" he fumes. "If I am so worthless why am I here?" I whimper, but my persistently. My fire won't be extinguished just yet. He softens, but not into gentleness, instead into lechery. "No, you aren't completely worthless. I still desire to hear your cries of desperation when the scourge is executed once and for all to see" he says delightedly. I cringed "You won't…you won't kill him, will you?" I ask incredulously. Seeing that his prior statements elicited such raw emotions, he grins and places the first dishonoring kiss I think he attempted to be chaste, though this is probably not possible for him, upon my unwilling mouth. It wasn't quick, but then, nothing unpleasant is quick with Ozai; he's one to make a person suffer through its entirety. Which made my stomach entangle around my ribs in anxiety at what he might do to my Zuko…my poor Zuzu…
I refuse to stifle my tears, thinking they might offer some alleviation towards my lover's punishment. Ozai, the sadistic bastard, only took joy in my vulnerable state. "I thought you'd might like to see firsthand what will become of the little idiot, would you not?" he adds, but I'm not listening, not crying, not feeling anymore. I am calculating, because I have to find a way. I have to get us out of here, and fast.
A/N: Short, I know, but there's another chappyter on the way, I promise! Don't worry, I know exactly where I am going with this, and trust me, it won't be what anyone's expected… hopefully. You know the deal, Read and Review, review REVIEW please!!!!!!!