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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33555 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, Avatar: The Legend of Korra, any historical figures or events, or easily recognizable persons, places or things. I make no profit from this work of fanfiction

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Chapter 11
Zuko had disappeared into the room with the chamber pot once more and Katara sat chained to the desk. A steward had come in and cleaned up the mess. A doctor had come in to stitch Zuko’s hand and dress the other wounds she’d given him. She felt an odd sense of satisfaction when the older man announced she’d nicked one of Zuko’s veins.

She only wished it was a major vein and not one of the smaller ones supplying blood to his fingers or that she’d been able to knock him out. He still would have bled to death. She’d never been happy to hurt anyone before, even after their battle at the North Pole she had checked to make sure he was still breathing. But now seeing him tense and fight against flinching as the needle pierced his skin to rejoin the wound she’d given him she decided she liked the feeling. She resolved to do as much damage to him as possible before she escaped.

Zuko showered rapidly and put on the robe Dr. Bingwen had brought him. They should be arriving at the meeting point soon and he didn’t want anyone to come in the room and take Katara. He stepped out of the door just as they announced the smaller craft bearing the hairdressers, valets, new robes, and the heralds for the processional had arrived. He sent word by a soldier to have his attendants come to his room.

Katara watched as Zuko was primped. The only thing the men in red didn’t do for him was put on his underwear. She suspected it was only because she’d laughed when one of them offered. Her laughter was short lived. After they’d finished with him, Zuko ordered that they turn their attentions to her.

Her face was scrubbed, her teeth were polished, her nails were filed and buffed, the blood was removed from her clothes and her shoes were shined all without her permission. She felt like a doll in the hands of a deranged child but at least they didn’t touch her hair.

Sokka had suspected the worst when Zuko ordered that Katara be taken to his bedroom. He’d managed to convince Aang that Zuko had done so because the brig wouldn’t offer much privacy for a woman. He’d even joked that after the past few days he didn’t want to be trapped in a cage with her. It was bad enough being stuck sharing a camp when she was angry.

Aang had laughed but agreed saying at least they still had each other. They were separated shortly afterwards.

Sokka was trying to loosen up the guards to get some information from them when Ty Lee came to get him. The normally bubbly girl seemed tense. Sokka knew something was wrong when she blocked the chi to his arms, but didn’t try to flirt with him. He followed her upstairs and the screaming grew louder with each step.

Katara’s screaming grew louder with each step.

He ran towards the sound but Azula pushed him into a room before he could get to her. Ty Lee blocked the rest of his chi and he fell onto a bed. He was gagged and forced to listen. His sister was fighting for her virtue and begging Zuko not to do it and he couldn’t do anything to help her. As soon as his limbs started to get feeling, Ty Lee would block his chi again.

The screaming changed and he knew she’d lost her battle with Zuko. She was being raped. She sounded like freshly speared dying animal. He had promised their dad that he would protect her. Zuko was raping his baby sister right next door and he couldn’t do anything to help her. He could only listen as she cried out for him and their mother to help her.

Azula opened the door when the screaming finally stopped. She and the gloomy needles girl stood in either side of doorway, making sure to give him a clear view of hall. He heard the cheers before he saw Katara. She was crying. There was a blanket wrapped around her. Her feet were bare and her lower legs were exposed. Zuko’s arm was around her. He was smiling.

His baby sister was crying and the bastard who raped her was smiling and being congratulated.

Sokka didn’t think he could feel any worse.

Azula had Ty Lee unblock the chi to his legs and led him out of the room. There were pink splatters on the floor. Azula had happily told him they had dripped down Katara’s legs. He didn’t have to hear any more to know it was a mix of her blood and his semen. Zuko had raped her and emptied himself inside her. There was a chance his baby sister would become pregnant with his bastard.

Azula then took him into Zuko’s bedroom. There was blood in several places on the sheets. Katara had fought. There bits of brown skin stuck to parts of the sheets. The largest pool of blood had a second stain on top of it. It was lighter. Some of his fluids had leaked out of her. She’d had fought and it still hadn’t been enough. At some point she’d thrown up. The room reeked of vomit.

Sokka was grateful. The foul stench of illness completely overpowered the unmistakable scent of sex.

When Azula ordered that the sheets be framed as a historical souvenir he lunged at her only to fall flat on his face. Ty Lee had blocked his chi again. He was carried back to cell and dumped on the floor. This time Aang was missing. Sokka struggled vainly to get up. He had heard stumping and enucleating being mentioned as a way to control the Avatar.

That was several hours ago and he hadn’t seen Katara or Aang since. The guards had come and removed his clothing giving him a prisoner’s uniform to wear and a bowl of rice gruel. He had just been forced to listen to his sister being raped and look at the bed where it happened; now he was being fed.

He forced himself to eat it knowing he couldn’t help her if he fainted.

“Get up and eat.”

Sokka felt his feet being poked. A different guard was setting down another bowl of rice gruel and some dumplings. The tray was slid his direction and the guard left without answering any of his questions about Katara and Aang.

Once again Sokka made himself eat and willed his stomach to hold onto the food. He would need his strength to escape and find them.

The guard returned ten minutes later with his clothes and weapons, “I’m opening the cell door. If you try anything I will kill you. We don’t need you alive like we do the Avatar and no one wants you as a toy. You will be meeting the Fire Lord today and you need to wash.”

Sokka stepped away from the cell door as the guard opened it. He was relieved to know that Katara was still alive. He knew Aang wouldn’t be killed so easily but alive wasn’t a guarantee that he’d be in good condition. Sokka followed the man to the shower making note of the route they’d taken. Some of the men were looking at him strangely so he quickly washed himself and dressed. This time the man led him onto the deck.

“Sokka!”

Before he could turn, Katara was crashing into him. Her hands were tied behind her back as well. His hands were bound behind his back so all he could do was roll his shoulders forward and rub his chin against her head as she sobbed against his chest.

“It’s okay, Baby Sister. We’ll get out of this I promise. I promise you’ll find a way to get us out of this,” Sokka vowed as the tears ran down his face.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading.
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