Your wrists were killing you. You were put in the most humiliating and vulnerable position, stretched out like a starfish. The tight restraints felt like they were getting tighter every single second the Fire Nation held you.

Your friends left you on accident. Aang was passed out, in his avatar state and Katara could barely water whip anyone. Trying to give them some time to get on Appa, they left you. Alone with the Fire Nation.

“Head up, soldier.” he taunts, snickering. “You fought good. My men are still injured.” he starts, “And it looks like the avatar isn’t reliable. If you were on my side, this would’ve never happened.”

He gets closer to you, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “Where is the Avatar?”

He picks your head up, making you look at him in his eyes.