Yes!

“Do you know why I brought you here, Katara?” Azula asked, her voice low and dangerous.

“No, Your Majesty,” Katara replied, her voice trembling.

Azula’s hands moved to Katara’s shoulders, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Because you’re mine,” she whispered, her breath hot against Katara’s ear. “Your life, your body, your very soul—they belong to me.”

Katara’s breath caught in her throat, and she shivered as Azula’s hands moved down her arms, her fingers trailing over her skin with a possessiveness that made her stomach churn. Azula’s hands reached her wrists, and with a few deft movements, she unlocked the chains, letting them fall to the floor with a loud clatter.

Katara’s heart was pounding in her chest, her mind racing with fear and confusion. She didn’t know what Azula planned to do, but she knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Azula stepped back, and Katara heard the sound of something being drawn, the sharp, metallic hiss of steel being unsheathed. Her breath caught in her throat, and she turned her head, her eyes widening as she saw the whip in Azula’s hand.

It was a cruel-looking thing, made of black leather with barbed tips that gleamed wickedly in the light. Azula ran her fingers over the length of it, her golden eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. “Do you know what this is, Katara?” she asked, her voice almost playful.

Katara’s mouth went dry, and she shook her head. “No, Your Majesty.”

Azula’s smile widened, and she stepped closer, her eyes locked onto Katara’s. “It’s a gift,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “A gift for you.”

Katara’s heart was pounding so hard she could barely hear her own thoughts. She wanted to run, to scream, to do something—anything—to escape the nightmare she was trapped in. But she knew it was futile. There was no escape from Azula.

The Empress stepped back, and Katara heard the whistle of the whip as Azula swung it through the air. The sharp crack as it hit the floor made her flinch, and she closed her eyes, trying to prepare herself for what was coming.

But nothing could have prepared her for the searing pain that tore through her back as the whip connected with her flesh. She cried out, her body jerking forward as the barbs bit into her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Azula laughed, a cold, cruel sound that sent chills down Katara’s spine. “Do you feel it, Katara?” she asked, her voice almost giddy with excitement. “Do you feel my gift?”

Katara’s breath was coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling with pain and fear. She could feel the warmth of her own blood trickling down her back, the sting of the whip’s barbs still burning in her flesh.

Azula swung the whip again, and again, each lash tearing into Katara’s skin with ruthless precision. The pain was unbearable, each strike sending waves of agony coursing through her body. She tried to hold back her cries, to show some semblance of strength, but it was impossible. Each lash tore a scream from her throat, her voice echoing in the vast, empty room.

Azula’s laughter filled the air, a cruel, twisted sound that made Katara’s blood run cold. The Empress was enjoying herself, reveling in Katara’s pain, and there was nothing Katara could do to stop her.

The whip came down again, and this time, Katara’s legs gave out. She fell to her knees, her body trembling with pain and exhaustion. Her vision blurred, and she could feel the darkness creeping in at the edges of her mind. She wanted to let it take her, to escape the agony, but Azula’s voice pulled her back.

“Oh, no, Katara,” Azula said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You’re not getting off that easily.”

Katara felt Azula’s hand in her hair, yanking her head back. The Empress’s golden eyes burned into hers, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “Beg for it,” she commanded, her voice low and dangerous. “Beg for me to stop.”

Katara’s breath hitched, and she shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She wouldn’t give Azula the satisfaction. She wouldn’t—

The whip came down again, and this time, Katara screamed, her body convulsing with the searing pain. “Please!” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, stop!”

Azula laughed, a cold, cruel sound that sent chills down Katara’s spine. She raised the whip again, her golden eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. “Louder,” she demanded. “Beg louder.”