𝖠𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

Neteyam x reader (part two) Avatar.

She spoke to her people, not understanding what she was saying. She spotted the darker Na'vi, watching her carefully. "You will be killed, a sacrifice to the great mother." She kneeled. Taking a blade from her hip, cutting her cheek slowly and softly. The blood dripping out of the freshly slice skin. She whined, feeling her defeat.

Then, the darker Na'vi stood, halting their next movement. "Wait." He spoke. "What if we need her? She holds information on them. If we kill her...we lose that knowledge we need."

The woman thought for a moment, glancing back at y/n. "You think we should keep this alien living?" She asked.

The male nodded. "I myself, will watch her." He said. There was a long pause, mere whispers flashed in her ears, hearing nothing but gibberish.

"Very well." She nodded. "This girl...will be of use to us." She said, cutting her hands free. "Do not bother with putting up a fight." She said. "You are ours now, and we will kill you, if you try and run." She said.

"Neteyam, take this girl, and dress her in something appropriate." She hissed.

He walked over yanking her roughly. "Ow." She winced. Dragging her to his tent, he threw her to the floor. "Don't try to run, I will catch you." He spat.

"Why save me?" She growled. "Save?" He said. He shook his head, a small dry laugh leaving his lips. "You are of use to me, nothing more, if you did not hold what we need" he said. "I'd have killed you myself." He said.

He moved to crouch, digging in a basket; throwing her some sort of clothing, though you could barely call it appropriate, at least in her eyes. "What is this?" She scowled.

"Clothes." He muttered. "Now dress." He said watching her, no expression showing on his face.
"Not when you're watching." She huffed.

"I need to keep my eye on you." He said. "Turn around." He glared. "I am still a woman." She said.

He sighed, staring at her briefing nodding. He turned his body, facing the entrance to the tent. She began to quickly strip, looking up to make sure he was still looking away.

She tied the cover around her, slightly, it ran up her bottom, the woven material was not the best. She threw the "top" on, though it was just woven leaves, covering her nipples and that was it. The strings were complicated. She grunted.

He turned, rolling his eyes. He yanked her closer, his eyes roaming her body, looking at her tall curves. "You can't put a simple cover on." He whispered. He yanked the strings, fixing them for her. "Pathetic." He muttered.

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Three moons into her prison, she lie awake at night, trapped in a fearsome place, sleepless nights, forced to speak, give information then; kicked back inside her tent, which was guarded by a Na'vi.

She stood up, speaking to Neteyam, who was the darker Na'vi. "I need to pee." She whispered.

His gazed shifted. A scowled on his face. "Come on." He said. Grabbing her wrist tightly. "Ow, do you have to hold me so roughly." She yelped.

He paused. "Don't you ever shut up?" He said looking down at her, his nostrils flared, his gaze deadly.

She took a deep breath. "It just...hurts." She said softly, looking away. His gaze didn't soften? But his voice seemed calmer. "Go." He said, pointed for her to relive herself stomach.