Catra's Pampered Nightmare

Therapy with Entrapta

Warning mature and possibly triggering content ahead

Catra sat there as Entrapta spoke, thinking about how to tell her about what happened. She knew from her past experiences with Shadow Weaver that bottling up trauma only led to more trauma. Finally, she spoke up, "Entrapta, it's a long story that I don't want to tell more than once. Can you let me finish without interrupting? It's difficult for me to relive this in my head every night." Entrapta nodded and said, "I'm listening. I'll ask questions when you're finished, if that's okay with you."

Catra then began to tell Entrapta about what had happened to her between helping Glimmer escape Horde Prime and her rescue. "Immediately after the video transmission went out, I was seized by Horde Prime's clones and brought before him. He ordered that I be tortured while he prepared to chip me. His clones beat me every day for hours at a time until a couple of days before you all rescued me. They pulled my tail, twisted my arms and legs, punched me in the stomach, groped me, and did other things I don't want to talk about right now."

Entrapta noticed the tone shift at the last part but decided not to comment on it yet. "Prime wanted me mentally broken before he placed the control chip on me," Catra said, fingering the back of her neck before continuing her story. She started to choke up and tear up, "After several days of torture, I was brought before Prime and held down as they cut my hair and removed what was left of my clothes so they could dress me and place the control chip on my neck. I don't really remember much after that until Adora rescued me. It was like a fog with just a little bit of light. I could tell what was going on, but I had no control. I really was broken by them. I wasn't even fighting back until Adora goaded me to. The mental fight with Horde Prime was so intense; the fall wasn't even Horde controlling me, it was during a single moment of my control. I just wanted it to end."

She started to cry and leaned into Entrapta, wrapping her arms around the tech princess as she sobbed uncontrollably from finally telling someone. Entrapta comforted the small magicat as she cried, noticing that Catra had wet the pull-up she had gotten from the ship's replicator. Entrapta guessed that either the stress from telling her story or the physical trauma of what happened to her had caused her to lose control.

Pushing Catra off her, she held her by the shoulders and asked if she was ready for questions. Catra nodded. "I only have one, did they $&$# you?" Catra nodded, "I don't want to think about it," Catra said, sobbing and barely able to contain herself.

Entrapta sat there, boiling in rage as she saw how broken Catra was by Prime. "I can see why you have nightmares. The pull-ups are for daytime use, Catra. I'll get you some diapers for nights, and speaking of pull-ups, I think yours is wet. I'll get you some more. You sit right there, I'll only be a minute, okay?" she said, trying to sound comforting.