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Chapter Nineteen
'So, the little brat has found his mother,' Azula thought to herself, sitting on her bed and staring at the face on her tablet. The square face of a boy about nineteen was peering at her on their secure network. His brown hair was neat, chin length, parted precisely down the middle. His blue eyes were like ice chips.
Even his lust was darker than her own, and she felt vaguely uncomfortable about it, but he was an excellent informant. He would always bring the news that she inquired of him. That was his best purpose.
"And the so-called sister?" she asked softly with a slight sneer, still not believing that the little peasant was in any way related to her wayward prisoner.
The boy, Hahn, scowled as he answered, "She and that little man-whore are together now." The anger in his tone almost vibrated their connection, but he took a deep breath to cool some of it. "First Yue Luna, now Suki Fronds. When I destroy him, Sokka will regret the day he stole my women from me."
His mispronunciation of Sokka Rivers name made feel a flare of amusement. Soak-ka he said it as. Hahn had once told her that he believed Yue, the girl who had died in a rundown, would be his wife after high school, but the plan had been thwarted because she and Sokka had gotten together after being friends since in diapers.
It was nauseating, to say the least. What were love and friendships when only power and fear mattered? Azula herself had had only two friends, but they betrayed her. After her mother, Ursa, had divorced Ozai and taken her brother, there was no one around to really control Azula. She had been twelve at the time, and her true nature, not unlike her father's, began to surface.
Not wanting to think about those two traitors, Azula brought her mind back to the task at hand. "Yes, he will pay the price for those thefts." She thought for a moment, plotting. "Let's see how far this can go. You said that Katara might be starting to fall for Aang?"
He smiled sneeringly, mouth twisting. "Oh, yeah. She tries to hide it, but I can tell that the whore is falling for him big time. If they get together, we can tear them apart. Revenge would be sweeter for both parties." He grinned darkly. "Maybe I can have a little piece of the girl before taking my woman."
Jesus, this man was insatiable. It even made her skin crawl a little. But Azula knew how to hide her true feelings; it came with the territory in her line of work. No one must know of the deeper emotions that dwell into her soul, black as it may seem. No, only the cunning, provocative, and dark creature she was is allowed when in the company of her associates, no matter how loose they were.
Smiling coldly, she only said, "Very well, Hahn. Break her in if you will, but afterwards, she belongs here. Am I clear?"
It wasn't really a question, and judging from the look on Hahn's face, he knew it, but nodded in acceptance. "Yes, Your Highness."
"Keep looking out and inform me of the proceedings," she ordered sternly. "Every little tidbit."
He inclined his head. "As you wish, Mistress."
Pleased, Azula closed the connection and thought. Yes, the idea of the girl here was enticing, and it would be delicious to have her scream when a man takes her, perhaps capture the boy so he could watch the girl he cared for be ruined. She would have to be fixed, of course. It wouldn't do to get her pregnant on the first run and thereafter. The men were able to conceive but forced to wear protection unless otherwise told by customers. Like Aang, Katara will be made into one of her toys and serve as entertainment.
Deciding to go visit Josh, Azula rose from her bed, despite it being late, but she needed to see the man who resembled his son. She would never forget the first time she had her way with Aang Windstorm. Oh, the delight! The tingle she got when he fought her but couldn't escape, the feeling of him filling her aching core...
(***)
"NO! Don't touch me! Leave me alone!"
Oh, this boy was going to learn one way or another that he can't get away. Azula was to make sure of that. No one was ever able to escape from this place and those who had tried were punished into not doing it again. Some never learned and died through their failed attempts.
Gripping the belt with her hand, she yanked back and hissed, "You will listen and do as I say, boy." Heart racing at the thought of taking control of the defiant little shit, she pulled his belt again as he tried to scoot away. "You belong to me, now." Looking up at Chan she barked, "Bring him to my private chambers."
The buff man grabbed Aang, jerking him up by the hair, causing him to cry out in pain. Face tense, the boy spat at him, "You stupid cockroach!"
Chan, his gold eyes gleaming in lustful anger, growled, "At least cockroaches survive anything."
"They die when their heads are gone too long. Maybe you're already there, bitch."
Jerking the boy's head, he barked, "We'll see who the bitch is, boy." He proceeded to drag Aang away, screaming.
Aang met her gaze, and Azula was surprised to see so much hate and pity in those hazel orbs of his. He fought against Chan to yell at her. "What kind of person takes kids? To turn them into pleasure things?! You're still a teenager, too!"
Though a small part of her undoubtedly cringed at his words, Azula squashed it down. Her father had always said that seventeen was the age when you started making choices, to choose who you wanted to be or to follow the path that had been lined already. When a male prostitute had taken her virginity on her fifteenth birthday, she knew where her destiny was, what her father expected of her: To take over the empire he and those before him had built.
While Aang was dragged away, she turned to other guard in her care. "Me and Chan will handle things from here, Lee. You may take the rest of the night off."
He bowed, looking slightly uncomfortable at the display he had witnessed. "Most generous, Your Highness."
Leaving him to his own devices, Azula went in the same direction as Aang and Chan, still able to hear the screaming the former was making. The idea of taking the boy was delicious and her core was throbbing with the need to take over another person. Just the year before she had been trained in every aspect of torture when it comes to this kind of business.
Nobody liked to be controlled, and Aang definitely needed someone to control him. It was only a matter of time before he succumbed to the pleasure house. One way or another, he will belong here, and no one would want him except clients.
When she reached her room, she could see the boy being tied to her bed, the black leather straps firmly wrapping around his wrists and ankles, though he wasn't being quiet about it.
"You sick fuck!" he yelled, voice going hoarse. "Let go!"
Chan looked over at her, face red and sweaty, looking annoyed. "Let me hit him, Mistress. Just to shut him up."
Azula didn't want her new toy to be wrecked before she got the chance to have some fun, so she shook her head. "Perhaps later, Chan. Leave us, now. Go play with one of the others."
The annoyed look melted into a devious grin as he grabbed her hand and lightly kissed her wrist. "Yes, mistress."
Once they were alone, Azula walked over to the dresser and took out two items: a pair of scissors and a bottle of erectile lotion. Oh, this was going to be fun. Of course she had her own protection from becoming pregnant, so it wasn't necessary for a condom, especially knowing he had never done anything.
Aang was struggling harder than ever as she came over. "What are going to do?" he demanded, eyeing the sharp metal in her hand.
She shrugged, heart pounding in excitement. "Chan was supposed to remove your clothes, Aang. But I can see you were struggling too much."
His face paled as he stilled in horrified astonishment. "You can't be serious," he whispered.
Azula raised her brow. "Oh, I'm dead serious, and if you don't want to be cut, you will hold still."
If anything, that only made him wriggle around. "I'd rather be cut than be your slave, whore!"
That word... She couldn't stand it. Anger pumping into her veins as well as lust, she got on the bed and straddled the boy.
He felt flat, but she knew the potion was going to work. "Shut up," she snarled, squeezing his hips with her legs. "Now hold still." Without waiting for an answer, she started snipping his shirt, making quick work of the material.
Working her way down, she snipped through his jeans and boxers, until he lay bare before her. Peach skin that spoke of a little outside time gleamed under her chandelier and his flaccid manhood was long, above average, and she couldn't wait to get it erect.
Tears were leaking out of Aang's closed eyes, teeth clenched, no doubt to him holding back his sounds of horror and embarrassment. "You're insane," he whispered.
Maybe, but she didn't believe it so. Instead she looked him over once more, feeling the heat in her belly as she observed this male. He was tall for a fifteen year old and well endowed. Now came the best part. Opening the bottle she dribbled just a little on her hand and grabbed his manhood. He jerked away but couldn't get far with those straps tying his body.
Rubbing the lotion int his skin, she felt his staff grow firm in her grip and looked at it, marveling at the size as it became erect.
"S-stop it!" he cried, trying to buck her hand off, but he wasn't going anywhere.
She smirked at his panicked face. "Be a good boy." Standing, she discarded her underwear but kept her dress on. No one was allowed to look at her bare body without her permission. Straddling him once more, Azula gripped his erection and place it at her wet core.
He moaned, but she could tell it wasn't in pleasure but with fear, tears streaming into his hair, face clenched tightly as hi body shook with silent sobs. She blocked it all out, enjoying the feeling of his impressive length entering her.
He was wide enough to fill her up. She moaned darkly, feeling her entire being flush with pleasure. "You belong to me, Aang."
He whispered, "Stop, please."
Azula lowered herself down and bit at his neck, causing his to cry out in pain. "I don't think I will, boy," she breathed menacingly. "I've been wanting you for a long time and now that I have you, I'm not letting you go." To prove her point, Azula began to ride him, gasping as his cock head touched her g-spot. It sent tingles all over her nerves.
Aang didn't seem keen on doing any of the work for her; he was staying still, biting his fuller lower lip until he started to bleed. That just wouldn't do; she could just imagine all the wicked things he could do with that mouth of his.
The seductress allowed her hands to roam over his firm skin, wandering up, until she reached his neck. From there she wrapped her long fingers around it, bouncing faster, until he was gasping for air, trying to buck her off, but that only made his cock thrust inside of her.
What a glorious feeling that was! She decided to keep her hands where they were, only occasionally cutting off his air when he threatened t slow his movements. It was the best sex she has had in a long time.
It was a while before she felt that tingling heat that spoke of orgasm, but Aang, unwilling though he was, was bucking up, as if he wanted to finish this now. But still his face spoke of sorrow and disgust, no joy at the actions that was taking place in her chamber.
Finally the heat became too much for her and she came, crying out and drenching him, and he reached the unwanted climax too, shooting his hot essence inside her core. The potion was meant for a man to finish whether he wanted it or not, and once again it didn't disappoint. The feeling of semen filling her full made her give another, shorter release.
Azula collapsed on the boy, heart racing, blood pumping heavily. After a minute or so she regained herself, lifted off of Aang, and replaced her panties, not wanting to give away her prize right then. Legs are a bit unsteady, but otherwise she had composed herself as the mistress of this pleasure house.
Watching Aang, she saw that his face was blank, tears still streaming but seemingly unaware of them. He wasn't looking at her, gasping raggedly, still tied down. Bruises covered his neck where her fingers had gripped it. She went over to her dresser to her walkie talkie and spoke into for a moment, then turned once more to address him.
"Lee will escort you to your new quarters. He will have a robe for you." Coming to him, she bent and kissed his cheek, though the only movement he gave was a flicker of eyelids but nothing else. "You will be a great addition to this place. Be a good boy, and you will be rewarded." She went to en-suite bathroom to clean up.
By the time she was done with her bath, Aang was gone.
(***)
When she had first spotted Aang three months prior, Azula knew then that he would be essential to bringing in more customers. Ever since that first time, she had only allowed herself the pleasure of his company twice. The sex had been great each time, with or without the choking.
But she can admit, to herself at least, that a small, human part of her had felt guilty about taking away his first time. About the small amount of torture she had inflicted that first night. The boy who had laughed at the arcade with his friend Suki, who had been adopted by the Windstorms, had been carefree, without worries at the time.
Azula had been jealous of him. While she had been brought up like her father had wanted, Aang had the best life he could have, and that was one of the reasons why he had become a target. No one should have that much happiness, so true to themselves.
It was unbearable.
Shaking the feelings away, Azula went Josh's rooms, unlocking the door. Upon entry she could see him, sitting on the bed, hands folded together, eyes glistening but with a strange smile on his face. It was almost one of...relief.
That only made her angry. Storming over she grabbed his shirt dragged his to his feet, staring him down with a sneer. "Why are you smiling?" she snarled.
To her surprise, instead of looking scared, he laughed a little, tears falling away. "I know, Azula."
Scowling in confusion, she released him. "Know what?!" she yelled. What could he know? There was nothing for him to get, nothing he could learn. All information was supposed to filtered to her first. That's how it worked.
Josh Windstorm grinned outright, infuriating her more, and when he met her gaze, his own was smug and happy. "My son, Azula. He isn't here anymore."
"Of course he is," she lied smoothly, though her mind was racing. How did he know? That feeling of having a traitor in her midst became stronger.
Shaking his head, he said, "You can't lie about this, Azula."
It was then she realized...he knew her name. No one other her guards knew it. The prostitutes didn't even know.
"Don't use my name here."
Once again he laughed, as if nothing could touch him. "I can, and I will." Suddenly he wiped his face and the look of merriment melted away into something more serious. "You've been lying the whole time. These last couple of months you've lied about Aang being here." Contemplative came into the room, so thick it was almost unbearable. "My brave boy has escaped," he finally murmured.
Furious anger swamped her, tinting everything in red, but she kept her voice cool until she could fine the time to release her rage. "He has not. We're watching him, Josh. He may think he's safe, but when the time comes, he will be destroyed, and you will be the one to witness it." She turned and strode from the room.
After locking the door, she leaned against it, feeling as if everything was coming apart. There a traitor, she was sure of it. Someone had let slip her name and about the escape. Someone was out to set her empire on fire in the worst way.
And whoever it was will regret the day they messed with the Mistress.
They will regret it very much...

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Chapter Nineteen
'So, the little brat has found his mother,' Azula thought to herself, sitting on her bed and staring at the face on her tablet. The square face of a boy about nineteen was peering at her on their secure network. His brown hair was neat, chin length, parted precisely down the middle. His blue eyes were like ice chips.
Even his lust was darker than her own, and she felt vaguely uncomfortable about it, but he was an excellent informant. He would always bring the news that she inquired of him. That was his best purpose.
"And the so-called sister?" she asked softly with a slight sneer, still not believing that the little peasant was in any way related to her wayward prisoner.
The boy, Hahn, scowled as he answered, "She and that little man-whore are together now." The anger in his tone almost vibrated their connection, but he took a deep breath to cool some of it. "First Yue Luna, now Suki Fronds. When I destroy him, Sokka will regret the day he stole my women from me."
His mispronunciation of Sokka Rivers name made feel a flare of amusement. Soak-ka he said it as. Hahn had once told her that he believed Yue, the girl who had died in a rundown, would be his wife after high school, but the plan had been thwarted because she and Sokka had gotten together after being friends since in diapers.
It was nauseating, to say the least. What were love and friendships when only power and fear mattered? Azula herself had had only two friends, but they betrayed her. After her mother, Ursa, had divorced Ozai and taken her brother, there was no one around to really control Azula. She had been twelve at the time, and her true nature, not unlike her father's, began to surface.
Not wanting to think about those two traitors, Azula brought her mind back to the task at hand. "Yes, he will pay the price for those thefts." She thought for a moment, plotting. "Let's see how far this can go. You said that Katara might be starting to fall for Aang?"
He smiled sneeringly, mouth twisting. "Oh, yeah. She tries to hide it, but I can tell that the whore is falling for him big time. If they get together, we can tear them apart. Revenge would be sweeter for both parties." He grinned darkly. "Maybe I can have a little piece of the girl before taking my woman."
Jesus, this man was insatiable. It even made her skin crawl a little. But Azula knew how to hide her true feelings; it came with the territory in her line of work. No one must know of the deeper emotions that dwell into her soul, black as it may seem. No, only the cunning, provocative, and dark creature she was is allowed when in the company of her associates, no matter how loose they were.
Smiling coldly, she only said, "Very well, Hahn. Break her in if you will, but afterwards, she belongs here. Am I clear?"
It wasn't really a question, and judging from the look on Hahn's face, he knew it, but nodded in acceptance. "Yes, Your Highness."
"Keep looking out and inform me of the proceedings," she ordered sternly. "Every little tidbit."
He inclined his head. "As you wish, Mistress."
Pleased, Azula closed the connection and thought. Yes, the idea of the girl here was enticing, and it would be delicious to have her scream when a man takes her, perhaps capture the boy so he could watch the girl he cared for be ruined. She would have to be fixed, of course. It wouldn't do to get her pregnant on the first run and thereafter. The men were able to conceive but forced to wear protection unless otherwise told by customers. Like Aang, Katara will be made into one of her toys and serve as entertainment.
Deciding to go visit Josh, Azula rose from her bed, despite it being late, but she needed to see the man who resembled his son. She would never forget the first time she had her way with Aang Windstorm. Oh, the delight! The tingle she got when he fought her but couldn't escape, the feeling of him filling her aching core...
(***)
"NO! Don't touch me! Leave me alone!"
Oh, this boy was going to learn one way or another that he can't get away. Azula was to make sure of that. No one was ever able to escape from this place and those who had tried were punished into not doing it again. Some never learned and died through their failed attempts.
Gripping the belt with her hand, she yanked back and hissed, "You will listen and do as I say, boy." Heart racing at the thought of taking control of the defiant little shit, she pulled his belt again as he tried to scoot away. "You belong to me, now." Looking up at Chan she barked, "Bring him to my private chambers."
The buff man grabbed Aang, jerking him up by the hair, causing him to cry out in pain. Face tense, the boy spat at him, "You stupid cockroach!"
Chan, his gold eyes gleaming in lustful anger, growled, "At least cockroaches survive anything."
"They die when their heads are gone too long. Maybe you're already there, bitch."
Jerking the boy's head, he barked, "We'll see who the bitch is, boy." He proceeded to drag Aang away, screaming.
Aang met her gaze, and Azula was surprised to see so much hate and pity in those hazel orbs of his. He fought against Chan to yell at her. "What kind of person takes kids? To turn them into pleasure things?! You're still a teenager, too!"
Though a small part of her undoubtedly cringed at his words, Azula squashed it down. Her father had always said that seventeen was the age when you started making choices, to choose who you wanted to be or to follow the path that had been lined already. When a male prostitute had taken her virginity on her fifteenth birthday, she knew where her destiny was, what her father expected of her: To take over the empire he and those before him had built.
While Aang was dragged away, she turned to other guard in her care. "Me and Chan will handle things from here, Lee. You may take the rest of the night off."
He bowed, looking slightly uncomfortable at the display he had witnessed. "Most generous, Your Highness."
Leaving him to his own devices, Azula went in the same direction as Aang and Chan, still able to hear the screaming the former was making. The idea of taking the boy was delicious and her core was throbbing with the need to take over another person. Just the year before she had been trained in every aspect of torture when it comes to this kind of business.
Nobody liked to be controlled, and Aang definitely needed someone to control him. It was only a matter of time before he succumbed to the pleasure house. One way or another, he will belong here, and no one would want him except clients.
When she reached her room, she could see the boy being tied to her bed, the black leather straps firmly wrapping around his wrists and ankles, though he wasn't being quiet about it.
"You sick fuck!" he yelled, voice going hoarse. "Let go!"
Chan looked over at her, face red and sweaty, looking annoyed. "Let me hit him, Mistress. Just to shut him up."
Azula didn't want her new toy to be wrecked before she got the chance to have some fun, so she shook her head. "Perhaps later, Chan. Leave us, now. Go play with one of the others."
The annoyed look melted into a devious grin as he grabbed her hand and lightly kissed her wrist. "Yes, mistress."
Once they were alone, Azula walked over to the dresser and took out two items: a pair of scissors and a bottle of erectile lotion. Oh, this was going to be fun. Of course she had her own protection from becoming pregnant, so it wasn't necessary for a condom, especially knowing he had never done anything.
Aang was struggling harder than ever as she came over. "What are going to do?" he demanded, eyeing the sharp metal in her hand.
She shrugged, heart pounding in excitement. "Chan was supposed to remove your clothes, Aang. But I can see you were struggling too much."
His face paled as he stilled in horrified astonishment. "You can't be serious," he whispered.
Azula raised her brow. "Oh, I'm dead serious, and if you don't want to be cut, you will hold still."
If anything, that only made him wriggle around. "I'd rather be cut than be your slave, whore!"
That word... She couldn't stand it. Anger pumping into her veins as well as lust, she got on the bed and straddled the boy.
He felt flat, but she knew the potion was going to work. "Shut up," she snarled, squeezing his hips with her legs. "Now hold still." Without waiting for an answer, she started snipping his shirt, making quick work of the material.
Working her way down, she snipped through his jeans and boxers, until he lay bare before her. Peach skin that spoke of a little outside time gleamed under her chandelier and his flaccid manhood was long, above average, and she couldn't wait to get it erect.
Tears were leaking out of Aang's closed eyes, teeth clenched, no doubt to him holding back his sounds of horror and embarrassment. "You're insane," he whispered.
Maybe, but she didn't believe it so. Instead she looked him over once more, feeling the heat in her belly as she observed this male. He was tall for a fifteen year old and well endowed. Now came the best part. Opening the bottle she dribbled just a little on her hand and grabbed his manhood. He jerked away but couldn't get far with those straps tying his body.
Rubbing the lotion int his skin, she felt his staff grow firm in her grip and looked at it, marveling at the size as it became erect.
"S-stop it!" he cried, trying to buck her hand off, but he wasn't going anywhere.
She smirked at his panicked face. "Be a good boy." Standing, she discarded her underwear but kept her dress on. No one was allowed to look at her bare body without her permission. Straddling him once more, Azula gripped his erection and place it at her wet core.
He moaned, but she could tell it wasn't in pleasure but with fear, tears streaming into his hair, face clenched tightly as hi body shook with silent sobs. She blocked it all out, enjoying the feeling of his impressive length entering her.
He was wide enough to fill her up. She moaned darkly, feeling her entire being flush with pleasure. "You belong to me, Aang."
He whispered, "Stop, please."
Azula lowered herself down and bit at his neck, causing his to cry out in pain. "I don't think I will, boy," she breathed menacingly. "I've been wanting you for a long time and now that I have you, I'm not letting you go." To prove her point, Azula began to ride him, gasping as his cock head touched her g-spot. It sent tingles all over her nerves.
Aang didn't seem keen on doing any of the work for her; he was staying still, biting his fuller lower lip until he started to bleed. That just wouldn't do; she could just imagine all the wicked things he could do with that mouth of his.
The seductress allowed her hands to roam over his firm skin, wandering up, until she reached his neck. From there she wrapped her long fingers around it, bouncing faster, until he was gasping for air, trying to buck her off, but that only made his cock thrust inside of her.
What a glorious feeling that was! She decided to keep her hands where they were, only occasionally cutting off his air when he threatened t slow his movements. It was the best sex she has had in a long time.
It was a while before she felt that tingling heat that spoke of orgasm, but Aang, unwilling though he was, was bucking up, as if he wanted to finish this now. But still his face spoke of sorrow and disgust, no joy at the actions that was taking place in her chamber.
Finally the heat became too much for her and she came, crying out and drenching him, and he reached the unwanted climax too, shooting his hot essence inside her core. The potion was meant for a man to finish whether he wanted it or not, and once again it didn't disappoint. The feeling of semen filling her full made her give another, shorter release.
Azula collapsed on the boy, heart racing, blood pumping heavily. After a minute or so she regained herself, lifted off of Aang, and replaced her panties, not wanting to give away her prize right then. Legs are a bit unsteady, but otherwise she had composed herself as the mistress of this pleasure house.
Watching Aang, she saw that his face was blank, tears still streaming but seemingly unaware of them. He wasn't looking at her, gasping raggedly, still tied down. Bruises covered his neck where her fingers had gripped it. She went over to her dresser to her walkie talkie and spoke into for a moment, then turned once more to address him.
"Lee will escort you to your new quarters. He will have a robe for you." Coming to him, she bent and kissed his cheek, though the only movement he gave was a flicker of eyelids but nothing else. "You will be a great addition to this place. Be a good boy, and you will be rewarded." She went to en-suite bathroom to clean up.
By the time she was done with her bath, Aang was gone.
(***)
When she had first spotted Aang three months prior, Azula knew then that he would be essential to bringing in more customers. Ever since that first time, she had only allowed herself the pleasure of his company twice. The sex had been great each time, with or without the choking.
But she can admit, to herself at least, that a small, human part of her had felt guilty about taking away his first time. About the small amount of torture she had inflicted that first night. The boy who had laughed at the arcade with his friend Suki, who had been adopted by the Windstorms, had been carefree, without worries at the time.
Azula had been jealous of him. While she had been brought up like her father had wanted, Aang had the best life he could have, and that was one of the reasons why he had become a target. No one should have that much happiness, so true to themselves.
It was unbearable.
Shaking the feelings away, Azula went Josh's rooms, unlocking the door. Upon entry she could see him, sitting on the bed, hands folded together, eyes glistening but with a strange smile on his face. It was almost one of...relief.
That only made her angry. Storming over she grabbed his shirt dragged his to his feet, staring him down with a sneer. "Why are you smiling?" she snarled.
To her surprise, instead of looking scared, he laughed a little, tears falling away. "I know, Azula."
Scowling in confusion, she released him. "Know what?!" she yelled. What could he know? There was nothing for him to get, nothing he could learn. All information was supposed to filtered to her first. That's how it worked.
Josh Windstorm grinned outright, infuriating her more, and when he met her gaze, his own was smug and happy. "My son, Azula. He isn't here anymore."
"Of course he is," she lied smoothly, though her mind was racing. How did he know? That feeling of having a traitor in her midst became stronger.
Shaking his head, he said, "You can't lie about this, Azula."
It was then she realized...he knew her name. No one other her guards knew it. The prostitutes didn't even know.
"Don't use my name here."
Once again he laughed, as if nothing could touch him. "I can, and I will." Suddenly he wiped his face and the look of merriment melted away into something more serious. "You've been lying the whole time. These last couple of months you've lied about Aang being here." Contemplative came into the room, so thick it was almost unbearable. "My brave boy has escaped," he finally murmured.
Furious anger swamped her, tinting everything in red, but she kept her voice cool until she could fine the time to release her rage. "He has not. We're watching him, Josh. He may think he's safe, but when the time comes, he will be destroyed, and you will be the one to witness it." She turned and strode from the room.
After locking the door, she leaned against it, feeling as if everything was coming apart. There a traitor, she was sure of it. Someone had let slip her name and about the escape. Someone was out to set her empire on fire in the worst way.
And whoever it was will regret the day they messed with the Mistress.
They will regret it very much...