Katara

X

I have never really given much thought to what I would do outside of prostitution. I mean, I didn't exactly have a normal childhood nor anyone whom I could model my life after. The only parent I knew, well, know is a woman who is not my mother. Mammy is the only light in my dark world, spirits, she is one of the few people that is good to me. I remember the times when I was still a child, wandering around the brothel, the good side of it anyway, and being babied by the ladies who worked there.

The first few years of my time there, I didn't have a clue as to what was in store for me. I remember sucking my thumb and occasionally listening in to the stories the girls had for Mammy as I sat upon her knee. There was one girl in particular, her name was Willow, she would cry every time she serviced a particular customer. I remember her face, and the bruises that came upon her cheeks time and again. She was a good girl, always polite but never happy. She took her life one summer's night when I was eight.

I take a puff of smoke and a swig of lager as I stare at the other ladies getting ready for the night. I'm not on duty tonight and can therefore spend my time talking with Mammy. Mammy, old as she is, with her nagging and her reproach, has always been a good woman. I never saw her in a negative light. You would think that I would, considering the fact that she is the vendor of the sex I can provide to men. But truth be told, I don't blame her the least bit. There is no doubt in my mind that she is good, but forced into this industry herself. Prostitution is the only trade she understands.

I take another breath of the cigarette in my hand and enjoy the way the smoke fills my lungs. Smoking is a terrible habit but I don't plan on giving up on it anytime soon. I was eleven when I picked it up and have been addicted since. The women of the brothel begin heading out to the cold but I stay put. The night is far too frigid for me to go out.

On one occasion, I must have been slightly above twelve, had just lost my virginity and was trying to gain attention. I held on to one potential customer who put snow down my dress. I was furious, screaming uncontrollably and attacking the man with my bending. He was wounded pretty badly, a swollen cheek and broken teeth. It was then that I realized that I would never take that shit from anyone ever again, and I didn't, not until last night.

The events begin to unfold in my mind. The thoughts have not left me since. The wounds I had obtained from my encounter with that bastard are still fresh and raw as are the memories. The body, I will not speak of where it is. It is bruised and bloodied and nearly beheaded. I don't really remember the attack, all I remember is severing his manhood from between his legs and stuffing it into his mouth.

The offensive object felt better in my hands than in between my legs. I never thought that one could indeed gain pleasure by holding on to one of those things, but apparently it is possible. Even though it isn't in a sexual light but in a violent one. I remember the blood that surrounded us, the pleading in his eyes and thank the spirits, the brokenness in his those golden orbs. The sweet melody of the laugh that came from my lungs made the appeal of murder ever more enticing.

It is piles of shit like him that make me sick, but then now, instead of being the weak twelve-year-old shivering in the corner of the bed as she gets raped, I am now a braver, stronger woman that I could ever imagine to be. A twisted smile plasters my face as I think about the look on his features when I first drew blood from his throat. It was horrific, but not in the least bit off-putting. I would gladly do it again if I have the chance.

Mammy comes into the dressing room, her eyes are frantic and her breathing is heavy. "The police are here, they want to speak with you," her words come out very fearful but I bear no heed to her panic. I simply nod at her and head out to the dining room. There, in full Fire Nation regalia are a man and a woman, their clothes are red as blood and their eyes, as bright as the stars. I do not pay their attitudes much heed as I casually sit across from them.

"I'm very sure you know retired Captain Hiroshi? According to some of the soldiers here at the brothel last night, we know that you were with him," the woman says. Clearly, she must be a firebender considering the fact that she isn't carrying any weapons. A muscle in my jaw tightens as I, for the first time am slightly anxious of the outcome of this meeting, I do not show it. "We also know from interviews with his former colleagues that he had visited you before last night," she adds and sits back in her seat as, I imagine, she hopes to witness me unravel.

I do not.

"I did service him last night, but he went on his way, he even gave me a parting gift," I state sarcastically and point at the swelling of my cheek. "He certainly isn't your nation's most polite citizen," my words come out snarky and just a little condescending, and I can see the annoyance on their features which they obviously try to hide.

"I can bear witness, he left here at about a quarter past twelve, I collected the money from him myself." Mammy's voice comes out strong and sincere such that I am slightly relieved and surprised at her ability to lie. "Here," she says as she rises from her seat across from mine and heads to her cash register. Calmly, she fishes out the notes from the counter and hands them over to the police officers who seem a little less than convinced. "You can reference the codes of these notes, I'm sure you will know that we are telling the truth," her words seem like a pretty good alibi but they don't seem to buy it.

"I saw him leave," a stranger's voice joins in to the whole situation. I break my glare into the male officer's eyes as I look up at the strange man. He is old, not very attractive, with a hunchback. He looks around fifty and is dressed in red. "He left at about the same time as I did," his words don't seem menacing but I am beginning to wonder what kind of man he is and why he is trying to cover up from us. I suspect he wants something in return and quite frankly now, I don't really give a damn what it is, I'll give it to him. Bearing in mind that he hails from the Fire Nation and the fact that they are a completely sex-crazed bunch, I'm assuming that's what it is.

"Is that so?" the male officer asks as he scratches his chin thoughtfully. "We will be in touch," he states simply and I can practically hear the trust he has for his fellow citizen ooze from his lips. I close my eyes as I exhale heavily and then realizing that this might change their verdict, I cough hard as I try to dispel their possible suspicion.

"Yes sir, they are telling you the truth," the ugly Fire Nation man states and I smile sweetly at the officers.

"Well, we best be going," the female officer says as she takes her helmet and nods at Mammy. "Thank you for your cooperation," she states as they head out the door. I turn to the Fire Nation man and my eyes are sincerely thankful, even though I cannot say the same about my heart.

"Thank you," I hear Mammy say as she hands the man some money. He pockets it and doesn't even thank her. "I really am grateful for what you have done," she says. When I look at the man, he is eyeing me, my body, the way my dress's neckline is slightly lower than it should be. "If there is anything we can do for you…"

"I want her services for a week, free of charge," he states as he points at me. I feel like a sex toy all over again. When will I be a person who can pride herself as someone who is doing something meaningful? "Blow jobs, hand jobs, sex… whatever floats my boat," he states. His tone of lust and horniness is revolting and the fact that he is sweaty and stinks of alcohol doesn't help much either.

"Well," Mammy is not at all happy with his… offer. "Do you want to do it?" she asks and I nod at her. I have no desire to do what he longs for me to do, I have no desire to sleep with this man and give my body to him, but I will, if not for my sake, for Mammy's.

"Excellent," the man says as he rubs his hands gleefully, his eyes are reflective of his lust and I can practically feel my stomach churning. In all my years being a hooker, I have never had the pleasure of meeting a sexually attractive man. I mean, can I ever have it easy? I roll my eyes inwardly as I usher him into the room where again, I will be used as a tool for a man's pleasure.

X

There is a certain kind of calm that fills Katara's being as she begins to undress. She looks at her partner for the night. The man is much older than her eighteen years, much uglier than herself and much, much wealthier. She slips out of her attire and watches in degust the way he eyes her from head to toe. He will be her life for this night and many to come and she will remain disgusted.

"My name is Ming," he states simply as he unzips his pants. "I just thought you should know," he states. Casually she glances at the bracelet on his wrist. Fire Nation citizens wear bangles to represent their marriage. It is so because the bracelet does not interfere with their bending. A ring would heat up too much and might cause some damage. "And what might my little flower's name be?" he asks as he sits up from his position on the bed, moving toward her and caressing the soft skin of her neck.

"Sapphire," she lies. It's not like it actually matters, all he wants is to fuck her, he doesn't care about her, he doesn't care about her wellbeing. There is no need to let him know her real name.

"Well then Sapphire," he says as he removes his pants, revealing a small, and rather shriveled up thing. "Do it," he says and settles on the bed. Katara swallows hard and moves to him. Every fibre in her being is screaming at her to run and never look back, but she has been a strong woman, and she intends to keep it that way.

She does as he says and doesn't hold back despite the fact that this whole situation is revolting and oh so disgusting. She completes her task and even engages in certain other acts. But when his needs go beyond the usual fare, and begins to include beating her and burning her with his bending, Katara decides that she's had enough.

"Hold still," he says as he pins her down on the bed. Her mind screams as she struggles free, practically throwing the man onto the ground. His face morphs from one of perversion to one of surprise and then one of shame as the humiliation sets in. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he questions, his eyes burning. He rises from his position on the floor and takes his belt. Roaring out angry comments, he beats her.

He moves to slap her but this time, Katara holds his hand firmly in hers and slaps him back. And when he moves to hit her again, she surprises herself by bending him into submission. This is indeed a strange ability but Katara isn't complaining. "Fuck you, piece of shit," she says as she subdues him. "I'm going to murder you, just like I did that low life, Hiroshi, and you will die in an even more painful way," she announces as she knocks him unconscious and ties him up.

When the man wakes, he finds himself leaning against the chair in front of the dresser. He can see his bloodshot eyes and the bruises on his neck and face. He looks unrecognizable and he doesn't like the sound of this. There is a noise to his left and he tries to turn but is unable to. His forehead has been frozen into place. She moves to him, and now he can see her. There is a sick look on her face, a pleasured look and a touch of madness in her eyes.

"You are a sorry low life," she says and runs her knife down the side of his face. He winces but she doesn't stop. "I think you will rot in hell," she announces and slaps him. He is crying now and there is a warm wetness on his leg and he realizes that it is urine. "Die you son of a bitch," she says as she continues cutting him. It takes her an hour before she is ready, such that when he begs of her to kill him for the umpteenth time, she does.

And that, is how she becomes a monster.

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