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The Fire Days Festival was in full-swing. Katara, Sokka, and Aang had split up to enjoy some of the sights and performances the event had to offer. (In Sokka's case, the abundance of spicy meat.)
Katara kept her cloak pulled over her head as she traversed the crowd, taking in the various stands and decorations around her, until she stopped in front of a large podium. Several onlookers watched in awe as a young stuntman dressed in sterling silk robes conjured up all sorts of wild creatures with his firebending skills. The illusionist took a bow as Katara and the crowd gave him a standing ovation.
"Thank you, all! And for my next act, I shall be taming the legendary firedrake!" the stuntman scanned his eyes over the crowd, until his eyes landed on Katara. "You shall be my captured princess!"
Katara did a double-take as the performer pointed directly at her. She glanced around awkwardly as the crowd cheered her on to get onto the stage. "Oh, m-me? I don't know..." she instinctively tugged at the sides of her cloak to avoid drawing too much attention to herself.
"Don't be shy! The dreaded beast stands no chance against a mighty warrior such as I!" the young stuntman struck a pose that caused some of the girls in the audience to giggle excitedly.
Katara rolled her eyes at the flamboyant display. But she had to admit, the illusionist did have a certain charm to him. He looked to be around her age, which certainly helped with his good looks (not that she'd admit that), and she can't remember the last time she enjoyed herself.
After a few moments of hesitation, Katara felt a surge of confidence as she squared her shoulders and made eye contact with the performer. "As long as I get a kiss at the end, I'll go along with it."
The crowd cheered at her response, and Katara smirked at some of the jealous stares she received from some of the other girls.
"Wonderful!" the stuntman pulled her up on the stage with him, right as he pulled forward a chair and some coils of ropes. "And now, witness as this fair maiden falls prey to the servants of the dreaded dragon!" he carefully seated Katara on the chair and began tying her up with the ropes.
Katara winced slightly as the ropes tugged against her skin. "Hey, try not to do it so tight, okay?" she whispered to him.
"Don't worry, it's all part of the act. You'll be perfectly safe," he whispered back with a wink.
Katara struggled to hide her blush. "As long as I get that kiss I was promised."
The performer tied another knot to her ropes. "Hey, as long as you roll with it, maybe you'll get more than a kiss." he flashed her a flirtatious smile.
Katara rolled her eyes hard. "We'll see. But if you get too handsy with me, you're getting a kick in the balls."
"Fair enough." the performer finished off the last of the knots.
Katara struggled around a bit to test the effectiveness of the ropes, which proved to secure her quite tightly to the chair.
The stuntman stepped back and resumed his chivalrous persona. "Worry not, fair lady! I shall save you from this savage beast!"
Who said I need rescuing? Katara thought to herself. Her eyes then widened as the performer used his firebending to summon a projection of a large serpentine dragon.
"Away, foul creature! You shall do no more harm this day!" the performer conjured up a fiery leash to contain the dragon, earning him a round of cheers from his audience.
Gotta admit, he's good. Maybe he does have a trick or two up his sleeve, Katara mused.
The performer then directed the fiery dragon straight for Katara. Her eyes bulged as she quickly shirked away from the incoming illusion of fire. The performer then did a quick hand motion that made the dragon disappear into thin air.
There was a moment of pause, until the crowd erupted in applause yet again. Katara slowly opened her eyes to see the stuntman giving her a cocky grin. She arched her brow at him, despite her own grin forming on her lips.
Pretty impressive...and kind of hot. Katara's blush returned in full force as the intrusive thought entered her mind.
The performer gave a bow to the clapping audience as the curtains closed. He then stretched his arms as he sauntered over to Katara, who still remained tied up in the chair.
"Thank you, miss. You made a wonderful damsel tonight."
"Aw, thanks. You made for a pretty great dragon-slayer with that little fire show of yours," Katara replied.
He nonchalantly waved a hand. "You flatter me. And I supposed I make a pretty decent captor too."
Katara squirmed around a bit in her ropes. "That you do. But you do know I wasn't joking about that kick to the balls, right?"
The performer raised a cunning brow. "I had a feeling you weren't. But I don't think you'll be able to hurt me all trussed up like that."
Katara challenged him with a frown. "Oh, you'd be surprised what I can do, even with my hands tied behind my back."
"...I don't think you'll be doing much. Especially since we need you as bait to draw out the Avatar."
Katara's eyes were wide as the moon itself. "W-What?! You-!" she was cut off when a pair of Fire Nation soldiers stepped forward and gripped both her shoulders. She sighed heavily as she hung her head in realization. "...You lured me into a trap to get to Aang, didn't you?"
"You catch on quickly!" the performer complimented. "Why else do you think I singled you out in the crowd? You matched the description of one of the Airbender's companions."
"And here I thought you were lured in by my natural charm," Katara crassly remarked.
"Look who's talking."
She blushed again as she avoided his gaze.
"As we speak, Prince Zuko and his men are scouring the area for the Avatar. Once he sees we have you in our custody, he'll surrender to us without fuss."
"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" Katara gritted her teeth as she struggled against her ropes. "I swear, when I get out of here, your ass is toast!"
"My, my, quite the feisty one." the performer/spy then pulled out a red cloth and tied it over Katara's mouth.
"Wh-mmph!!" Katara shook her head to get the gag off, but it was knotted tight.
"I wouldn't waste my energy if I were you, miss. You'll be needing it for the next part of the show."
The spy nodded to the pair of soldiers, who lifted up the chair Katara was bound in and began carrying her away. Katara moaned and shouted behind her gag as she was taken away, thrashing in her bonds all the while.
I swear, as soon as I get free...

But soon never came. Katara still remained tied up in the performer's private studio, which was adorned with bright red and orange decorations and props that clashed with her blue attire. Katara groaned behind her gagged lips as she bucked around in her ropes, despite knowing how pointless it was. The spy then entered the studio with an arrogant smile, which Katara narrowed her eyes at.
"Still tied up, I see?" the illusionist lifted the gag off her lips.
"Yeah! Still tied up, you son of a bitch!!" Katara snapped back.
"Hmm. Well, in any case, we still haven't had much luck finding your Avatar friend."
A slight wave of relief coursed through Katara, though she maintained her air of defiance. "Well, isn't that a shame. Guess you might need to keep me here as bait for a while longer."
The spy tilted his head. "Was that sarcasm, or are you actually starting to enjoy your little damsel-in-distress role?"
Katara growled. "Don't push your luck. The only thing I'm enjoying about all this is waiting for my chance to break your balls like you deserve!"
The spy scoffed. "Well, you might not be enjoying this..."
Katara clenched her teeth at his longing stare. "Keep it up, and I swear I'll bend these ropes into a ball and shove them right up where the sun doesn't shine. Right after my foot finds its way to your nuts."
"Hmph. Hours later, and you still haven't lost your edge."
Katara struggled vigorously against her bindings. "You can bet on it, you perverted creep."
The spy smirked as he cupped her chin. "There's something alluring about that fire in your blue eyes. Maybe there was another reason I picked you as my assistant after all..."
Katara struggled harder as she pulled herself away from him. "Do you even hear yourself? You must be more messed up than I thought you were."
"Hey, you wanted to take part in the show, princess."
"Don't call me that."
"Why not? It suits you."
Katara groaned. "You're a perv."
The spy grinned. "If it helps, it's nothing personal. This is just 'til Prince Zuko captures the Avatar. I'm just enjoying this while it lasts."
"And what part of my situation are you enjoying??"
"I guess I have a thing for angry damsels. It's the best part of my acts."
Katara growled furiously. "You have got to be kidding me..."
"For a Water Tribe girl, you sure got a heated attitude," the spy quipped.
"You don't even know the half of it, jackass." Katara struggled even harder against the ropes, her arms itching to throttle her smug captor.
"Heh. Too bad you won't get to show me what you got. Once we have the Avatar in custody, you'll both be on your way to the Fire Nation to face punishment for your crimes."
Katara balked. "And what exactly are these 'crimes'? You don't know half of what we've been through!"
"Let's see; escaping capture, interfering with Prince Zuko's duties, conspiring with enemies of the Fire Lord..." the spy counted off his fingers. "I could go on."
"So we'll be punished for standing by our principles and doing what's right? That doesn't sound very fair."
"Hey, if anything, we're the ones in the right here," the spy argued. "You know the Avatar is a fugitive, don't you? And helping him evade justice makes you just as guilty."
Katara ceased her struggling. She shook her head as she straightened her posture to look right at him. "It doesn't matter. I don't regret a single decision I've made. You can't force me to turn my back on people who need my help, no matter what the consequences are."
The spy folded his arms. "You seem pretty sure of your answer. Maybe you can tell the judges that once you're put on trial right alongside the Avatar and that other dimwit in your group."
Katara resumed her futile struggling. "Yeah, well, we'll see how much you're gloating once the Avatar knocks some sense into you." she narrowed her eyes. "That's if I don't get to you first."
"Don't bet on that." the spy re-gagged her lips with the red cloth.
"Whaa-mpf, mmghh!!"
"You still have a show to perform, little princess. Once the Avatar comes running to save the helpless damsel, he'll be in for quite a nasty surprise."
Katara thrashed against her ropes as she glared daggers at her captor's demeaning comments, all the while muttering curses behind her gag.
"Heh. You know, you look so good wrapped up like this..." the spy admired his handiwork. "Anyone ever tell you that red suits you way better than blue?"
"Mmghh, mmfmmgh! Mmgh!!" Katara squirmed in her ropes with murderous intent in her eyes.
The spy patted her head in his way out of the studio. "Sit tight, princess. The Avatar has to show himself eventually. And we wouldn't want him to miss the show, now would we?" he blew her a kiss before leaving her alone again.
Katara growled indignantly as she writhed and wriggled to loosen the knots of her ropes, which only left her exhausted and in a worse mood than before. She kept glaring at the spot where her smarmy captor was just moments ago, as her mind was filled with all sorts of fantasies for revenge.
This is what I get for judging a guy by his looks and not his character, Katara huffed frustratedly through her nostrils. Be careful, Aang...

Description
The Fire Days Festival was in full-swing. Katara, Sokka, and Aang had split up to enjoy some of the sights and performances the event had to offer. (In Sokka's case, the abundance of spicy meat.)
Katara kept her cloak pulled over her head as she traversed the crowd, taking in the various stands and decorations around her, until she stopped in front of a large podium. Several onlookers watched in awe as a young stuntman dressed in sterling silk robes conjured up all sorts of wild creatures with his firebending skills. The illusionist took a bow as Katara and the crowd gave him a standing ovation.
"Thank you, all! And for my next act, I shall be taming the legendary firedrake!" the stuntman scanned his eyes over the crowd, until his eyes landed on Katara. "You shall be my captured princess!"
Katara did a double-take as the performer pointed directly at her. She glanced around awkwardly as the crowd cheered her on to get onto the stage. "Oh, m-me? I don't know..." she instinctively tugged at the sides of her cloak to avoid drawing too much attention to herself.
"Don't be shy! The dreaded beast stands no chance against a mighty warrior such as I!" the young stuntman struck a pose that caused some of the girls in the audience to giggle excitedly.
Katara rolled her eyes at the flamboyant display. But she had to admit, the illusionist did have a certain charm to him. He looked to be around her age, which certainly helped with his good looks (not that she'd admit that), and she can't remember the last time she enjoyed herself.
After a few moments of hesitation, Katara felt a surge of confidence as she squared her shoulders and made eye contact with the performer. "As long as I get a kiss at the end, I'll go along with it."
The crowd cheered at her response, and Katara smirked at some of the jealous stares she received from some of the other girls.
"Wonderful!" the stuntman pulled her up on the stage with him, right as he pulled forward a chair and some coils of ropes. "And now, witness as this fair maiden falls prey to the servants of the dreaded dragon!" he carefully seated Katara on the chair and began tying her up with the ropes.
Katara winced slightly as the ropes tugged against her skin. "Hey, try not to do it so tight, okay?" she whispered to him.
"Don't worry, it's all part of the act. You'll be perfectly safe," he whispered back with a wink.
Katara struggled to hide her blush. "As long as I get that kiss I was promised."
The performer tied another knot to her ropes. "Hey, as long as you roll with it, maybe you'll get more than a kiss." he flashed her a flirtatious smile.
Katara rolled her eyes hard. "We'll see. But if you get too handsy with me, you're getting a kick in the balls."
"Fair enough." the performer finished off the last of the knots.
Katara struggled around a bit to test the effectiveness of the ropes, which proved to secure her quite tightly to the chair.
The stuntman stepped back and resumed his chivalrous persona. "Worry not, fair lady! I shall save you from this savage beast!"
Who said I need rescuing? Katara thought to herself. Her eyes then widened as the performer used his firebending to summon a projection of a large serpentine dragon.
"Away, foul creature! You shall do no more harm this day!" the performer conjured up a fiery leash to contain the dragon, earning him a round of cheers from his audience.
Gotta admit, he's good. Maybe he does have a trick or two up his sleeve, Katara mused.
The performer then directed the fiery dragon straight for Katara. Her eyes bulged as she quickly shirked away from the incoming illusion of fire. The performer then did a quick hand motion that made the dragon disappear into thin air.
There was a moment of pause, until the crowd erupted in applause yet again. Katara slowly opened her eyes to see the stuntman giving her a cocky grin. She arched her brow at him, despite her own grin forming on her lips.
Pretty impressive...and kind of hot. Katara's blush returned in full force as the intrusive thought entered her mind.
The performer gave a bow to the clapping audience as the curtains closed. He then stretched his arms as he sauntered over to Katara, who still remained tied up in the chair.
"Thank you, miss. You made a wonderful damsel tonight."
"Aw, thanks. You made for a pretty great dragon-slayer with that little fire show of yours," Katara replied.
He nonchalantly waved a hand. "You flatter me. And I supposed I make a pretty decent captor too."
Katara squirmed around a bit in her ropes. "That you do. But you do know I wasn't joking about that kick to the balls, right?"
The performer raised a cunning brow. "I had a feeling you weren't. But I don't think you'll be able to hurt me all trussed up like that."
Katara challenged him with a frown. "Oh, you'd be surprised what I can do, even with my hands tied behind my back."
"...I don't think you'll be doing much. Especially since we need you as bait to draw out the Avatar."
Katara's eyes were wide as the moon itself. "W-What?! You-!" she was cut off when a pair of Fire Nation soldiers stepped forward and gripped both her shoulders. She sighed heavily as she hung her head in realization. "...You lured me into a trap to get to Aang, didn't you?"
"You catch on quickly!" the performer complimented. "Why else do you think I singled you out in the crowd? You matched the description of one of the Airbender's companions."
"And here I thought you were lured in by my natural charm," Katara crassly remarked.
"Look who's talking."
She blushed again as she avoided his gaze.
"As we speak, Prince Zuko and his men are scouring the area for the Avatar. Once he sees we have you in our custody, he'll surrender to us without fuss."
"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" Katara gritted her teeth as she struggled against her ropes. "I swear, when I get out of here, your ass is toast!"
"My, my, quite the feisty one." the performer/spy then pulled out a red cloth and tied it over Katara's mouth.
"Wh-mmph!!" Katara shook her head to get the gag off, but it was knotted tight.
"I wouldn't waste my energy if I were you, miss. You'll be needing it for the next part of the show."
The spy nodded to the pair of soldiers, who lifted up the chair Katara was bound in and began carrying her away. Katara moaned and shouted behind her gag as she was taken away, thrashing in her bonds all the while.
I swear, as soon as I get free...

But soon never came. Katara still remained tied up in the performer's private studio, which was adorned with bright red and orange decorations and props that clashed with her blue attire. Katara groaned behind her gagged lips as she bucked around in her ropes, despite knowing how pointless it was. The spy then entered the studio with an arrogant smile, which Katara narrowed her eyes at.
"Still tied up, I see?" the illusionist lifted the gag off her lips.
"Yeah! Still tied up, you son of a bitch!!" Katara snapped back.
"Hmm. Well, in any case, we still haven't had much luck finding your Avatar friend."
A slight wave of relief coursed through Katara, though she maintained her air of defiance. "Well, isn't that a shame. Guess you might need to keep me here as bait for a while longer."
The spy tilted his head. "Was that sarcasm, or are you actually starting to enjoy your little damsel-in-distress role?"
Katara growled. "Don't push your luck. The only thing I'm enjoying about all this is waiting for my chance to break your balls like you deserve!"
The spy scoffed. "Well, you might not be enjoying this..."
Katara clenched her teeth at his longing stare. "Keep it up, and I swear I'll bend these ropes into a ball and shove them right up where the sun doesn't shine. Right after my foot finds its way to your nuts."
"Hmph. Hours later, and you still haven't lost your edge."
Katara struggled vigorously against her bindings. "You can bet on it, you perverted creep."
The spy smirked as he cupped her chin. "There's something alluring about that fire in your blue eyes. Maybe there was another reason I picked you as my assistant after all..."
Katara struggled harder as she pulled herself away from him. "Do you even hear yourself? You must be more messed up than I thought you were."
"Hey, you wanted to take part in the show, princess."
"Don't call me that."
"Why not? It suits you."
Katara groaned. "You're a perv."
The spy grinned. "If it helps, it's nothing personal. This is just 'til Prince Zuko captures the Avatar. I'm just enjoying this while it lasts."
"And what part of my situation are you enjoying??"
"I guess I have a thing for angry damsels. It's the best part of my acts."
Katara growled furiously. "You have got to be kidding me..."
"For a Water Tribe girl, you sure got a heated attitude," the spy quipped.
"You don't even know the half of it, jackass." Katara struggled even harder against the ropes, her arms itching to throttle her smug captor.
"Heh. Too bad you won't get to show me what you got. Once we have the Avatar in custody, you'll both be on your way to the Fire Nation to face punishment for your crimes."
Katara balked. "And what exactly are these 'crimes'? You don't know half of what we've been through!"
"Let's see; escaping capture, interfering with Prince Zuko's duties, conspiring with enemies of the Fire Lord..." the spy counted off his fingers. "I could go on."
"So we'll be punished for standing by our principles and doing what's right? That doesn't sound very fair."
"Hey, if anything, we're the ones in the right here," the spy argued. "You know the Avatar is a fugitive, don't you? And helping him evade justice makes you just as guilty."
Katara ceased her struggling. She shook her head as she straightened her posture to look right at him. "It doesn't matter. I don't regret a single decision I've made. You can't force me to turn my back on people who need my help, no matter what the consequences are."
The spy folded his arms. "You seem pretty sure of your answer. Maybe you can tell the judges that once you're put on trial right alongside the Avatar and that other dimwit in your group."
Katara resumed her futile struggling. "Yeah, well, we'll see how much you're gloating once the Avatar knocks some sense into you." she narrowed her eyes. "That's if I don't get to you first."
"Don't bet on that." the spy re-gagged her lips with the red cloth.
"Whaa-mpf, mmghh!!"
"You still have a show to perform, little princess. Once the Avatar comes running to save the helpless damsel, he'll be in for quite a nasty surprise."
Katara thrashed against her ropes as she glared daggers at her captor's demeaning comments, all the while muttering curses behind her gag.
"Heh. You know, you look so good wrapped up like this..." the spy admired his handiwork. "Anyone ever tell you that red suits you way better than blue?"
"Mmghh, mmfmmgh! Mmgh!!" Katara squirmed in her ropes with murderous intent in her eyes.
The spy patted her head in his way out of the studio. "Sit tight, princess. The Avatar has to show himself eventually. And we wouldn't want him to miss the show, now would we?" he blew her a kiss before leaving her alone again.
Katara growled indignantly as she writhed and wriggled to loosen the knots of her ropes, which only left her exhausted and in a worse mood than before. She kept glaring at the spot where her smarmy captor was just moments ago, as her mind was filled with all sorts of fantasies for revenge.
This is what I get for judging a guy by his looks and not his character, Katara huffed frustratedly through her nostrils. Be careful, Aang...