Azula's Favorite Insole

To say that Azula's victory over the avatar was complete, was honestly an understatement. The magical technique she had learned to shrink her foes had ended the battle Aang and his friends could do anything, and their tiny forms had been the perfect war gains for the sadistic princess. Not that she held that title for much longer, when her father refused to hand over the throne she had reduced him to the size of dust. She at least respected the former emperor enough to end his pitiful existence with a simple stomp, a mercy that her other tinies wouldn't be granted. The avatar, as much as she wanted to torment him, had to be kept alive to stop another from rising too soon. He was imprisoned deep in the palace and was fed and looked after fairly well, far better than any of his friends. She handed Zuko over to her loyal servants Ty Lee and Mai, she felt it was poetic that her disgrace brother not even be granted the honor of being her own slave. She doubted the two were as cruel as she was with her toys, but he was still subject to their most sadistic whims as a living stress reliever for the two overworked girls. Azula kept the rest to abuse for her own amusement, but only one remained after a few years had passed. The non-bender hadn't seemed worthy of even being her toy, she had crunched him slowly underfoot while giggling at how the others tried frantically to save him. The loudmouthed earthbender has lasted far longer, but her endless insults and resistance had finally run out Azula's patience. She had been slowly savored as a snack before slowly sliding down Azula's throat, never to be seen again. The only one left of the Avatar's party that still served under the Fire Empress was the prideful waterbender, who had tried to stubbornly keep a silent dignity over the course of the countless humiliations she was forced through, but eventually broke from the awful treatment her new owner subjected to her daily. Azula had acquired other shrunken slaves of course, criminals or citizens she had just fancied making slaves of, but the glassy-eyed girl she mostly kept on insole duty these days still seemed to please her in a way none of the others could manage to...

You know something bug, most would expect me to have tired of you years ago. I have already exhausted my imagination for torments to subject you too, and you mind has clearly long shattered with how you meekly lap at the ball of my foot without me even commanding it. But while I've already shrunken plenty of more lively toys to entertain me, I don't think I will ever dispose of you, as pathetic as you've grown. The memories of your smug face of old alone bring a grin to my face looking at your current pitiful appearance...