Cartoon Sex

m in prison, now. Noone loves me, not then, not now.
Not a single soul on this very earth would ever wish to love a monster.
“My own mother thought I was a monster.”
I am a monster, right, Mother?
Ursa’s image appeared inside her mind. That face that had bestowed her with so many burdens was there again.
I cannot touch you, Mother. You are just a trick of my mind.
A cruel one.
If you truly cared about me, then you would leave me be. You should have left along with the other eyes.
The figure then disintegrated.
No words, no nothing.
You do not care for me…
Do you?
“No, I love you, Azula.
“I do…”
Azula sighed depressingly. The internal torment between love and hate had taken much of her energy in her three years in prison. She sniffled quietly as she heard a guard pass her door. She knew he would not enter; she had already been given her last meal of the day. Not that she ate it, of course. She still feared poison. She still feared a lot of other things, too.
Death…
Men…
Domination…
All of those things, seemingly insignificant, had hurt her. She never wished to admit her pain, so she kept it to herself.
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