“Good morning, Kyoshi warriors!” Suki sung as she opened the sliding wood door to the Kyoshi Warrior Dojo, walking into the large room with several dozen armor-clad girls standing at attention. “I hope you all had a good sleep last night, because today is sparring day!” She said with a grin on her face as a mixture of cheers of excitement and groans of misery arose from the girls. They were all still recovering from the bruises Suki had given them last week, although some more than others. “I don’t wanna hear it Kyoshis! Now move it!” She ordered. The girls obediently formed a large circle in the center of the room, with Suki standing in the middle.
“Alright girls, who’s first?” She challenged, as none of the girls dared to step into the circle.

As if to answer her question, the door slid open once more, as a figure stepped into the room carrying a large pile of logs stacked up over their head. The warrior women smiled at each other and silently slid to the side as the stumbling figure unawarely stepped into the sparring circle.
Suki smiled as well as she saw the approaching figure.
“Well girls, looks like we have the first challenger of the day!” she yelled. The figure jumped in shock, his wood falling to the floor with a crash.

“You know, Suki, a simple ‘Good morning, Sokka’ would do just fine!” Sokka complained as he started picking up his wood once more. Suki did not respond, only crossed her arms and smirked at her boyfriend. “I mean, seriously! You are so ridiculous sometimes! It’s so-”

“Sokka.” Suki interrupted as she took a fighting stance. “You’re in my circle.” Sokka stopped his rant and looked around at the horde of warrior women surrounding him.



“Crap.” He muttered as Suki launched forward towards him. Sokka was able to lift his arms up just in time to block a punch aimed straight between his eyes. In a blur of motion he sidestepped as one of Suki’s boots launched straight into the air where his stomach was just a moment ago. Now moving to offense, Sokka launched a kick at Suki’s ribs, but it was batted down with a swing of her arm. Suki took this chance and gave Sokka a quick jab into his exposed stomach, but he was unphased. As fast as lightning, Sokka dropped to the floor and swept Suki’s legs out from under her, causing her to crash painfully to the ground. However, she was far from finished, and she leapt back onto her feet almost instantaneously.

The Kyoshi girls watched in awe as the two continued to exchange blows for nearly ten minutes, neither seeming to tire or quit. Finally, their fight was ended when Suki got an elbow inbetween Sokka’s ribs, knocking the wind out of him. He bent over in shock as she drove her knee into his chin, knocking him flat onto his back. The Kyoshi warriors cheered their captain and simultaneously mocked Sokka as he slowly stood up. “Looks like I win again, Sokka!” Suki bragged, “Even a year after the world has been freed from the Fire Lord, you still can’t beat a girl in a fight. How does that feel Sokka?” She continued to gloat.

“You know what, I don’t care, Suki!” Sokka lied, quite obviously in his harsh tone, “That…that was a cheap shot anyway and you know it!” He steamed.

“Mmhm,” Suki sneered, “You’re always making excuses like that.” She sighed, “You know what this reminds me of?” She continued to boast “The very first day we met, I believe I beat you just as badly! In fact, I’m pretty sure I knocked you out cold. So you have actually improved over a year of training! You have a much higher tolerance for pain!” This sent a wave of giggles and laughter throughout the room as Sokka’s face burned red with anger and embarrassment. He knew what she was going to tell them next.

“And you know what happened while he was unconscious?”  She paused for a second and looked around the room. Several of the warrior girls had already heard the story a thousand times before and were giggling to themselves, but there were a large number of girls who were relatively new recruits and were totally clueless. They still hadn’t heard the story of how Suki and Sokka met! “Do you girls wanna know?” She snickered. The room was dead silent as the girls froze in anticipation.

“Suki! Don’t sa-” “WE DRESSED HIM UP LIKE A GIRL!!!” She shouted as loud as she could. The room exploded with laughter as Sokka pulled his hands over his face in shame. “AND!” She shouted again, “WE EVEN DRESSED HIM IN THE TRADITIONAL KYOSHI STYLE THONG UNDERWEAR!” The girls detonated into another blast of deafening laughter. Sokka could take no more of this, he stormed out of the building, his ears red, with a roar of hilarity following him out the door.

“THAT STUPID STUPID GIRL!” He shouted as he stormed down the dirt street, getting several looks from his passers by, “Sometimes Suki is just so unbearable! Does she really have to tell that story every time she beats me in a fight?!” He sighed with an audible grunt as he leaned against the side of a small wood building. He sat there and fumed for several minutes before a very familiar voice came from the doorway behind him.

“Sounds like someone’s been blowing off some steam,” The voice said in its constantly flat tone. “You know, there are ways of dealing with that.” She said as she stepped down from the doorway and leaned against the wall next to Sokka.

“Oh, hey Mai…” Sokka mumbled as he kicked a rock and watched it skid across the street. He remembered how Mai and Ty-Lee had first come to the Kyoshi village, saying that they no longer worked with the Fire Nation. At first they were treated skeptically by the villagers, but their trust was quickly earned when Suki and Sokka told the stories about how they had been saved at Boiling Rock. They were even made honorary Kyoshi Warriors!

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked in her casual voice, “Let me guess, Suki told everyone the story of how they dressed you up like a girl to all the girls for the hundredth time?”

“Yep…again.” Sokka moped.
“Have you ever thought of getting back at her for what she does?” Mai asked.

“Well, what do you mean? Of course I don’t! I love Suki!” He replied.
“Sokka, you can’t be so soft on her” Mai began, “I’m sure Suki loves you too, but does that stop her from being such a braggart? No…Not even a little bit.” Now Mai was standing in front of Sokka looking him in the eye. “If you don’t fight back with something just as bad, or worse, then she’s just going to keep on humiliating you. Give her something to fear so that she never does it again. And then do it to her anyway even when you get your way, just to show her who’s boss.”

What slightly resembled a smile crawled back onto Sokka’s face as he let his imagination free, but it quickly died. “But Mai, I don’t have any dirt on Suki! And nothing nearly as bad as what she has on me! What can I possibly use as leverage against the captain of the Kyoshi Warriors?!” He said hopelessly.

Mai put her hand to her chin for a moment and was obviously thinking. “Alright, yes, that will work just fine.” She smirked as she grabbed Sokka’s arm and pulled him into the house where she and Ty-Lee had been staying. “I want to show you something Sokka. It’s something that I do to Ty-Lee every once in a while to keep her in check. I highly suggest it for Suki.” She explained as they both strolled through the living room and into a dark room on the far side of the house.

“What are you talking abou-” He was suddenly cut off as Mai drew the closed curtains apart, allowing light to flood into the room, revealing a figure in the middle of the room that nearly made Sokka fall backwards in shock. In the center of the room was Ty-Lee, only…not as Sokka expected her. She seemed perfectly healthy and was fully clothed, but there was just one thing out of the ordinary: She was bound and gagged almost like a little package squirming in the middle of the room. Her wrists, elbows, and forearms had all been tied tightly together with an uncanny amount of rope, and were tied off in thick complicated knots, which would probably need to be cut to free her. Both of her arms made complete contact behind her back with nearly no problem whatsoever, quite an impressive feat. Of course this was also a bit awkward for her, as it forced her chest to thrust outward, as if purposely displaying her chest for passers-by. Sprouting from the wads of thick knots tying her elbows were countless long strands of rope that wound around above and below Ty-Lee’s breasts. These added a bit of size to them as well as trapping her arms against the small of her back and keeping them tied in a tight shibari harness.

Her legs were tied in a very unique way, and in a way Sokka figured very few women could handle as well as Ty-Lee seemed to. One leg was up on tip-toe, beginning to tremble from exhaustion from who knows how long of being tied so. A small belt of rope wrapped around her ankle and connected to the floor, preventing her from sliding her foot or lifting her weight off of it. Her other leg was at almost at a 180 degree angle behind her, almost as it she was doing a split in mid-air, causing her to constantly lean forward. Her toes pointing straight at the ceiling and a similar belt of ropes was attaching her legs to the ceiling, preventing her from putting the leg down. Sokka had to admit, Ty-Lee was more than vulnerable in her position. He took a closer look and examined more of her predicament.

There was a wide sheet of thick purple cloth tightly covering her eyes, making it impossible for her to see anything in the already pitch dark room. There was a large dark-purple ball-gag jammed into her mouth, muting all sounds she tried to make to mere gurgles and grunts. She was still unaware of her visitors, Sokka could tell, as she continued to make low moaning and mmphing noises, which Sokka saw she had been doing for a while, as a small amount of drool was forming around the purple rubber ball. She continuously wiggled and tugged around in her binds, struggling futilely. But, she was already aware of its uselessness.

“As you can see here,” Mai said shockingly loudly, causing Ty-Lee to jump, or what she could manage of a jump, in surprise. “She is completely helpless and completely vulnerable.” She said as Ty-Lee began mmphing and thrashing about in anger, although the rage of her fighting was reduced to small wiggles and bounces by her tie.

“MMMN! HMMHMMNNN!!” She shouted, “LMM MN GMN RMPH NMMPH!!” She shook her head violently, trying to slide the blindfold off, but it was on far too tightly.

“You see, when she’s like this, Ty-Lee is completely under my control. Of course, this is an utterly humiliating position to be in.” She continued pacing around the raging young girl, “If anyone from the village saw her like this, it would probably scar her reputation for life. And it definitely shows which of the two of us calls the shots around here.” Mai said almost gloatingly as Ty-Lee continued to rant in garbled curses behind her.
“Up until now, you’ve let Suki call all of the shots. You’ve let her be the dominant one. Well, it’s time for you to rise up and put her in her place! That’s how the cycle goes!” She explained.

The two of them discussed the matter for several more minutes, ignoring the grumbling Ty-Lee. Mai even shared with Sokka some basic knot ties and techniques if he was interested.
“I do hope you get where I’m coming from, right?” Mai asked curiously to Sokka, who was drinking in the scene of Ty-Lee, so much that he completely ignored the question. She let Sokka take a look from up close and from all sides, and even let him peer down her pants and shirt, which were both cracked open in her bent over position, allowing him to see hints of bright sky-blue panties and bra. After shaking her head and waiting five or so minutes, Mai decided to ask him again. “You know what I’m suggesting, right?” She said as they walked back to the entry of the room.

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” Sokka smirked as they closed the curtains and walked out the the door again.

“Goodnight, Ty-Lee.” Mai almost sang through the crack in the door before she closed it. Sokka could hear Ty-Lee explode into another stream of mmphs as the wooden door slid shut.

“Wait, so how long are you gonna keep her like that?” Sokka asked, almost worriedly, “I mean, she looked like she was in a little bit of pain on that tip-toe.”

“Aw, don’t worry about her,” Mai said assuringly, “she’s only been tied up for a couple of hours now. Maybe two or three. Her record is twelve and a half hours in that position, but I’ll probably untie her after about six or so.” Sokka was not sure if this was supposed to comfort him or not, but he didn’t really care. He knew what he would be doing tonight.



Sokka waited until about eight that night to make his strike. He waited outside the back window to Suki’s house. He was dressed in all black and was armed with a pad of cloth and a small bottle of a sweet smelling liquid that made Sokka’s head spin just from the fumes released from having the cork out of the hole. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew that a deep breath of this would knock his girlfriend out cold for who knows how long.

Sokka peered into the window to check inside Suki’s room. He decided that he would wait for her to get to sleep, wait half an hour, then sneak in through the window, knock her out, and extract revenge. After waiting for about fifteen minutes, Suki came strolling into her room with a yawn. The paint had been scrubbed clean off of her face and her dark brown hair was hanging down to her shoulders. She had traded her armored robes for a long night-shirt, in a shade of dull green, perfectly matching her usual Kyoshi armor. With a stretch, Suki turned out the lights and went fast asleep.

Sokka carefully counted the minutes until he was positive that Suki was in a dead sleep. After thirty minutes, Sokka slowly raised his head and took one last peer into the window. Suki’s face was buried in her pillow and her arm hung limply over the bedside. She was definitely asleep. Sokka slowly and silently slid the window open and crawled through, careful not to disturb anything.

He stalked up to Suki’s bedside as she grumbled and turned over in her sleep. She seemed to be sleep-talking in between snores! “Th-… heh...then...w- we… we dressed ‘im...dressed 'im up like a girl…!” She mumbled to herself as she flipped over onto her back.

“Seriously? Is that the only thing she can remember about me from the years of our relationship?!” He muttered as he dumped a bit of the liquid onto his thick black cloth, careful not to inhale any of the fumes. He carefully loomed over Suki until the cloth was mere inches away from her. He paused for a moment, collected himself, and dove straight in. With a sudden thrust he shoved the cloth over Suki’s mouth, pressing it tightly against her nose, forcing her to deeply inhale the fumes. He leapt on the bed on top of her and pinned her down with his free arm and legs.

“MMMNN!!” She squealed in obvious utter terror as she tried to throw the figure off of her. Sokka smirked to himself as she continued to mmph and struggle, attempting to throw him off of her, but to no avail. She may be a better fighter, but he was still many times stronger than she was and completely outclassed her when it came down to sheer weight. After about thirty seconds her efforts slowed to a minimum as her arms flopped lazily in the air and her legs no longer squirmed underneath the covers. “Mmm..nmmm…smmmph.….mm…” she begged behind the thick cloth as her eyes fluttered shut and her hands fell to her sides. Sokka held the potent cloth to her nose and forced her to breathe the heavy fumes for another ten seconds or so even after she lost consciousness, just to be sure.

Without a word, but with a huge smile, Sokka hoisted the thin girl onto his shoulder and climbed back out the window he first came from. He tossed her onto the ground with a quiet thud and pulled a large black bag out from a thick bush. “First of all, let’s get you into something a little more…humiliating.” He said, grabbing them hem of her green night-shirt, “Something that will really drive it in that I’ve had enough.” He said as his grip tightened. With a quick tug and long pull, the shirt slid up Suki’s arms and off her body. Sokka’s jaw almost dropped as his eyes fell upon is girlfriend. He was always so used to seeing her in that thick armor; he had never realized how great of a body she had! After a moment of absorbing the scene, Sokka smirked at the perfect justice. She was dressed in the traditional Kyoshi underwear, designed to aid in mobility. Simply put, her underwear was skimpy. It was matched, colored a deep green just like her robes. Her bra was small and tight, hugging her surprisingly curvaceous body neatly. And in a fight, the girls couldn’t risk discomfort or problems while moving, and at that level of penetration, protection didn’t matter much at all for her underwear, so her green panties were closer in style to a thong. It separated into not much more than strings going around her smooth waist and rejoined into little more than two strips of cloth forming small triangles over the front and back. Sokka’s face burned red. He had no clue his girlfriend dressed this skimpily, all the time!

“Oh, man!” He said to himself with a grin as he opened his gray bag, “This could NOT be more perfect! Vengeance is finally mine!” He said as he pulled countless thick coils of white rope from the bag and began wrapping it tightly around her wrists. With Suki on her stomach and her hands tied behind her, Sokka carefully grabbed her elbows and brought them as far together as possible, quickly tying several tight lengths around them to keep them inseparable. Sokka admired as tying the elbows together had the same effect on Suki as it did Ty-Lee. The only difference was, Suki had a bigger bust, which meant her thrusting position was twice as enticing. Taking a long rope, Sokka tied it around Suki, directly above her bust several times, and then mimicking the action on the bottom. Then, he snaked the rope inbetween Suki’s breasts in an X shape. Once everything was tied down and knotted as tightly as possible, it left Suki’s arms trapped together pressed tightly against her back, and her breasts were on display for all to see. Sokka giggled to himself as his evil plan continued to unfold. He already knew what he was going to do with her! But first, he had to finish tying her.

Sokka pulled both of Suki’s legs so that they were folded closed, her ankles resting just below her rear. With the bright white rope, Sokka looped around Suki’s individual ankles and thighs, pulling them mercilessly tight as she was forced into a rigid frogtie. With a bit of extra rope, Sokka connected Suki’s two ankles to her wrist ropes, making it impossible for her to retract her legs from their uncomfortable position. Finally, with a thin belt of rope, Sokka wrapped the rope around Suki’s waist, then looped it around and slid it tightly between her legs in a crotchrope. Sokka attached the anchoring to her wrist knots, so that way, the more she pulled her arms, the tighter the rope became. He laughed to himself as he admired the view on Suki’s thinly dressed body and hoisted her onto his shoulder once more. He quietly strolled through the village with his captive, taking all the dark paths so that nobody would see them, after a few minutes they arrived at the center of the town and Sokka’s goal: the flagpole.

He slowly let the tightly bound Suki down from his shoulder and onto the ground. She now began to slowly grumble and groan as the drug started to ware off. Sokka realized what was happening while he was setting up the flagpole, preparing it for Suki, and rushed to grab something out of his bag. He didn’t have much time until she was going to be awake! About a minute passed by and Suki shook her head and blinked her eyes slowly and sleepily, trying to get the awkward fog out of her head leftover from the drug she had inhaled. “W-…wha-?” She stumbled over her words as her half-asleep eyes began examining her surroundings. “Wh-…what’s going on?!” She spoke aloud, fear obvious in her voice, as she wiggled around in her ropes as a shiver of cold ran down her spine. It was freezing out here without her clothes!

“Hey…!” She shouted, “SOMEBODY!!! HEEEL-” she was cut off without warning by a sudden weight dropping onto her back, knocking the air out of her. Her captor was straddling her, and Suki was furious. “YOU! YOU’RE THE SICK PERVERT WH-MNMNNMMMPH!!!” She was once again cut off in mid-rant, but this was a bit different. A huge green plastic ball, exactly matching the color of her underwear, had been stuffed into her mouth and pulled tightly between her teeth. Two leather straps had been buckled tightly behind her head, pulled so tight they indented Suki’s cheeks. Another two leather straps reached over her head and connected in the back as well, assuring the ball could not be pushed out. The straps on both were pulled as tight as possible, the huge ball forced Suki’s jaws as wide as possible as she thrashed in fury on the ground, but to no avail. Her ropes did not even become slightly loosened. She was helpless.

Sokka reached into his pack and pulled out a roll of duct tape, a thick black cloth, and a roll of medical bandaging, laying them all neatly out in front of Suki. “Mm-nnm! Mm-nnm!” She complained, shaking her head furiously, but it did not stop his wrath. He pulled off a long piece of tape, not bothering to break it into pieces, he stuck a part of it over Suki’s burning cheeks and wrapped around her entire head, still careful not to stick it to her hair. After several times around, her cries became more and more muffled as the gag became thicker and thicker. However, nothing could stop Sokka now, he was finally getting to let out some of his anger. Next he grabbed up the medical tape and pulled the padded cloth tightly over the tape-gag. He wrapped the roll around her head as she moaned behind it, her complaints becoming more and more muted with every layer of material packed over her mouth. Sokka finished the roll off, using the Velcro material to stick it tightly to itself. Then, he picked up the black cloth, the same he used to knock Suki out, and pulled it tightly over her entire gag in a wide thick sheet, finishing off her gag.

“MMMMNMM!!!!” Suki screamed behind the dozens of layers of materials gagging her. Of course, it was no louder than a whisper, and the ballgag prevented any forming of any coherent words behind the gag. Any and everything she said was garbled and then muted from the countless different sheets of tape, bandages, and cloth. Screaming was useless, and her body had been tied so tightly it was beginning to feel sore. Her arms were bound and pinned down behind her back, tied with her elbows making contact. It was a feat not many people are capable of, but pretty much no matter who you were, it would hurt. Not to mention it forced her to exhibit her breasts in a humiliating way. Her legs were tightly tied in a folded position and then individually hogtied to prevent any movement besides rolling on her stomach. And it did not help that she was in her skimpy Kyoshi-standard underwear. She had always considered it more like a thong than underwear, but if Avatar Kyoshi did it, so would she. Regardless of tradition, a thong was never comfortable when in combination with a tight crotchrope, much like what had been used on her. And it was a frightfully chilly night to boot, which meant her lack of clothes put goosebumps all over her skin. She shivered in fear, and some level of curiosity as she wondered what the man would do with her next. It looked she was about to find out as the man loomed over her.

“Well, well, well, what have we here? The great Suki of the Kyoshi Warriors, beaten and captured by a single enemy.” Sokka said, doing an excellent job of disguising his voice to sound much more raspy and intimidating. “I suppose you feel quite helpless right now.” He mused, placing his foot underneath her and flipping her over onto her back with a loud moan. It obviously wasn’t a comfortable position for her. “Do you know what I’m going to do next?” He said, planting his foot on top of her bare stomach as she grunted beneath the weight. Suki was silent for a moment because it finally hit her: what was he going to do? Was he going to kill her?!” She thrashed beneath him, shouting out as loud as she could as her eyes teared up uncontrollably. She knew nobody would hear her pleas. Not when she was so thoroughly gagged.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Sokka said in his disguised voice, “I’m not going to hurt anything but your pride. That’s how the cycle goes.” He smirked as he grabbed the hook from the large flagpole and clipped it onto Suki’s hogtie rope. He heard a shrill “hmmm?!” from Suki as he began slowly pulling the other end of the rope, hoisting the Kyoshi captain up into the air. He stopped about halfway up and tied the rope off. She was a good fifteen feet above the ground. “I’ll leave the flag at half mast,” Sokka said cleverly, “Since this is a sad day for Kyoshi Island.” He turned and walked away, leaving the heavily bound and gagged warrior, his girlfriend, suspended for all the town to see, stripped down to her underwear. The best part was, he couldn’t hear her shouting curses at him, but he was more than aware that she was. He knew her too well.


“Oh man, that was awesome!” He almost shouted to himself as he took his black mask off, well out of the range of Suki’s hearing. “That was the best time I’ve had since my days with Aang!” He said pumping his fists with adrenaline. “I’ve gotta go tell Mai how well this worked out!” He said as he sprinted off towards Mai and Ty-Lee’s house.

He arrived sprinting through the doorway since the light was already on inside. “Mai!!!” He called, looking down the hallway to the back of the house. She was more than likely reading in her room. He walked down to the very back of the hallway where two doors sat on opposite sides of each other, the one on the left clearly labeled “Ty-Lee’s” and the right labeled “Mai’s”. Of course, he turned the knob of the room on the right and expected to see the provider of the idea, Mai, but to his surprise, he saw the very opposite! Tai Lee was in Mai’s room, sitting at a table reading a book!

“Oh!” Sokka stammered, “I was kinda expecting to see Mai in here. You know, it’s HER room…” he spoke, trying to get the question of her whereabouts by without asking it.

“Oh, hey Sokka!” She greeted cheerfully, with absolutely no traces of a girl who had just gone through several hours of being tied up in her voice. “Hmm, I don’t know where she went. I think she said something about going on a walk and I haven’t seen her in a couple of hours. I just borrowed one of her books and have been waiting for her to get back!” She said with a grin and a shrug. “Come back in the morning! She’ll be freed up by then I’m sure!”

“Well, okay.” Sokka said, obvious disappointment in his voice. He had been wanting to show Mai his prize, but it would have to wait. He turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him. “But that’s weird!” He muttered to himself as he scratched his head, “Mai never struck me as the kind of girl who enjoyed moonlight strolls!” He shrugged, “Girls are just a mystery, I suppose.” He said as he walked back to the front door. He grabbed the doorknob to open the door, when at that very moment he heard a slight noise.

“mnnmmm….mm…” came from behind him and he froze and listened again. “mmm…nnnmmm…!” He turned around back towards the room he had not looked in yet: the room he had seen Ty-Lee in earlier that day.

“She didn’t…!” He said, almost laughing at the irony. He opened up the door and squinted into the room. It was too dark to see anything, but he could definitely hear something in there. He quietly stalked over to an oil lamp hung in the corner of the room. With the light of a match it began burning brightly and filled the entire room with a dull light. “She actually did!” He stammered as he stared ahead at the figure in front of him. A petite yet slightly muscular girl was bound and gagged in front of him in the middle of the room. It was Mai. She had been stripped of her clothes and was shivering in a pair of light purple panties with a matching bra. She was tied the exact same way a Ty-Lee had been, which must have been excruciating for a girl who is not of her athletic prowess. She had been blindfolded with the same dark cloth and the same ball-gag had been stuffed into her mouth and clipped in probably three pulls tighter than it should have been. Her arms and elbows were touching behind her back, displaying her well developed breasts, far moreso than Suki’s or Ty-Lee’s. And just like Ty-Lee earlier, she was standing on her tiptoes with one leg at 180 degree angle, toes pointed straight at the ceiling. Her leg was shaking in exhaustion; she had probably been standing there for an hour, or maybe even two!

“Mmm! Nnnmm!” She grunted, swiveling her head back and forth, trying to detect if anyone was there. Sokka drank in the scene with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. He had already decided, no matter how much she groaned, he wouldn’t release her. Maybe once her leg gave out, since she was far less flexible than Ty-Lee, but she would get what she had coming to her. After all, she said it herself: That’s how the cycle goes!