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Forced Family	By : QuaqueNocte Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 35440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She watched the entire city crumble.
Something went wrong. Terribly wrong.
She didn’t understand where things went wrong.
All she knew was that her friends were taken away and her father was practically holding her hostage.
She spent her days locked away in a bedroom in their estate. It was a fairly big room but she still felt cramped. Everyday, her father came into the room to argue and plead with her. He desperately wanted her to join him and take Amon’s side. She must have inherited his stubbornness because she didn’t budge. Their encounters always ended in her crying and her father storming out.
He was growing more frustrated by the day, she could tell. She knew he was trying to hide her from Amon. Before, he didn’t seem like he cared that much about her. He even fought her. Tried to harm her. Now he was worried? It didn’t matter now. He couldn’t hide her from Amon forever.
She’d only been locked away for a few days but her father was already desperate. On the third day, he brought her lavished gifts. None of them interested her enough to betray her friends. The promises of being protected from the Equalists fell on deaf ears.
“I don’t know how I came to raise such a stubborn child!” He seethed. “I’m offering you protection, security, a future and you reject it all for some lousy benders!”
Asami sat on the bed with her arms crossed. The look on her face didn’t even show half her angry. “I can’t believe you. Look at what you’re doing! What right do you have to do this to people? Do you know how many lives you’ve ruined?”
“And what about the benders that go around terrorizing people with their elements? What about the benders that take advantage of us non-benders? What about the benders that murdered your mother?”
“Mom wouldn’t have wanted this..” Asami whispered as a tear fell down her cheek.
“You wouldn’t know. You were just a child when she was taken from us! How could you possibly know what she wanted?”
“Because mom was the kindest woman I ever knew! She wouldn’t want this type of chaos in the city!” She stood up, hands balled up in a fist in pure anger.
“You know nothing about that woman except what she wanted you to see. I knew that woman like the back of my hand. I spent everyday learning everything I could about her. Her likes, dislikes, favorite food, smells, her dreams…” Hiroshi sighed before the anger returned ten folds. “I loved that woman to death! I’m making sure this doesn’t happen to anyone else.”
“This isn’t the way to do it! You can’t possibly convince me that my mother would want this city torn into war so bitter people can take away bending! Just because you don’t have it, doesn’t mean you have any right to take away from someone else. There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me join you. Mom would be so disappointed in you and you know it!”
Hiroshi took a step towards her before the door knob started turning.
There was a gasp as it opened and Amon appeared in the doorway. He stepped into the room and three other Equalists followed inside, one of which was the Lieutenant.
“Hiroshi. It seems you have a guest.” Amon’s smooth voice carried throughout the previously silent room.
“Forgive me, Amon. I’ve tried my best to make her see reason.” The older man began.
“She needs to be brought to justice just like the benders. She’s been nothing but a menace during this whole revolution.” The Lieutenant said, pointing an accusing finger at the former heiress.
“Indeed she does. The Avatar has brainwashed her. She needs cleansing.” Amon’s chilling voice sent goose bumps up Asami’s arms. She never really thought about what Amon would do to her, mainly because she always assumed she’d never have to meet him face-to-face like this but as he approached her, she could feel the fear rise within her. For a second, she considered her father’s offer but the thought of Korra, Mako, Bolin, Tenzin, Chief Lin, everyone made her instantly regret even thinking about it.
She should have moved but she found herself frozen until Amon jabbed a few of her pressure point and she fell slumping into his arms. She opened her mouth to say something, or at least make a cry of protest but nothing came out. He hoisted her over his shoulder and turned towards Hiroshi.
“What are you going to do with her?” Her father asked. Despite everything he did to her, she could still hear the worry laced in his voice. She could at least pretend he still cared about her.
“She will serve the cause, whether she wants to or not.” There was something ominous about his words. She couldn’t shake the terrible feeling growing in her gut.
“Perhaps she could just-”
Hiroshi wasn’t able to finish his sentence. The look Amon gave him kept him quiet. His eyes were menacing, especially behind his mask. It was hard to tell what emotion played on his face but all he needed were his eyes to convey his feelings.
She watched with defenseless eyes as she was taken from her home and loaded in the back of a truck like a piece of luggage. There was a brief conversation between Amon and his Equalists before they fully closed the doors.
“He wants to know if you wish for the Avat- er, Korra, to be transported as well.” One of the female Equalists said.
“Not right now. She’s not ready. Let her wallow in her misery for a bit longer. I’ll have my hands tied with Hiroshi’s daughter for now.”
“Yes sir. I also have a report on the air acolytes.”
The doors shut before she was able to hear the rest of the conversation. She only hoped, at the very least, the air benders escaped Amon’s fury before he could take their bending away.
The uneasiness grew the longer she rode in the back of the truck. She was clueless about his plans with her and her friends. She knew Korra was captured. What about Mako and Bolin? She didn’t know what was worse, not knowing her own fate or the fate of her loved ones.
Dread replaced the uneasiness when the truck suddenly stopped. She heard the doors open and slam along with murmurs making their way around the truck. The double doors flew open. She expected to see the whole team of Equalists but instead it was only Amon.
“Get out.” He commanded. She glared at him. He glared back. “Your life is in my hands. Don’t anger me.”
The threat was enough to hoist herself onto her hands. She didn’t even realize her ability to move had came back so soon. She steadied herself on her feet and hopped out of the truck. Her attention was turned to the house they were in front of. A beautiful white stone made up the house, almost like the stone used in some parts of the Sato estate, she noticed. The pathway towards the wooden front door was a dark marble. On the left of the house was a garden. It was colorful, full of various flowers, vegetables, and what looked to be herbs. The windows on the house reminded her of the Earth Kingdom, wooden shutters that opened outwards from the inside.
She must have been gawking too long, for he gave her a rough push and almost sent her off-balance.
“Inside.” He instructed. She hated how he was so calm about taking her captive. What man could sleep at night knowing he was making innocent people suffer?
Inside the house was as decorative as she thought it’d be. The front of the house was open-concept. From the left was the kitchen area conjoined with the dining area. The counters were a gorgeous dark wood. The stove and icebox matched, a light brown color. In the dining room was a large, wooden table with matching chairs that had a solid back to them. The dining room flowed into the living area, which had a large, deep red couch with a matching loveseat to the left of it and two matching chairs on the right with a wooden swirl design along the outside arms. Across the red couch was a coffee table and beyond that was a fire place. Beyond the open concept was a large archway that lead to a hallway. Windows separated the many doors she could stretching down the hallway. How many bedrooms did the house have? Did other people live here?
The décor of the house was simple yet elegant. Small paintings and portraits decorated the walls. Vases garnished the coffee and dining table while two statues on each side embellished the archway separating the hallway from the living area. It wasn’t in bad taste, surprisingly.
She heard the sound of the door shutting followed by a click drew her attention back to the man who forced her into the situation.
“Allow me to make one thing clear.” He began as he approached her. Her body showed no fear but he knew it was there deep down. He was determined to draw it out. “You do whatever I say with no question. Your only purpose in life now is serving me.” His body practically pressed against hers. His powerful eyes stared into her green ones. She stood her ground.
“You’re a terrible person and I’m not going to stay here to be your little maid.” She winced when he brought his hand along her shoulder and trailed it down her forearm. He was no longer looking into her eyes, but instead at her body.
“A shame that you think you have a choice.” He said in a lower voice.
She didn’t have time to register anything when he lifted his hand and backhanded her. She fell to the floor on her side while caressing her cheek. Tears began to well up in her eyes that stared at the male in disbelief.
“You..hit me!”
“Daddy’s little girl isn’t used to being put in her place?” He said in a mocking tone. His hand reached out to grab her shirt and yank her towards him so they were face to face. “I don’t tolerate disrespect. You keep me happy and satisfied and life will be easier for you. Whether you want to or not makes no difference to me. In the end, you will listen to my every word.”
The fear began to glisten in her eyes. She was so lost on how to escape the situation. She didn’t want to risk being blood bent. How could she fight him? He threw her into a dark metal table behind the couch. Her backside slammed into it. The pain was aching and irritating to her as she dropped down to her butt. The phone stationed on the table fell onto her head, causing her to groan.
He walked over to the couch and proceeded to sit down while propping his feet on the coffee table. He slumped slightly with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. “Make yourself useful and cook something.”
She took a moment to choke back her tears. Shaking hands steadied herself to get back on her feet. She took one last look at the man resting on the couch before limping over to the kitchen. She could at least play along for now, until she figured out a way to escape. Maybe she could call her father…
No, she couldn’t trust him. He let her get taken away by this monster. She wiped the few straying tears from her cheek before she opened the icebox. It was well stocked with vegetables, fruits, and meats, although she wasn’t sure what animals the meats came from. Cooking wasn’t exactly her strong point and she feared Amon would severely hurt her if things weren’t good enough. With shaking hands, she pulled out some random vegetables and a bag of meat. It looked like it was some kind of poultry, perhaps arctic hen.
She had a hard time with the pots and pans. They clanked and fumbled around in the cabinet that held them while she was trying to pry a large pan from it. She quickly looked over at Amon, fearing he’d be angry from the noise. He was still sitting on the couch with his head laid back. She figured his eyes were closed to rest. Perhaps he was even asleep.
She had no idea what she was doing. She cut up the food awkwardly, threw it in the heated pan and pushed everything around. She wasn’t sure how long to cook it. If she under-cooked things, perhaps he’d get sick…
She served the food on a large plate. She decided against under-cooking the food, knowing he’d be smart enough to figure out the meat wasn’t done. She sat across from him as he ate, surprised that he took his mask off in front of her. It was like Korra said, full of scars but she noticed they looked more like make-up than actual scars. Korra was right. They were fake.
“Why do you do this?” She whispered.
He didn’t respond to her question, only finishing his plate and pushing it towards her. “Clean up the kitchen. When you’re finished, I want you in my bedroom. You can figure out which one it is.”
She sighed before standing up. She first attempted to find a way out of the house but she knew from the start it’d be futile. He was too smart to leave her by herself with a way of escaping but she still tried. The windows didn’t open without a key and neither did the door. She thought about checking the other rooms, though the uncertainty of other residents being in the house made her choose otherwise. She’d really have to play along for now.
Cleaning the kitchen took less time than she hoped, even when she dried and put up the dishes. She was wrecked with nerves about going into his room. The man was unpredictable and cruel. People in the city saw him as a hero but she knew what he was really like.
And she barely knew him.
Eventually, she dragged herself to the room at the end of the hall. There were so many doors on either side of her but she figured his room was the one with the largest door. She knocked on the sturdy door a couple times, hoping he wouldn’t respond but he did. She took a deep breath and opened it.
She had to admit, it was a lavish bedroom. The bed was overly large with a soft, almost velvet-like blanket flowing over it. The paintings and furniture that hung in his room looked antique but well-taken care of. He even had a personal library and a door which she assumed lead to his bathroom. He was sitting on the couch at the foot of the bed while reading a book. His eyes only briefly looked at her before turning his attention back to the book.
“Close the door.” He ordered.
She obeyed, though out of defiance, closed it louder than he would have liked. He didn’t let it bother him. For now. He almost chuckled when he noticed she was studying her new environment. After setting the book down, he stood up.
“My father’s not going to allow you to keep me here like a slave.”
That was wrong.
Her body burned and ached as she lost control over it. She couldn’t move on her own accord and found herself suddenly falling to her knees while she screamed in pain. She could feel him walking towards her despite the blurriness in her vision from the tears.
“Funny, I don’t remember asking his permission. There is something you must know.” He stopped in front of her and grabbed her chin to force her to look at him. “I own everyone in this city. Not even a wealthy man like your father could stop me from doing what I want. Not even the Avatar could stop me. You are at my mercy and I suggest you do what I ask and show me some respect. Life is much easier when you learn to bow down.”
Tears streamed down her face followed by a surprised cry when he released his hold on her blood. He stepped back and watched her fall forward on her hands. She was gasping for air. Amusing. Once her breathing was steadied, he ordered her to stand. Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet. Every inch of her body burned with pain along with the throbbing pain on her back from his previous abuse. The tears streamed down harder when he began to unbutton her jacket.
“Please.” She whispered.
Her pleas were ignored. He slid her jacket off while his hand slid underneath her skirt to grab her backside. “If you behave, I’ll let you enjoy it.”
Her body shook with fear and dread as her clothes were shed and she was roughly thrown onto his bed. She didn’t haven’t time to move away from him before he crawled on top of her. With his mask removed, he was able to plant kisses along his neck and jaw line. The entire ordeal made her sick to her stomach. The way he touched her was wrong and no amount of begging would stop him, not that she was going to. She knew it was useless.
Her body responded entirely wrong. She knew he was using blood bending to do it; She could feel the tug within her as her womanhood swelled with arousal. The moment he entered her was the moment her heart shattered. He wasn’t particularly rough with her but it was still agonizing to her. His poundings forced something to stir within her that she didn’t like.
“You should have listened to your father instead of betraying him.” He said to her while his eyes roamed over her body. She had her head turned, unable to look at the man between her legs. She tried her best to ignore any sensation he brought to her womanhood. “I wonder what that fire boy would think of you now. You’re a plaything for me now.”
His hips stopped briefly while he grabbed her chin and forced their eyes to meet. Her eyes were red and puffy but no tears were streaming from them. Perhaps she was all cried out. “Do you think he’d want you after this? That is, if he wouldn’t leave you for the Avatar first chance he got.” He chuckled.
His movement started again but it was rougher and faster. She started sobbing again. She didn’t know what she hated more, his words or the pleasure he forced her body to feel.
She was the first to reach her peak. It only made her cry harder. Her blurry eyes could see the smirk on his face. It infuriated her. His hips slowed down as she felt something flood inside of her. At least it was over with.
For now.
He lingered inside her for a while, just simply looking at her before he removed himself from her. He said nothing as he stood up and adjusted himself back into his pants. Asami sat up and brought her knees to her chest in order to hug herself. There was a blank expression on her face as she tried to register what just happened to her.
“Daddy’s little girl still has some uses.” He mumbled while putting his mask back on. “You can choose any of the bedrooms as yours. You’re not to come out of your room unless instructed. Is that understood?”
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She looked completely miserable. Her make-up was a mess, her face was wet with tears, and her eyes lost all of their luster. Instead, she gave a slight nod before he left her in her desolation.
She didn’t know how long she sat in the bed staring at nothing but she eventually pulled her aching body from the bed to gather he clothes. The tears had stopped long ago but the pain didn’t. She kept wondering if her father knew this would happen. Would he really allow Amon to abuse her like this? Did he stop caring? She limped out of his room and immediately felt lost. It was too many doors. The sun was still high given the amount of sunlight coming into the windows. Her violation felt like it lasted much longer than she originally thought.
In the end, she picked the closest door on the right. The room was smaller than Amon’s but it had the essentials: A double bed, nightstands, lamps, an armoire, and a chair in the corner for sitting. There was a door across the room some feet away from the bed. She assumed it was the bathroom. She remained in her room curled up in a ball on the bed, too scared to wander the house in fear of running across him or anyone like him. He came into the room later that day when the went down to bring her food but didn’t bother her, thankfully.
The rest of the days in the house were ghastly. He’d come into her room once or twice a day to have his way with her before leaving her food. Sometimes she’d panic and fought back which only resulted in him hitting her or using his blood bending to hold her still. Sometimes it’d be both. He’d whisper painful words in her ears, mostly about her father and boyfriend, or rather former boyfriend, no longer loving and wanting her. The worst of it was him forcing her body to respond to his touch. She never forgave herself for it.
She didn’t venture out of her new room aside from using the adjoining bathroom. Sometimes she’d hear yelling and crying coming from another room. She quickly realized he was keeping someone else here. Was it just one other person or did he keep a bunch of women here for his own pleasure? It was another painful part of her day, knowing someone else was suffering like she was.
After a week of being held captive, he started visiting her bedroom less. He also gave her small tasks to do which included sewing or fixing some mechanical device. She complied and he didn’t hit her. He must have been satisfied with her cooperation since one day he allowed her to leave the room. Blindfolded.
She was sat down on a couch. She could feel someone sitting next to her. Was it the same girl she heard before? The answer was worse than she thought it’d be. He ripped her blindfold off. Her eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light but her first instinct to see who was next to her.
“Korra..?” She whispered.
Korra’s blue eyes met hers before looking away in shame. She had bruises on her arms and cheek. Her eye looked like it was healing from a previous bruise. There were red marks on her neck which she concluded came from someone’s fingers. Amon’s fingers to be specific. Asami’s eyes went back to the masked man.
Amon walked over to the fireplace that faced the couch the two women were sitting on. He had his hands behind his back and a stance that made it seem like he was going to give military instructions. “You two are here for one thing and one thing only: To serve me. I will not tolerate any disrespect and disobedience. Don’t think for a second that I won’t hesitant to dump your lifeless bodies in the waters.”
He took a moment to turn towards them. Korra was hugging herself and struggling to maintain eye contact with him. Asami’s face was filled with rage though she kept it under control. His eyes met hers and narrowed. The rage once struck on her face slowly subsided.
“You do what I say and your life will be easier. Simple, isn’t it? I can be a merciful and kind man if you just do what I ask you. You will do what I ask, won’t you?” The last part sounded more like a statement than a question.
There was a slight hesitation from them. Korra was the first to respond with a nod. Asami looked away after seeing his eyes reach hers.
“Well?” He asked.
She gave a small nod as well. “Yes.” It was barely above a whisper but acceptable to him.
“Excellent.” He strolled towards the door. “I expect dinner and a clean house when I return. There are cleaning supplies in the study.”
When he finally left, Korra broke down and began to sob into her hands. Asami immediately wrapped her arms around the younger female and held her.
“It’s going to be okay. We’ll get through this. I promise.” Asami whispered. She was careful not to disturb the injuries on Korra while stroking her arm.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Korra sobbed.
“Please, don’t put that burden on yourself. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault but his.” Tears were starting to stream down Asami’s face now. The situation kept getting worse, it seemed. “It’s not your fault. Korra, please listen to me.”
Korra pulled herself from Asami to look at her. Her blue eyes looked so sad. It made Asami’s heart ache.
“I need you to stay strong. We’ll get out of here and figure out how to defeat Amon. He’ll answer for everything he’s done to us but you need to stay strong. For everyone, including me. I need you now more than ever. If you can stay strong and be Korra, you’ll help me out tremendously.”
Korra sniffled and wiped her tears away while nodding. Asami smiled. She hated having her friend dragged into this mess but being around her might make things much more bearable.
“We better start cleaning.”
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