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Forced Family	By : QuaqueNocte Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 35444 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Bit of a boring chapter but it establishes something. Sorry for the wait.

“Okay, next add the onions.”
“When do I add the sea prunes?”
“After we add in the water. Then we boil it for half an hour and add in the rest of the herbs.”
“Right.”
Korra was carefully chopping the onions on a cutting board. Asami looked over the recipe in a newspaper sitting on the counter while occasionally stirring the vegetables cooking in a large pot. It had been a few weeks since they started their new living arrangement. Slowly but surely they adjusted despite their pain and treatment. Although, at times, heads butted. It was mostly Korra and Amon. Asami felt heaviness in her heart when she noticed the bruises that were starting to clear up on Korra suddenly becoming darker again and new ones appearing.
Korra got most of Amon’s attention, which included the bruises and forced bedding. Asami prayed on the nights Amon didn’t visit her that Korra’s rebellious nature wouldn’t get her seriously hurt. So far, it’s only been bruises.
The first week of living with Amon consisted of them trying to find any weaknesses to exploit in his security but they found he took extra measures to ensure they couldn’t leave. The door was locked and unwilling to budge. None of the windows in any of the rooms would open or even shatter. No keys were left behind. Picking the locks didn’t work. After the first week, they stopped trying to escape and instead focused on making sure they weren’t broken in half by the blood bender. An escape plan could always be made later.
Asami poured the water into the large pot while Korra dumped in a large bowl of sea prunes.
“How are you doing?” Asami said quietly.
“I’m fine.” Korra said, looking away. It was hard for Asami to truly know how Korra was feeling sometimes. She avoided any questions about her current state and never talked about the abuse Amon dealt to her. It made the older woman feel beyond guilty and hurt. Seeing her friend beaten and broken was one of the most heartbreaking things she ever experienced.
“I’m going to finish putting away Amon’s laundry.” Korra said as she avoided Asami’s gaze.
Asami watched her walk away from the cooking stew. “Alright. I’ll make the buns.”
The moment she slid the metal tray of raw buns into the oven, she heard the front door knob jiggle and turn. A quick head turn showed Amon stepping into the house. Behind him was his lieutenant in his usual Equalist garb but without the hood and goggles. There was always a dreadful air when Amon came home. It was like living with a wild animal. There was always that lingering fear since neither her nor Korra knew what he would do next or even what he was fully capable of.
She closed the small door of the compartment-like oven and proceeded to put the dirty dishes that were on the wooden counter into the metallic, square sink positioned a few spaces away from the stove.
“You mean they actually cook?” The Lieutenant said after he sniffed the air.
Amon briefly ignored the question as he walked further into the house. “Where is Korra?”
“She’s putting laundry away.” Asami said without turning her head.
Footsteps were head down the hallway though they stopped in the archway of the main living area.
Korra stared at the Lieutenant, who glared back at her with his hands behind his back. Amon looked briefly at the two before he made his way to the couch.
“Korra.” The Lieutenant spoke first. His voice had a hint of disgust in it. Normally Korra wouldn’t hesitate to give anyone a piece of her mind but the presence of Amon made her think twice. She hated how restrictive and suffocating he made her life. She had to walk on pins and needles with everything she did. Sometimes, he’d hit her even if she did nothing wrong. She was just a piece of meat for him to take his anger and sexual frustrations out on.
Korra huffed and walked past the Lieutenant, towards the stove.
“I believe a superior has spoken to you.”
Amon’s voice made her stop in her tracks. She noticed Asami’s worried eyes watching the scene before her, absentmindedly scrubbing the inside of a bowl with a wet rag. With a silent sigh, she muttered a small “Hi” before continuing her walk to the kitchen.
The Lieutenant gave her one last glare before joining the masked man on the couch. They discussed some kind of political situation that the two women ignored with their own quiet conversation about the day’s previous work, which eventually slipped into Asami asking about Korra’s current state. Again, Korra ignored the question while pouring the now completed stew into bowls for dinner. Asami stopped her pestering to set up the table.
“If he starts a war, the other nations will be in the middle of it, including us. We get too many supplies from the Northern Water Tribe not to be concerned about their affairs. I personally think his bending should be taken away. He’s too much of a threat the world and his bending brings nothing but trouble.”
Amon closed his eyes briefly. “Now would not be the time to do so. Unalaq is smart and too careful of his plans. He won’t step foot into Republic City until his entire people is behind him. For now, we watch his movements. We’ll send spies to keep an eye on the state of the Northern and Southern Water Tribe. Observation is the key to the success of Republic City.”
Asami looked up across the table at Korra who was staring at the back of the heads of the two men talking. She still had a bowl of hot sea prune stew she didn’t manage to set on the table yet.
“Korra? Could you get the buns?” Asami asked, hoping to snap Korra out of her fog.
“Huh?” Her blue eyes met the observing green eyes. “Oh, sure.”
Asami watched her walk back into the kitchen before sighing softly. “Dinner’s ready.”
Dinner was beyond awkward for Korra. She still wasn’t used to having a civilized dinner with the man who captured, raped, and beat her. Now, he invited his lieutenant for dinner as well, stating it was rude to have him over and not offer him a meal. She had mumbled something under her breath as they sat down which earned a stare from him. There were no emotions behind his eyes but she knew she’d get in trouble for it later. Amon sat at the head of the table, his mask off and to the side to show the fake scars he put on every morning. Korra was to sit to the right of him and Asami next to her. The Lieutenant sat to the left of Amon and they further discussed the state of the city. Korra tuned them out and stared at the steaming bowl in front of her.
Asami carefully watched the other female while slowly spooning her dinner into her mouth. A slight nudge took the younger girl out of her trance and put a small smile on Asami’s face when she saw her friend begin to eat.
“Surprising that they can cook a decent meal.” The Lieutenant said while glaring at Korra.
Korra began to stand up from her chair. “May I be excused.” It wasn’t a question.
“Sit. Down.” Amon threatened. Their eyes met briefly before she slowly lowered her bottom to the chair again.
He looked more than perturbed at the way she was glaring at the Lieutenant. Asami awkwardly looked at the scene before her with fear in her eyes. She knew Korra would feel Amon’s wrath later that night. It was something that never settled right with her. She’d take any abuse she could if it meant Korra wouldn’t be touched.
“Your jaw seems fixed. Something you want to say?” The Lieutenant said.
“I’ll fix your-” Korra began as she slammed her fists on the table. She felt Asami’s hand squeeze her arm. A quick look into her green eyes made the former-bender feel regret and a new wave of fear. She slid her hands from the table, kept her head down, and quietly sipped her stew. Amon’s eyes narrowed at her. Asami could see the anger flash through them before he turned his attention and began to converse with his lieutenant.
That night, Korra found herself bent over her bathroom sink. Their pants were around their ankles as he pounded mercilessly into her. She gritted her teeth to bear the pain. She had always assumed during her feud with him that he was on the smaller side, trying to compensate for what he lacked. She hated that she was wrong.
“You were quite rude to our guest.” He murmured. He was particularly rough with her tonight. His nails dug into her bare hips. Each thrust sent her forward and caused his nails to drag along her skin. The most humiliating thing about it was the mirror in front of her. She did everything she could not to look at it. She didn’t want to see what he was doing to her.
One last thrust sent him over the edge. She sighed at the end of her torment. Suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of her ponytail and yanked her upper body towards him. The small cry she released was pleasure to his ears.
“Rudeness will not be tolerated.” He whispered in her ear. A tear slid down her pain-stricken face.
He slammed her face forward onto the marble sink and then yanked her body backwards until she slammed against the wall, ripping her hair tube painfully from her.
She didn’t scream or cry as the blood dripped from her nose and poured from the back of her head. Her vision was fuzzy but she could make out his figure buckling his pants before stepping out of the bathroom. It was only after he left that she allowed the tears to flow down her cheeks. And then her vision went black.

“Please wake up. Korra! Korra! Oh no!”
An excruciating pain radiated through her nose. Her eyes snapped open as she winced. Asami was squatting in front of her, trying to clean her of the blood that had flowed down her mouth, chin, and neck with a wet cloth.
“Can you hear me? I think you have a broken nose. Maybe a concussion.”
Korra looked around her. She was sitting against the wall. Her shirt was bloody, her pants were still down, and there was a pool of drying blood beneath her bottom. How long was she out?
“This is ridiculous. I’m calling Amon. You need to go to a doctor. Here.” Asami wrapped Korra’s arm around her shoulder while her own hand slid to her back. “Easy. Stand up slowly.”
Korra almost stumbled forward when she finally got to her feet but luckily, Asami was there to steady her.
“Step out of your pants and clean yourself off.”
Korra’s vision took a few seconds to clear up after standing up. Asami had already left after putting the wet cloth in her hand. She stared at the cloth before her eyes ran down to her bare legs. A harsh blush spread across her face.
Asami’s fingers tapped impatiently against the table that held the phone. The phone was ringing in her ear but no one was picking up.
The knob on the front door started turning before a loud click was heard. This would be the first time she was relieved to see Amon.
Except it wasn’t him.
She set down the phone as the Lieutenant opened the door and walked inside. He wasn’t fully in before she started questioning him.
“Where is Amon? Why isn’t anyone answering his office phone?”
The Lieutenant’s eyes were hard to read behind his goggles. “He’s busy.” He began to walk past her but she stepped in front of his path.
“Korra needs to see a doctor. I think she has a broken nose and a concussion.” For a moment, she thought there was a hint of surprise and sympathy in his eyes.
“I’m just here to pick up papers from Amon’s study.” He tried to move around her but she stepped in front of him again.
“Can you at least give me the number to a doctor? Some medical supplies? Anything? I found her passed out and she was still bleeding. She‘s in a daze”
His normally hard eyes seemed to soften a bit. There was a sigh. “I’ll…drop her off at the closest doctor before I go back but you have to stay here.” He was not prepared for the smile that graced her lips and the tears that began to flow from her eyes. He didn’t try to hide the surprised look on his face.
“Thank you. I’ll bring her out.” She turned her back to him.
“How’d she hurt herself?” He asked quietly.
Asami gasped. She was glad he couldn’t see her face. “She…fell, I suppose.”

Korra had managed to change her pants and undergarments by the time Asami came back into the room. She was staring at the clothes within her small wooden closet. There weren’t many clothes to choose from, not that she was ever big on fashion but she felt she needed more than three or four clothes.
“How are you feeling?” Asami asked, making a mental note that Korra’s nose had swelled even more than when she first found her. The previous light bruising had turned darker although the bleeding on her head seemed to have stopped.
“My head..really hurts. Everywhere. My nose doesn’t feel any better.” She answered, looking down at the bottom of her closet. A comforting hand slid to her shoulder.
“I’m sorry. The Lieutenant said he’d take you to a doctor.”
“What?” Korra whipped her head a little too fast to look at Asami. She suddenly felt too dizzy. The older woman had to steady her before she fell over. “I’m not going with him! He caused this!”
“No. Amon caused this. You need to go, whoever can take you.”
Korra growled. “If I had my bending, I could just heal myself!” Her fists clenched together. “I…hate all of them. Especially Amon! We’ll never get out of here…” She sighed.
“Don’t say that. Of course we will. We just have to-”
“No!” Korra’s hurt blue eyes stared at Asami’s. “He has his people all over this city. Even if we escaped, they’d find us. They know who we are. They’d capture us and return us to him and we’d be hurt beyond anything we could imagine. Or worse. We just…can’t win.” She said quietly while looking away.
Asami stared at her for a few seconds. She always remained hopeful that something would change and they’d no longer have to deal with Amon but maybe her friend was right. “He’s waiting in the living room.”

The ride through the city was exhilarating and yet nerve-wrecking. She felt free riding in a Satomobile and feeling the wind and sun against her skin once again. The only thing that spoiled it was the driver. She was wary of the Lieutenant. After all, he practically worshipped Amon and she was his greatest enemy. What if he was as bad as Amon? She was tense the entire ride and scooted as far from him as possible. He wouldn’t allow her to sit in the backseat for some reason.
“How did you get a concussion?”
His sudden voice made her jump. He noticed.
“I uh..” She was tempted to speak the truth but she knew it’d end one of two ways; He’d never believe her and would laugh in her face or he’d confront Amon about it, which he’d deny and then further beat her for telling. “I…fell.”
She didn’t sound too sure of the answer. He stole a few quick glances before replying. “Hm.”
He pulled up to the curb in front of a small building. A clinic.
“The doctor will be instructed to hold you here until Amon comes.” The engine was turned off before he stepped out of the car. Korra was staring at the building, listening to the keys jingle around inside the Lieutenant’s pocket as he walked towards her car door. “Let’s go.”
He opened the door and quickly grabbed her wrist. Something inside of her snapped.
“No! Don’t touch me!”
The Lieutenant looked genuinely surprised by the panic spreading across her face. She was desperately trying to tug her arm free of him. What was she scared of?
“Calm down. I’m not touching you!” He released her wrist. He watched her back away with terror in her eyes. Her breathing was erratic. He felt a bit sorry for her. She may have been the Avatar but she was still a kid in his eyes. “Come on.” He said in a calmer voice.
Tears threatened to spill from her eyes but she eased her breathing. He stepped aside and allowed her to step out of the car by herself.
Inside the clinic, Korra seemed like a scared little girl. She kept her eyes to the ground and simply followed him. Something inside of him gnawed at him. He had convinced himself that he hated her and everything she stood for but seeing her scared and injured brought on unexplainable guilt. He hurt her before, or at least he thought he did. What’s different now? Was it the obvious bruises? He found himself glancing at them sometimes since they left the house. He knew Amon was the one who left them but he refused to believe he would abuse anyone. He hated the abuse benders had the world. No, she must have tried to fight him. Perhaps her behavior is a result of the humiliation she felt losing to him once again.
It didn’t take long for a doctor to see her. He was suppose to leave after she was shown the room but for some reason, he found himself sticking around. He sat in a chair seated next to the medical bed she sat on. She had her arms wrapped around herself while she stared at the floor. She looked pathetic. Her nose was heavily bruised, blood covered the front and back of her shirt, and the back of her head was caked in blood.
“What kind of fall injures your nose and the back of your head?”
She only offered him a shrug of the shoulders. He would never believe anything she said about Amon. He didn’t believe he was blood bender and he certainly wouldn’t believe he was an abusive rapist.
The doctor came in after a few minutes of silence. Most of the exam consisted of the doctor asking her basic questions to assess her cognitive abilities. The rest were hearing and eye tests. The Lieutenant found himself weirdly relieved that she passed them.
The doctor scribbled some notes down on his clipboard. “She doesn’t have a concussion but I’m certain her nose is broken.” He had some strange medical devices in the pocket of his shirt. One instrument he pulled out had a small tip that produced light and a larger end to look through. The instruments were weird to Korra since she always relied on her healing. She’d kill for some healing at the moment. Her nose hurt worse than her head.
After the examination of her nose, the doctor deduced her nose wasn’t broken. He bandaged it up in a cast before he went to the examine the back of her head. The nurses helped clean the blood from her head so the doctor could stitch her up. This was one of the most humiliating moments in her life, the day she needed someone to fix her physical injuries because she was powerless to fix herself.
“Last stitch…and you’re done. Put ice on your nose a few times a day for the next couple of days and you should be fine.” The doctor’s eyes met the Lieutenant who had adverted his eyes from Korra for a split second. “She will need to be observed for the next twenty-four hours, however. Keep an eye on her, make sure there are no problems.”
He said nothing, just nodded.

Asami had her own problem to deal with at home. Amon was not particularly happy that Korra was out of the house. He entered her room not long after he came home and found her sitting on the edge of her bed. She was surprised since he normally ate dinner as soon as he came home. The first thing he did was strike out to her, on the side of her head and dangerously close to her eye. She learned a while ago not to question every act of violence he committed against her. Sometimes he hit them for no reason. Instead, she took the blow and held her now bruising face while looking down at the ground.
“Where is she?” He asked in a dangerously low tone.
“Your lieutenant took her to the doctor.” She said softly, avoiding eye contact with him.
He let out a deep exhale. “On your knees.”
Her eyes widened. She forced her head to snap towards him. “W-What?”
His eyes narrowed. She almost jumped. “I’m not telling you twice.”
She gulped. The fear began to rise and her body broke out in a cold sweat. With shaking hands, she pushed herself off the bed. He had his arms crossed as if he’d been waiting impatiently for a long time. He quickly pointed to the spot before him, which she went to before slowly lowering to the floor and on her knees.
Fear was replaced with disgust and humiliation when he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening member. “If you please me well enough, I may start going easier on Korra.”
A small nod came from her before the tears dripped down her face. She was unsure of what to do. She was sexually inexperience, only having the sexual abuse he constantly put her through as a reference. Her still shaking hand hesitantly reached out. It took every ounce of her will to wrap her hand around his length and slowly rub it, constantly looking to his face to see if she was doing anything wrong. His closed eyes and tilted head told her he did. She hated it.
She felt his flesh before, unwillingly, but his length was an entirely different feel in her hand. It was hard, throbbing, and dripping with excitement. He always felt big inside her but seeing it up close, she could tell he was a little larger than average. Or at least she assumed.
Her slick hand motion grew faster. She was desperate to finish him off as soon as possible. His hips thrust to follow her movement. She could hear his narrowing breath before he placed his strong hand on her head to caress it.
She knew his body well enough to know when he was close. It was something she loathed. He normally had completely control over his body but there was just the slightest tense in his muscles when his peak approached. His thrusts were long and desperate. He stayed quiet for the most of it, but now he was grunting.
“Use your mouth.” He breathed. She almost gagged at the thought.
There was the slightest hesitation from her. He growled. She took a deep breath as her hand motion slowed down. Her red lips parted before she carefully placed them on his reddened head. His taste wasn’t awful but the fact that it was him made her stomach churn. Without warning, he shoved half of him into her mouth. She gagged.
He was already on the edge. It took only a few thrusts into her newly explored mouth for him to finally release. He paid no mind to the coughing she was doing, only groaning lowly with each squirt into her. He stroked her soft hair gently. His own personal way of praising her. He didn’t do it often.
“Swallow.” He ordered when he noticed the slight tug from her head. As he looked down, he saw the dry tears on her cheeks being replaced with fresh tears. He felt her mouth muscles move and then her throat muscles before pulling out. Asami sighed in relief.
The ride back home was unnerving for Korra. The city was unusually quiet. Nightfall had came and normally people were out socializing. Instead, she saw Equalists. A lot of Equalists. On every corner and every street. Amon was right. Even if she tried to run, his people would catch her before she got far. She didn’t want to think about how many were out of uniform.
“How did you fall?”
He was still curious. She couldn’t fathom why. She looked over at him. His eyes were focused on the road. “I just…did.” She sighed.
“You’re lying.”
Korra hugged herself to help stave off the coldness of the night. She watched the contents of the city pass by them in a blur. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the truth.”
“You have a habit of lying.”
“I wasn’t lying!” She slammed her fist against the side door. The metal made a satisfying bang sound. “You don’t know anything about him! You don’t know what he’s really like!”
“You mean the man who turned this entire city around? The man who showed us all what true equality is.” Each sentence released more of his anger. His eyes were narrowing at the road ahead of him. “Crime has been almost non-existent since he’s taken over. Schools are being built so people can have proper education. Orphanages are being re-modeled and kids are finally getting off the streets. The city has never been more prosperous. We’ll all getting the same opportunities in this city. That is true equality and you want to paint him out to be a bad person.”
“Do you not see these bruises on me? The scars? Do you think I did these myself?”
“So you start a fight with someone and whine about the consequences. Pathetic.”
“Gah!” She cried out in frustration. She buried her face in her hands. This was pointless. Neither of them said a word for the rest of the ride.
They finally pulled up to the house of horror. Korra felt dread just looking at it, knowing she had to return to her life of abuse and despair. She lingered in the car as long as possible, staring at the lights shining through the windows of the house. The Lieutenant, on the other hand, stepped out and ordered her to do so.
“He rapes us.” She whispered quietly. A part of her hoped he didn’t hear it but another part hoped he did. She felt like she needed to reach out to someone.
For a minute, he didn’t say anything. “You really believe he’s some kind of monster. How long have these fantasies played in your head?”
“He took us away from our families, our homes. Sometimes he hits us for no reason. At night, one of us has to satisfy his sick fantasies.” As soon as the tears began to fall, she started sobbing but she manage choke some of them back.
He didn’t know what to say. He felt angry. He didn’t know if it was because he believed she was lying or that there may have been some truth to what she was saying. Amon being a blood bender made no sense but keeping two young women in his house did seem suspicious. Although, nothing Amon did was normal. That made him great.
He watched her crying fit. He did feel sorry for her. At one point, he hated her and everything she stood for. Now, he just felt pity. She did lose everything but she would learn to cope like everyone else. She put herself in this position. Then again…
He sighed and opened the car door to sit inside. “He’s not that bad. I didn’t like him when I first met him.”
Korra wiped her eyes but remained silent.
“I don’t like you. You’re an impatient, brash brat who thinks she knows what’s best in the world just because she was born with special bending.”
“And you’re a bitter, senile old man who can’t let anything go so he wants the whole world to suffer with him while blindly following some maniac in a mask.” She blurted out. She almost regretted it.
He started laughing.
And she joined him.

The next day was strangely calm. Asami was particularly happy that none of Korra’s injuries were serious. Amon, surprisingly, left them both alone aside from giving them simple orders such as what he wanted cleaned.
That afternoon, Korra sat on the couch as she attempted to sew a hole in one of Amon’s jackets. Sewing definitely wasn’t one of her strong points.
Asami came behind her while mixing a bowl of fruits together. “Don’t you think that looks a bit…off?” She had used a red thread for a brown jacket. Not to mention Korra was trying to sew it from the outside rather than the inside.
Korra took a moment to put down her needle and hold up the jacket. The hole was half-stitched but it did look weird. “I hate sewing.” She attempted to scratch at her bandaged nose. It frustrated her beyond belief that she couldn’t touch it without removing her bandages.
“Don’t touch it so much. It’ll never heal.” She heard Asami tell her from the kitchen.
Korra growled. The anger suddenly turned into fear when she heard the front door jiggling. It was too early for Amon to be home. She immediately stood up and noticed Asami was frozen in the kitchen, staring at the door. Relief washed over her when the Lieutenant emerged through the doorway.
Neither of them said a word. Asami was the first to resume her cooking. Korra looked at the ground and sat back on the couch to continue her poor attempt of sewing.
“I brought something.”
Korra head perked up and turned around to look at the Lieutenant who was now standing behind her. He held out a glass bottle of some kind of clear liquid with a cork on top. She looked at him, unsure if she should take it. He nudged the bottle towards her again and she grabbed it. By now, Asami had walked back over to the couch to examine the item as well.
“What is it?” Asami asked. Her eyes briefly met his before looking away. He noticed the bruise on her eye that wasn’t there yesterday when he took Korra to the clinic.
“My wife wanted me to bring it over. It’s her special…brew. She claims it heals any wounds quicker than any modern medicine.”
Korra blinked. She unscrewed the cork and gave the mixture a quick sniff. It smelled like rice and honey. “She knew I had injuries?”
The Lieutenant suddenly looked uneasy, shifting his weight a bit from side to side. “She likes taking care of people.” There was an awkward silence. He took it as his time to leave. He headed towards the door, only stopping just before he reached the doorknob. “It’ll help with your eye as well, Sato.” There was a hesitant pause. “He’s a reasonable man. Just don’t make him angry.”
More silence filled the room after he left. Both women just stared at the odd bottle. “I thought he hated us.” Asami said.
“He does.”
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