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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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It had been a little over three months since Korra had her bending stolen from her and she still wasn’t used to not bending. She frequently found herself trying to light the stove with her fingers or bend the water off her body after bathing.

After climbing of the bath tub, she tried to flick her hands to remove the water. Her heart fell when she remembered it wasn’t going to work. Sighing, she grabbed a towel instead and began to dry off her body and hair. It seemed like so much work to dry herself off and she found she could never really get dry enough with a towel alone.

She stared at herself in the mirror as she ruffled her hair in the towel. She wasn’t the same girl she was just a few months ago. She felt bland, empty, and numb. Her blue eyes were darker and lifeless. She never realized how much her mind influenced how she looked.

The door suddenly opened. It made her jump and her heart pound. Her nerves didn’t settle when a masked Amon walked in but she tried to ignore him by turning her attention back to the mirror and attempting to make her hair as dry as possible.

He watched her for a minute, his eyes carefully trailing over her freshly cleansed body. She felt his eyes violating her already. She hoped all he wanted to do was look but she knew him better than that. His heavy steps sent her heart racing. He pressed his body against hers, his hands trailing along her arms and shoulders.

Korra used her wet towel to cover her front side, not that it was any use. He grabbed it and threw it aside to allow his hands to travel up and down her stomach before one reached between her legs and the other cupped one of her mounds.

“I don’t feel very good.” She blurted out. She couldn’t meet his eyes through the mirror.

He squeezed her breast while his other hand gently rubbed her sex. He didn’t immediately respond to her. “Asami’s feeling well.”

She stiffened. “No, I didn’t mean-”

His hand trailed from her breast to her neck. He grasped it, feeling her rabid heartbeat beneath his fingers. “Finish up in here.” He breathed in her ear before finally releasing her and leaving the room.

She could feel herself starting to choke on her own tears but she refused to cry. She’d just have to suck it up like she did every other night. She finished drying herself off, conflicted if she should take her time or hurry up so she wouldn’t feel his wrath. She opted for just getting it over with.

Opening the door revealed a scene she never wanted to see in her life. Amon laying on her bed, completely naked, and stroking himself. She stopped a look of disgust from spreading across her face and carried her equally naked to the bed. His eyes watched her with hunger as he stroked himself faster. The moment she touched the bed, he was on top of her.

Normally after he was satisfied, he’d turn over and fall asleep but this time, he laid awake, staring at the ceiling. Korra laid next to him, unable to move. The throbbing ache between her legs was slowly driving her mad. It took every ounce of her inner-strength not to cry.

“What did you do to my uncle?” She said quietly.

“What?” He said in a slightly irritated voice.

“I read the newspaper today. It said he’d been neutralized. What did you do to him?” She turned her head. He still wasn’t looking at her. That was a good thing.

“I saved your people, your father, from a pointless war.”

It irritated her how she talked as if he wasn’t from the same heritage. He was so consumed in his lies. At this point, he probably convinced himself that all his lies were true. He may have even thought himself some kind of deity.

“I don’t understand. What did-”

He turned over and cut the light off, leaving her in the dark.

“It’s a boy! And a girl!”

Korra laid sprawled out on a medical table. Her legs were hoisted and spread. Between them, a man behind a surgical mask held two screaming newborns. Her head was fuzzy. Her body felt heavy and exhausted. The room was white with a blinding light.

She heard a door squeak open and the sound of children laughing. She could barely move her head. Dozens of children ran into the room. Every single one of them looked him. Exactly like him. Mini-Amons running to her side. How dreadful.

“Ma, can we see the babies?” One asked.

“Dad said he wants another one!”

She turned her head slowly to the other side of the room. Her eyes were met with two mid-sections. She slowly trailed her eyes up and was met with Amon’s mask and Asami’s lifeless body being held up by him. The room suddenly seemed so dark. The only thing she could make out were his eyes. She could never forget those eyes.

“Asami became boring.” He casually removed his arm from Asami’s body, letting her fall to the ground. He leaned over her. His hand hovered above her chest but quickly moved to her neck where his hand wrapped around it. “I will use your body until you are nothing more than a pile of shame.”

She couldn’t scream.

She couldn’t breath.

“AH!” She jolted upwards. Her chest was heaving. For a moment, she forgot where she was until a hand slammed into her chest, sending her back onto the bed.

“Shut up.” He groaned, returning to his original position of sleeping on his side.

She started coughing violently, though she tried to control it with steady, heavy breathing. She could feel him grow angry from her noises, so she decided to leave the room. The sun was almost up, anyway. There was no point in going back to sleep.

She wasn’t too surprised to see Asami already up, enjoying a cup of tea at the table. The longer they stayed in the house, the less sleep they seem to achieve. It was terrible for Korra. She loved sleeping.

“Morning.” Asami called out to her, giving the younger girl a small smile. She was surprised when Korra responded by walking over to her and wrapping her arms around her. “What’s this for?”

“I just missed you.” Korra said, pressing her head against Asami’s.

“You’re so sweet. Would you like some tea?”

“Sure.”

The two sat across from each other after Asami prepared another cup of tea. Korra could tell something was on Asami’s mind. She debated where she should say something or wait for it to come out.

“I think I’m pregnant.” Asami said before Korra made up her mind.

Korra didn’t seem shocked. The air felt heavy around them. “This is it then. We’re basically child-bearers and slaves for this man.” She said quietly.

Asami stared into her half-empty cup of tea and remained silent.

“I’ll get started on breakfast.”

They did their daily chores of cooking and cleaning. Amon left early in the morning, much to their happiness. Life was so much more bearable when he wasn’t around. Korra had gone out to feed Naga but discovered her missing. She didn’t know how she felt about it. She didn’t want Naga hanging around such a terrible place but at the same time, her presence was an escape from the daily pain and trauma.

“I’m sure she’s just off exploring.” Asami said as they sat on the couch, listening to the radio on the coffee table.

“Yeah.” Korra said mindlessly.

“Am I a bad person?”

Korra looked at Asami with confusion. “No, why would you think that?”

Asami placed a hand on her stomach. “I’m actually looking forward to being a mother.”

“To Amon’s child?”

“I just…feel like he might be nicer to us with children around. He might even stop hitting us.”

Korra crossed her arms and slumped into the couch. “That’s wishful thinking.” She mumbled. “Who’s to say he wouldn’t abuse his own children?”

Asami shrugged.

There was a gentle knock at the door. They looked at each other. No one visited except for when the Lieutenant had to pick up something. Korra was the one who got off the couch to answer the door.

She wasn’t expecting to see the old tailor at the door. A small woman, wearing an oversized kimono. She thought she saw the last of her at the shop. Behind the woman, she could see Naga’s now fattened form sleeping on her back.

“Naga?” Korra said.

“I found her roaming in my yard. I made her a little something to eat before bringing her here. I knew when I saw how small she was that I needed to come over right away.” The old woman said.

“Uh, come over for what?” Korra didn’t notice the woman had a wagon filled with food behind her until she was pushed out the way and the tailor let herself in.

“What’s going on?” Asami asked.

Korra shrugged.

“You all are just so small and skinny. But no worries. Ol’ Granny will make sure you’re well fed.”

Amon knew something wasn’t right before he even stepped in the door. The sun was setting. Naga had empty baskets surrounding her as she laid down on her back, her expanded belly rising and falling as she slept peacefully. His first thought was that Korra went crazy and gave all his food to that animal. Before he even reached for the doorknob, the smell of wonderful cooking struck his nostril. Korra and Asami were improving on their cooking, but they weren’t that good. Yet.

He’d never seen a more confusing sight before. Korra was at the table, stuffing her face with noodles and buns. Asami was next to her, staring at a plate of sushi in front of her. The table was filled with dishes of different varieties, some piping hot; Buns, stews, noodle soups, seared fish, steamed vegetables, sushi. At the stove was a short, old woman stirring pots.

The girls met his eyes when he walked in. They must have seen the confusion in his eyes since they only offered him a shrug.

“Come on in. I have a big bowl of rice noodles waiting for you.” The old woman said.

He always had the perfect thing to say in any situation, but this was the only time he didn’t know what to say or even what to do. He was too tired to even make a fuss about things, so he sat himself down at the head of the table and she brought him a steaming bowl of noodles and a pair of chopsticks.

“You eat everything, now.” She said, patting his head, much to his irritation. Still, he took off his mask and began eating the noodles. Even he had to admit they smelled great.

“These buns are delicious.” Korra said with her mouth full.

The older woman frowned as she stared at Asami’s still full plate. “Is something wrong with my food?”

“Oh, um, no. I’m just not hungry is all.” Asami had tried to convince her earlier that she hadn’t the stomach to eat but she insisted on feeding her regardless.

“It’s not healthy to go without eating in your condition.” The old woman said as she ambled along to the kitchen. “You want your baby to be big and strong, after all.”

Amon glanced at Asami as he ate. “You’re pregnant?” He asked before biting into a hot bun.

“I think so.” She said quietly.

Korra said nothing, only focusing on the food she was piling on her plate and in her bowl.

“Hm.” Was the only response he gave. “We’re going to a party tomorrow. I expect you two to be presentable and behave yourselves.”

“A party? For what?” Amon couldn’t tell if Asami was nervous or excited. Korra didn’t pay much attention, only slurping her soup.

“Your father is unveiling one of his inventions.”

The last thing Asami wanted to do was attend a party, especially if her father was going to be there. She preferred not seeing or hearing about him. Sighing, she picked at the food in front of her. There was no use in trying to get out of it. It’d just make him mad.

Korra still didn’t say anything. At some point, however, Amon must have grown angry at the sounds she was making while eating.

She felt her blood pull unnaturally. Before she could even widen her eyes in surprise, she felt herself being jolted backwards, crashing painfully onto the floor while the chair tilted over with her. The soup she had been drinking splashed all over her face. It wasn’t very hot but the liquid irritated her eyes.

“Korra!” Asami yelled as she rushed over to her friend’s side.

Korra groaned in pain, trying to desperately rub the liquid from her eyes. Amon nonchalantly continued to eat his meal. That is, until he felt a wooden spoon smack the back of his head.

“You leave that poor baby alone!” The old woman said behind him. He felt it coming but he could hardly believe she had the nerve to hit him or that she even knew he did it. Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to put someone in their place but this was one of the few times in his life where he just left it alone and continued his business, or in this case, his meal.

Korra didn’t really think anything about the upcoming party until she actually had to get ready for it. She didn’t understand why they had to attend it, but she was too afraid to question why. Asami mentioned it may be a publicity stunt to make himself seem like some kind of savior.

Although, she had to admit, it would be somewhat relieving to get out of the house. She didn’t venture past the front yard and Asami rarely went outside, especially since the cold was starting to set in.

“This is so stupid. I’d rather spend the night here while he spent the night there.” Korra said while Asami applied some make-up as she sat on the edge of the bathtub. Korra wasn’t normally one for make-up but Amon was making them cover their bruises and scars. The scar on Asami’s face from being hit with a plate was almost healed but she still had to conceal it. She feared it’d leave a scar either way.

“I’m not particularly fond of seeing my father either.” Asami replied as she patted some kind of powder over a cut Amon gave Korra on her cheek with a knife a week ago.

Both of them opted to wear long-sleeve dresses to further cover their abuse. Asami’s was a gold color that shimmered and had a slight train behind her. It hugged her body more than she wanted, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Korra’s dress was blue. It reminded Asami of the ocean. Kimono sleeves hung loosely on her arms, long enough to cover the marks Amon had given her. Her dress wasn’t as tight as Asami’s, so it covered her small stomach well enough. The last thing she wanted was the public knowing about her pregnancy, although she knew it’d come to light eventually.

After finishing Korra’s hair, which she put into a party bun, and her make-up, Asami began to tuck away the make-up cases sprawled on the counter top back into her cosmetic bag. Korra stood up after what seemed like hours of sitting on the edge of the tub and looked at herself in the mirror. She was surprised by how much make-up could change her appearance. Her skin looked softer, smoother and most importantly, none of her scars or bruises showed. No one would ever know.

Amon stood waiting near the door when they were ready. He was leaning against the wall, reading a letter when they approached him, wearing fur parkas he had bought them for the occasion. He wore a black version of his normal Equalist wear and his mask, of course. Asami and Korra had done his laundry dozens of times and his clothes all looked the same. They were convinced that he didn’t have much imagination or style.

He didn’t immediately acknowledge them, so they stood there awkwardly until he finally tucked the letter away and they left silently.

Outside, Naga seemed to enjoy the coldness setting in. She was rolling around the ground, wagging her tail. Korra instantly smiled.

“Don’t worry, girl. I’ll be back soon.” She told her furry companion from the distance. Naga stopped her wiggling on the ground to briefly look at her owner. Naga’s excitement over the coming winter was one of the happiest things Korra had seen in a long time.

Riding through Republic City calmed Korra’s and Asami’s nerves as they allowed their minds to be engulfed in the viewing of the passing city. It was early in the evening and people were out socializing. Everyone just seemed so care-free. It was like none of the events that happened months ago didn’t matter.

“Is there going to be food?” Korra suddenly asked.

“You ate before we left.” Amon said after a minute.

“I want a pickled egg salad.”

Asami groaned. “Please, don’t mention food right now.”

“Control your cravings.” Amon finally said.

Asami stared out of the window in the backseat. She felt downright sick to her stomach. The thought of being in public suddenly freaked her out to the point that she felt ill, never mind the fact that she had to see her father as well. Her thoughts kept leading her to the first time Amon forced himself on her. It just made her even more stressed.

Korra must have sensed her stress since she put a friendly hand on her knee. Asami flinched and Korra pulled her hand away.

The girls half-expected to see journalists swarming the building with their cameras as they pulled up but it looked calm with well-dressed individuals talking outside before climbing up the steps into the building. Korra recognized it as the same place Tarrlok held a party for her once. She wasn’t looking forward to reliving the memories.

Inside, the atmosphere was…judgmental. Korra could feel eyes on her as she and Asami walked in behind Amon. The eyes didn’t meet hers, since they turned away before she could lock her eyes with them.

A servant took their coats. Someone struck a conversation with Amon, an older gentleman with graying hair and gray eyes. Amon pulled Asami to his side as he talked and Korra lingered around behind, looking agitated at all the people stealing glances towards her.

“You’re looking well, Av-…Korra.”

The Lieutenant was dressed in a burgundy formal jacket with a mandarin collar and matching pants as he came from behind Korra. She only glanced at him briefly as he positioned himself next to hear.

“If it makes you feel any better, not many people want to be here. It’s all just a formality.”

Korra’s eyes fell to the floor. “I don’t understand why I need to be here. He just wants to humiliate us.”

“Some of the public was…concerned.”

She, for a moment, looked at the Lieutenant who was watching her. “Huh?”

Amon started to walk off with his arm wrapped around Asami’s waist. It looked too intimate to Korra. She was about to follow behind them when she felt her arm being grabbed, right at a bruise Amon had left her a couple of nights ago.

The Lieutenant raised an eyebrow when she flinched in pain and immediately released his grip. “You’re sitting with me.”

The event was just as elegant as Asami imagined. Most people were dressed formally, although some were dressed in Equalist uniforms, who she assumed were security. People mingled together, servers walked around with trays of drinks and finger foods. On one side of the room were decorated tables with dim candles lit in the middle. A newly built stage held a microphone, certainly for her father’s presentation. She felt increasingly uncomfortable. The worry of seeing her father started to make her feel nauseous.

Or maybe the fact Amon kept a grip on her was making her feel ill. His touch was too intimate and casual, especially around so many people who kept glancing at them. She could hear whispers of her name as Amon mingled with different people, people she assumed were fairly important. She couldn’t concentrate on what they were discussing. Instead, she found herself glancing at Korra a few feet away as she talked with the Lieutenant. She was dying to know what they were discussing.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Ms. Sato.”

Asami almost jumped at the voice. She felt Amon’s fingers digging threateningly into her side. The woman in front of her had such sleek, sharp facial features. Her brown eyes looked fierce, especially with the black eye shadow she had on. Her black lipstick that graced her smiling lips to give her a much darker appearance yet she looked gorgeous to Asami. The woman wore a white cheongsam that fell to her ankles. A long split on the side reached her thigh and pink flowers spiraled along the bottom and abdomen area. Her long, black hair was styled in loose curls with a part that covered half of her right eye.

“You…wanted to meet me?” Asami asked. Amon’s eyes narrowed at the woman.

“Of course. We all were so eager to meet the woman who caught Amon’s affection. You’re the envy of half the women in this city.” That smile. It seemed off. “After all, it’s not everyday that our leader decides to marry.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“So, Amon.” Asami watched the woman step closer to him. Her body language was seductive and her eyes were flirtatious. “What made you choose a woman like..her?”

Asami would have been irritated but the thought of Amon having someone else to seek his release with was a blissful thought. If she seduced Amon away from her, she just might be free of him.

Unfortunately for her, Amon didn’t seem too interested in her. The woman attempted to place her hand on his chest but he grabbed it and held it still.

“Perhaps you should go speak to the captain.” He told her.

“Hm.” She gently pulled her hand away from his and gave one last look at Asami. “Of course.”

They both watched her walk off, but not before giving a wink to Amon. Asami couldn’t understand why she spent time flirting with Amon if she was under the impression that he was married. To her.

“You told her we were married?” Asami whispered.

“Don’t speak to her.”

Asami sighed. “Right.”

The place looked more packed once everyone was seated at their respective tables. The tables towards the front where the Lieutenant and Amon were seated, were smaller than the ones in the back and only had a few others sitting at them. Higher-ups in the military rank, she assumed. The Lieutenant was seated at the head of the table with Korra on his left and another person, a younger female with a scarred face, on his right. The seat next to Korra was empty. Korra felt a little more ease now that people seemed to have stopped whispering about her and were more focused on the presentation that was happening in a few minutes. Glancing over at Asami, she could see Asami’s nervousness on her face. She felt awful, knowing one of the last things Asami wanted to do was see her father. Amon was a master at torturing them psychologically.

“Excuse me, Avatar Korra? May I have a word with you?”

She’d been too involved in her thoughts to notice a man sliding in the seat next to her. He looked just a few years older than her. His black hair was cut into a neat and short flattop hairstyle. His face was chiseled and his smile was dashing, especially with his blue eyes shining at her. His light-tanned trench coat told Korra he likely wasn’t part of the Equalist, or at least wasn’t an officer.

“Um, can I help you?” She asked.

“Actually, you can. I’m Nanulak, a reporter for Republic Today newspaper and magazine and I’d love it if I could just ask you some questions about-”

“I don’t think..” Korra glanced at Asami’s table. She was staring at the table, sitting next to Amon who was patiently listening to an older man talk his ear off beside him. “I can’t.”

“C’mon, I just need one quick interview. It’ll be the story of the year! Besides, you’re kind of cute and I’d like to get to know you better.”

Korra didn’t even notice the blush that quickly formed across her face, but just as quickly as it came, it left when she glanced back over at Amon before looking back at the young man. Her eyes weren’t able to meet his. “I can’t.”

Nanulak’s eyes narrowed briefly as he watched her. His blue eyes were piercing a stare in her and for a second, she thought he could see into her mind and read all her secrets and trauma. “I see.” Was all he said before he removed himself from the seat.

“I don’t trust him.” The Lieutenant said quietly.

Korra shrugged. She didn’t take his comment to heart. After all, he was friends with Amon.

Hiroshi’s invention was more of an alliance than anything. The project they unveiled was some kind of device that actually showed motion. A “mover” they called it. Or at least, the strange, eccentric man on the stage with Hiroshi called it. He called himself Varrick and he seemed like an odd person to work with, at least to Asami.

Hiroshi and Varrick planned to work together to make the technology more “mobile” in hopes of being able to use it to spy on neighboring areas. Neither Korra nor Asami were surprised that Amon planned on extending Republic City.

After Mr. Sato explained how the new technology worked, its potential, and what it meant for the future of Republic City, everyone began to mingle again, mostly the higher ups to discuss plans now that they had this new technology to consider, such as propaganda for the citizens.

Asami, of course, had to be Amon’s eye candy while he socialized with everyone. She felt uncomfortable and uneasy, especially with people commenting on their supposed marriage. Not to mention, she was starting to feel nauseous again.

“Amon, sir. A word if you may.” A young man asked as he approached the two.

“You may.” Amon responded, his eyes carefully watching from the slits of his mask.

The young man bowed briefly before him. Amon gave a slight nod. “My name is Nanulak. I’m with Republic Today newspaper and magazine and it would do me great honor if you allowed Avatar Korra to do an interview with me.”

“Korra?” Asami said quietly.

“Who let you in here?” Amon asked.

“The public’s dying to know her life post-revolution and your generosity behind taking her under your wing. Think about it, the ones who doubt you will be easily swooned once they see your caring side.”

Asami almost laughed.

“I can see the headlines.” He continued. “Amon: A Man of Charity. Imagine the great press the Equalists will get.”

“Go on” Amon said.

“All I ask for is just one interview. Trust me, it will do the city a lot of good. People are still fearing the Equalists and with good press, you won’t have to worry about any uprisings or rebellions. The public will be eating out of the palm of your hands. People will line up to join your cause. Is that not what a great leader wants?”

Asami didn’t trust the guy. Amon must not have either, since she saw his eyes narrow.

“One interview. I expect it to be good.”

“Of course. You won’t regret this.” Nanulak extended his hand. Amon shook it, but not before pulling the much younger man towards him and whispering something in his ear. Whatever he said must have startled the young man. “Y-Yes sir. I understand.”

“I don’t trust him.” Asami whispered as Nanulak walked off.

“Hm.”

Korra was thrown off guard when Nanulak approached her again. She and the Lieutenant were talking, surprisingly.

“I don’t think I should-” She began.

“Amon said it was alright.” Korra looked nervously at the Lieutenant. Nanulak smiled.

“Can we..?” Korra started. The Lieutenant gave a small nod before he walked off. “Is Amon really alright with it? He’s not..mad or anything?”

“No, of course not. He’s cool with it. He just told me to make sure it’s a great story. I just want to know about your life after the revolution, where you plan on going from here, and all the things Amon‘s done to you.”

“What was that?” She almost jumped hearing the last part of his sentence, convinced she misheard him.

“I said I want to know all the things he’s done for you?”

“Oh…right.” Korra smiled shyly at him as he flashed her his white teeth.

‘I haven’t felt this way since I met Mako..’

“You want to get out of here?” He asked. She absentmindedly nodded.

As if the party wasn’t already boring, Asami found herself in an awkward position. An old man sporting a long, white Fu Manchu challenged Amon to a game of Pai Sho. A table was cleared and the two were soon playing a slow game.

If that wasn’t bad enough, she had to sit on his lap. In front of people. A lot of people. With his arm caressing her waist. At least her father seemed to have disappeared.

“Perhaps you should call it quits. The lady seems tired.” The old man chuckled.

He was right. She was dead tired and suddenly felt drained. She even resorted to laying her head against Amon’s chest.

“Trying to get rid of me before you lose?” Amon said calmly as he moved one of his Pai Sho pieces.

“Just saving you the embarrassment of losing to a senile man.” Another piece was moved.

Amon made a few jumps. Everyone around the table clapped. Asami yawned.

“Excuse me, Amon.”

Oh no.

Not him.

Asami’s dreary eyes looked up to see her father standing next to her so-called husband.

“May I borrow her for a moment? I’d..like to talk to her privately.” Hiroshi said.

Amon squeezed her leg. “Go.” He said, not removing his eyes from the game, which started to increase in pace.

Asami sighed and stood up.

“It will only be for a moment.” Hiroshi said as he pulled her aside, away from any crowds.

She couldn’t even bring herself to look at him. She kept seeing Amon and it made her sick.

“How are-” He began.

“Don’t. Just please, don’t.”

“I’m sorry. I want to make things right.”

“There is nothing you can say to me that will ever make things right.”

“Asami, please.” He gently grabbed her shoulders, desperate for her to make eye-contact with him. “You have to understand, I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted you to see the truth.”

“You attacked me, locked me away and then gave me away to that monster. You don’t even know anything about him. You don’t know what he’s done…”

“What are you saying?”

She took a deep breath. Finally, her eyes met his, but only briefly. “I have nothing else to say to you.”

“Asami, please, wait.”

Desperate for his daughter, Hiroshi grabbed her arm. Unfortunately, Asami started to panic. She yelped and tugged her arm away. Hard.

She stumbled backwards until she knocked into something. Or someone.

“I’m so sorr-” She began. Turning around, she was met with a very angry woman. Specifically, the same woman who was flirting with Amon not too long ago. She was holding a glass of water, half of which spilled on her which was made evident by the wet stains on her cleavage area. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to..”

Asami wasn’t anxious about knocking into the woman. She feared what Amon would do if he found out what happened. His punishments were already reeling through her mind, his harsh words berating her for humiliating him.

Everyone around them was quiet. The only noise came from the people not in the immediate area who were laughing and chatting. The suspense made Asami even more nervous paired with the glare from the woman she offended.

Suddenly, the woman smiled, grabbed a glass from a person standing next to her and threw the water on Asami.

“Does Amon know what a clumsy ox you are?” She sneered.

Asami tried to wipe the water from her face as best she could before she realized her make-up was starting to cover her hands.

“Oh no.” She whispered. She kept her head down as best she could as she dashed off to the bathroom.

“Asami!” She heard her father yell behind her.

The bathrooms reminded her of the bathrooms in her father’s house; Large, elegant, and plenty of counter space. Unfortunately, she couldn’t utilize the space since she didn’t bring her make-up kit. She patted her face and neck dry with one of the towels folded neatly on the side of the counter. It wasn’t any use. The make-up was coming off and her bruises and scars were beginning to appear, especially the scar across her face.

‘The least he could have done was given me make-up as good as his.’

She couldn’t go out looking like she did. Maybe she could hide in the bathroom until everything was over. It’d be a good way to avoid her father, after all.

There was a small knock on the door. She panicked. “It’s occupied.”

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you. I have some make-up if you wanted to use it.”

Asami didn’t recognize the voice, so naturally she was weary. “Who are you?”

“I’m…” She paused. “I’m no one. I’m just one of the guards. Mind if I come in?”

Asami thought for a moment. One person seeing her bruises was better than many people seeing them. She could always make up an excuse anyway. Perhaps she had an accident trying to bathe a dog..

“Yeah, sure.”

The female guard had already removed her Equalist helmet before she came in. Her face was plain and her hair was light brown. Asami expected her to be appalled at her current state but she didn’t seem shocked at all.

“Here. I carry this around sometimes. Not sure why, I rarely use it. My name’s Jin, by the way.”

Asami took the make-up case as soon as it hit the counter. It wouldn’t be particularly flattering on her but she’d at least have her secrets covered.

“I’m sorry about what happened back there. Sumi can be a little erm…unmerciful. She hasn’t exactly been the best to get along with after she found out Amon married. A lot of women, in fact, were quite distraught.”

Asami wanted to ask if she was going anywhere with the conversation, but remained reserved as she applied the make-up.

“I used to be in love with him.” Jin continued. “I…thought he was the greatest man in the world. Until I found out what he was really like.”

She paused with the make-up brush in her hand, staring in the mirror. She could feel her heart racing as Jin spoke.

“I know he gave you those marks. He gave me them too, one day. I used to try my hardest to get his attention but he always acted like he didn’t see me. Then one day he called me into his office. I was ecstatic. I even dolled myself up. I shouldn’t have. I was just asking for it. I walked in and before I knew it, he was close to me…I still remember how he smelled that day.”

Jin stared at the ground, arms crossed as she forced herself to relive her memories. “His body was pressed against mine. I thought he was going to confess having feelings for me but his hands started wandering. I panicked and pushed him. He hit me. Over and over. I was able to block the first few times but I couldn’t move fast enough to chi-block him. It was like my blood, my body, didn’t want to respond to me. After he paralyzed me, he bent me over his desk and…I was helpless.”

Asami felt absolutely disgusted. She didn’t want to think about how many women Amon forced to go through what she did. “Why do you stay?”

“I guess I didn’t have a choice. No one would believe me and I’d have nowhere to go. I joined the Equalist because I thought they stood for something worthy. After Amon…took advantage of me, I started questioning it all. What he does to benders, it really isn’t that much different from what he did to me, to us, is it?”

“I suppose it’s not.” Asami said quietly. She didn’t know what else to say. Half the time, she didn’t know what to say to Korra. She was hurting the worst, after all.

“I didn’t mean to… I just wanted you to know that I know what you’re going through and I believe you.”

“I’m not sure if this makes me feel any better or worse.” Asami’s make-up was only half done as she stared at Jin through the mirror.

“Does it happen to Avatar Korra as well?”

Asami hesitated for a moment but gave a nod. Jin sighed.

“I should have stopped him.” Jin said.

“You can’t blame yourself for his actions. Amon always gets what he wants. Fighting it just makes things worse.” Asami jumped when the door suddenly opened.

“Asami, are you alright?” Hiroshi walked in and paused. Asami felt her heart thumping. She knew he was staring at her marks. She just knew it. “What happened? Where did you get those bruises and scars?”

“Keep the make-up.” Jin said before she left. She wanted to get out before it got awkward.

“What do you even care? You attacked me once. What does it matter if someone did the same?”

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Great job you did there.” Asami’s narrowed eyes stared into her father’s.

“Who did that to you?” Though the concern in his voice seemed genuine, it wasn’t enough to make Asami feel like he actually cared.

“Please, just leave. I want nothing to do with you. I can‘t forgive you, not after you gave me to that monster.” She turned her attention to the mirror, no longer able to look at him. She kept seeing Amon.

“I-”

The door opened. An ominous feeling suddenly filled the bathroom. She didn’t even have to look at the door to see who it was, but she did anyway.

Amon’s eyes trailed over the scene before him but harbored no particular emotion.

“Do you know who did this to her?” Hiroshi asked as he took a few steps towards Amon. He had a moment of doubt when he thought maybe it was her husband that did it, but it was a thought that quickly left and never returned.

“She’s learning how to cook and keeps having accidents in the kitchen.” Amon said. The lie came off his lips so easily. It was convincing enough for Hiroshi, even though it didn’t make much sense to him. “We’re leaving.”

Asami nodded quickly and rushed to finish applying the make-up. Hiroshi took one last look at his daughter and followed Amon out of the bathroom.

Korra couldn’t believe she let Nanulak talk her out of leaving the party. He told her Amon was fine with it but she kept worrying that maybe he wasn’t. She wanted to just enjoy the freedom of walking through Republic City once again but found herself dreading the thought of what’ll happen when she had to go back to Amon.

“Are you worried about something? You seem nervous.” His voiced startled her from her thoughts.

“What? No I uh…I, it’s just been a while since I’ve been out like this.” Her eyes kept looking at the Equalists that patrolled the city. They all stared at her. She worried one would snatch her up and tell Amon she was doing something wrong.

“Amon doesn’t let you in the city often?”

Korra sighed. “Well, honestly, no. He doesn’t. I stay in his house and cook and clean among other things..”

“Are you Amon’s and Asami’s servant or something?”

Korra stopped in her tracks. “Why would I be Asami’s servant?”

Nanulak stopped a few paces in front of her and turned around. “Well, normally anything that’s the husband also belongs to the wife. Are you saying you’re only Amon’s servant?”

“Husband? Wife? What are you talking about? Asami’s not married.”

“Really now? Why would Amon say they were? You sure your friend didn’t just get hitched?”

She opened her mouth to say something but immediately closed it. Suddenly, she felt like she did something terrible. “Maybe.” She finally said.

Nanulak hummed thoughtfully. “Come on, my apartment’s not too far from here.”

His apartment was one of the coolest things Korra saw. Not that it was particularly lavish or even big, she just always entertained the thought of having her own space and being independent. He was living one of her dreams.

The apartment was just big enough for him. Wooden floors creaked as they stepped inside and were met with his eating area and kitchen. Beyond that was his sitting area. Just past that were a couple of sliding doors. No doubt his bedroom and bathroom. The walls had different newspaper articles pinned neatly, likely stories he wrote. Besides the news articles, his home wasn’t decorated but it was neat. Korra concluded that he didn’t spend much time home.

“It’s not much but it’s mine. Have a seat on the couch. Would you like some tea before we get started?”

Nanulak went to the stove where his kettle set to heat it up. Korra walked deeper into the apartment, staring at the bold headlines that caught her eyes. Just about every one of them was about Amon.

“I see Amon catches your eye.”

“Yeah, well, he’s a mysterious guy. Not much is known about his past aside from his parents getting killed and yet he runs the entire city. He’s a target for most journalists.”

She heard the clatter of china followed by the pouring of liquid. She took a seat on his brown couch. It felt like it was made out of some kind of short fur. “This couch is really comfy. What’s it made from?”

Nanulak approached the couch with a tray of steaming tea cups, which he set on the wooden coffee table before taking a seat next to Korra. “I honestly don’t know. It came with the apartment. I question a lot of things but furniture is not one of them. So. Tell me what it’s like living with Amon.”

He loosely wrapped an arm around her nonchalantly. She tensed up. “It’s…It’s okay. Like I said, I cook, clean, that kind of thing.” She didn’t need to look at him to know he was staring at her. He didn’t believe her and she knew it, so she avoided his gaze by staring at the cups.

“Really. What about the rumors of you and him being…intimate?”

“What? Who says that?” She snapped her gaze towards him. She was glad she wasn’t drinking the tea yet.

“Everyone, really. Let’s be honest, you’re quite beautiful and Amon seems like the type to be attracted to headstrong women. You fought with him tooth and nail during the rebellion but he allows you the privilege of living in his house with his wife. Is there some kind of…threeway relationship going on?”

“No! Don’t you have any appropriate questions to ask?” She shifted a few inches away from him. He removed his arm.

“Alright. Fine. Tell me everything you know about the guy. What kind of secrets does he have? I need to know everything.”

She stood up. “Look, I don’t…I don’t know any more about him than you do. I just take care of the house. He’s gone during the day.”

He stood up as well, his eyes staring her down. “Don’t give me that. You’ve lived with him for a few months now. You can’t tell me you haven’t learned anything about him. His habits, his favorite foods, anything about his family, where he grew up, his plans for Republic City, the issue with Unalaq. Something! You have to have some kind of dirt on him. If I can find out something, maybe one day we can expose him and get rid of me.”

“It’s not like I talk to him. He comes home and goes in his room or in his study. I try to exchange as little words with him as possible.”

“Don’t give me that.” Nanulak advanced on her. She took a step back, a rise of fear within her. He was starting to remind her of Amon. “I’m going to get everything I can on that man. Why would you, of all people, not want to help with that?”

Korra adverted her eyes from him. “I have to go.” Was all she could manage to say.

She made an attempt to push past him on her way to the door but he grabbed her arm. She didn’t know if she screamed or not, but she knew he was on the ground with a bloody nose before she realized what she did.

He wiped his nose and examined the blood on his fingers. He was surprised she hit him but then again, she was the Avatar and she was known in Republic City for being rough.

Korra took a step back and looked at the ground. She didn’t say another word before quickly turning to leave.

“Amon took my father’s bending. He was the best water bender I ever knew. My father always wished to pass it down to me but I wasn’t lucky enough. He was already disappointed with me but having his bending gone…He couldn’t live with it. He just couldn’t.”

She knew the feeling. She knew it too well, along with the burden of knowing she let so many other people suffer because she was too weak to beat Amon. She couldn’t even look at him now. She had to get out of there.

Leaving the apartment building, she felt coldness nip at her. It wasn’t the air but the feeling that always seemed to dwell inside her and emerge at the worst times. A feeling Amon forced into her and now she didn’t know how to get rid of it.

She didn’t walk far before she noticed a Satomobile parked outside with a man standing next to it.

“Amon?” She breathed like she had just seen a ghost.

He didn’t say anything, only moving towards the driver side of the car. She sighed and got into the passenger side.

The ride back to the house made her grow colder. Maybe it was the lack of a coat that did it. Or maybe it was from being near him so long. He was truly a monster. He had no regards for anyone else’s feelings or wellbeing. She wished she could force empathy and guilt into him. Sometimes she’d dream of him one day begging for her forgiveness. It was a fantasy but it gave her a bit of comfort sometimes.

“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” He said out of the blue.

Korra looked at him. His eyes were on the road and hers went to the marks on her arms. “I-I I didn’t let him. He grabbed me out of nowhere and I stopped him. I didn’t do anything else, I swear.”

His hand snaked to her thigh, which he grasped gently and began to rub. She knew what was going to happen when they got back to his house. Leave it to him to make things worse.

After he pulled up to the house, Korra took her time getting out of the car.

“I expect you in my bedroom. Immediately.” He said before he unlocked the door.

Inside the house was warm but it did nothing to warm her up. Asami sat on the couch in her bathrobe, looking through a magazine. She stood up when she saw Korra walk through the door.

“Korra. Where were you? I was worried.” Korra noticed Asami’s chest was bare beneath her bathrobe. Was there no end to his appetite?

“I’ll have to tell you tomorrow.”

The rest of the night was absolutely miserable. Amon watched her strip down to nothing before he roughly shoved her on his bed and took her from behind. The pain felt worse tonight. He was rough, fast, and merciless. He grabbed her hair while whispering terrible things in her ears.

“You should be grateful I took you in. You’re a worthless mess. No one wants the burden of having to care for your broken pieces. Not even your parents. I’ve given you new purpose. You are mine and only mine.”

Tears streamed down her face. She knew he was only saying those things to demean her but she felt he was right. He broke her. Who’d want her? No one would want her unless they wanted to take advantage of her. Nanulak confirmed that.

“I didn’t do anything with him!” She sobbed. The sound of their flesh rapidly slapping against one another was driving her mad. “I hit him when he touched me and left.”

“You let him put marks on what is mine. That will not be tolerated.”

She didn’t think it could hurt worse, but he found more speed. The bed rocked violently beneath them. Her womanhood was growing numb from the pain. She could feel the blood dripping down her thighs.

When he finally released, she felt like she could breath once again. He finally let go of her hair and allowed her to collapse on the bed while he pulled out. His member was stained and a pool of blood formed on his sheets. He whisked it away with his bending before it had time to dry.

He watched her form curl into a ball and sob into his pillow. “Pathetic.” He said before getting up to head into his bathroom.

She was halfway sobbing herself to sleep when he came back dressed in his boxers. She really was pathetic. She went from the most powerful human to ever exist to his mere concubine. If only she learned to shut up and take it.

“Stop sobbing.” He said as he crawled into bed. Her sobbing grew quieter but he could hear her sniffles. He grunted and turned off the light.

The next day was uneventful. It was the best the girls could ask for in their situation. They spent most of the day cleaning and cooking. It seemed no matter how much they cleaned, there was always more to do. Amon took the day off but spent most of his day in his study. It was the next best thing to him leaving the house. At least he left them alone.

Asami wanted to ask what happened to Korra the night before but Korra seemed a bit disturbed, so she left the subject alone. At least for now.

“I went to feed Naga earlier. Have you noticed she’s getting a bit…chunky?” Asami asked while she washed the dishes. Korra was standing next to her, drying them off and place them in the cabinets.

“I have. I think she went over to that old tailor’s house again.”

“At least you won’t have to worry about her starving.” Asami chuckled.

Korra smiled. “She does like food.”

The snap of fingers cut their conversation short. They turned around to see Amon seated at the table. “Rice.” He said.

“I’ll get it.” Korra grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and started dumping rice from a pot on the stove into it. She never understood how he ate it plain. She always liked something paired with her rice.

Amon didn’t waste any time eating the rice. He did only have a light breakfast, after all. He spent most of his day working on political forms.

Korra stood next to him, watching him, as if waiting. Her hands were hidden behind her back. He stopped mid-bite when he realized she wasn’t leaving anytime soon. “What do you want?” He asked, the irritation subtle in his voice.

“I uh..” She pulled her hands to view to reveal an open magazine, which she placed on the table in front of him. It was an ad for baby clothes. Long-sleeved baby bodysuits to be exact that came in a variety of colors. “I want one in each color. For the baby.”

He eyed over the magazine and then gave a nod. “Fine. Leave me alone.” He watched her go back into the kitchen to finish the dishes. He never expected to keep them so long, let alone long enough to impregnate them.

Perhaps he could keep them around a little longer. At least until the birth of his children, then he could decide from there. They had their uses, after all, despite their annoyances. Korra was slowly learning to be more obedient and Asami never put much of a fight up to begin with. He couldn’t give up all that hard work so soon. He could mold them into his best concubines. With children on the way, they may be more pliable for the sake of their offspring.

He did think about being a little nicer to them sometimes, not for the sake of being nice. Their crying drove him crazy sometimes but looking at them reminded him of their resistance and blatant disrespect during his revolution.

Maybe one day he’d let them go. Maybe even let them take his children.

But not today.
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