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Korra awoke aching and confused. Every bone in her body felt as if they had been broken, mended, then broken once more. The open wounds covering her face, shoulders, and stomach were bleeding lazily.
She lifted her head to look around the Satomobile she was in, and memories hazily flooded back into her clouded mind.
Innocent citizens nearly being taken into custody, her friends being arrested, her rage, and Tarrlok- bloodbending without a full moon.
She began to sit up, ignoring the warnings her muscles seemed to scream at her. After manuvering into a comftorable enough position despite the given situation, she felt the vehicle roll to a stop, and the driver's side door open.
The weight of the car shifted as Tarrlok stepped out of the vehicle and began his uneven stride to the back of the Satomobile.
When the back doors to the car opened, Korra took in Tarrlok's disheveled hair and deep-enough-to-bleed face scratches, slightly satisfied with herself for giving him almost as much hell as he'd evidently given her.
"What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" she croaked, both throat and mouth alike dry from dehydration. How long has she been out? Had Tenzin and the Order of The White Lotus begun their search for her yet? Did they even know she was missing?
"Just making sure you haven't wiggled your way out of your bonds." Tarlok spat, raising his hands in a ready position. "I'm taking you somewhere you can sulk on how horrible an avatar you are in private. Somewhere you won't be disturbed or found. Somewhere you will be alone."
With a sudden flick of his wrist, Korra's legs were involuntarily dragging her from the car, eventually placing her firmly on the snowcapped ground.
"Where am I, Tar-?" Korra's sentence was cut short as she tried struggling against the man's bending, to no avail. How could she possibly break free of the grip her own blood had on her?
She'd heared Sifu Katara's stories of the "puppet master" Hama hundreds of times. She'd oogle in awe at her waterbending teacher whenever being told of how heroically the young woman had broken free of the old witch's bending wrath in order to save her friends. It was her favorite story to be told, she'd always admired how brave Katara had been, even at 14.
But the problem was, she wasn't her Sifu. She didn't have the spiritual will to break free, and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to turn Tarrlok's own power against him. It wasn't a full moon, and Katara had forbid her from learning bloodbending at such a young age in the first place- no matter how much she pleaded and begged.
There was nothing she could do but watch in masked horror as Tarrlok harnessed the power to control every single movement of each muscle in her body.
"No more questions, Avatar Korra." Tarrlok snarled. "I've had enough of your unruly behavior. You've gotten in my way long enough. It's time for you to take a break. It's time for you to rest."
With another swift flick of his wrist, Korra felt hot blood rapidly rushing to her head.
This was it. This was the end. He was going to kill her. He was going to kill her. She gave a quick prayer to the spirits, praying the next avatar would do better than she had.
It wasn't long before Korra's world went black and her knees collapsed under her. The last thing she could remember before she blacked out was Tarrlok catching her in his arms before her limp body could crumple to the floor.