**I'm really surprised no one's done a fic about these two yet. Well, there aren't many fics about Legend of Korra to being with, but whatever! Hope you enjoy it!**

Helpless. Shackled. Terrified. Paranoid.

The sound of tugging against chains and small, deep feminine grunts echoed in the room. The stone room. The cold room. The dark room.

Electric blue eyes flashed quickly around the room, trying to find a way out, trying to find salvation, trying to find something to get out of this predicament.

Another harsh tug on the chains and a soft pop of the wrist. A pained groan leaves gritted teeth. A dislocated wrist, however, doesn't hinder the captive. The chains begin to jingle more and more, almost franticly as the captive practically starts thrashing around to get free.

Shoulders are sore, wrist is throbbing in pain, legs are stiff. The captive can't keep this up. The Avatar can't seem to break free. She's only weakening herself.

What if the enemy were to show up? Korra would have no strength to fight, if she could even fight. She spent so much energy trying to get free from the chains that bound her wrists and ankles. If the enemy were to show up, he could easily take her down. Whether she's bound or not. If Korra were to get herself free, she'd be too spent, too tired to fight. She could hold her own for a while, but not long. And going up against an enemy like Amon…

"I need to get free. I need to defeat him!" She tugged one last time, and something in her shoulder tore, an aching, burning sensation flooded the area and radiated throughout her body.

The girl whimpered as she fell limp against the chains, not wanting to give up. It just wasn't who she was! However, in this case, when she tried and struggled so hard, only to harm herself and not get anywhere, she knew she had to give up and think of something else.

Her bending was blocked due to some chi-blockers who made sure she would not be able to fight back against anyone. Amon or not.

Korra looked around, her eyes taking in nothing but the darkness of the room. She could barely even see a foot in front of her. There were only a few times in her life where Korra was scared, terrified, and this was one of those times. She had trained herself to believe that the Avatar was never scared, always went into every situation brave and ready. In spite of this, Korra was terrified about her situation, where it could lead, what could happen. She didn't like not knowing what was to come. She didn't like not getting her way. She didn't like not being able to control a situation. All of this contributed to her fear of where she was and what the outcome could be.

Korra's head was hanging low, almost touching her chest, but she heard it. Faint footsteps against the stone floor coming her way. Her body tensed. The footsteps kept creeping closer. She held her breath. The footsteps began to fade away again, as if they were only walking by. Was there a hallway leading into this room?

Korra let out the breath she was holding and relaxed her body, to a point.

If she hadn't been so determined and… cocky about facing Amon alone, about beating him, she wouldn't be here. Chained up. Helpless.

It was her own fault she was in this situation. Her own headstrong attitude led her to be here. If she had just listened to Tenzin… if she had just accepted his help…

No, she wasn't going to cry. Korra doesn't cry. The Avatar, the strong Avatar does not cry.

Muscles tensed up again as she heard footsteps coming her way again. Could this be another passerby? Or could it be someone coming in to harm her? Could it be Amon? Korra strained her ears, trying to hear where the footsteps were leading. Her heart sunk, and the fear escalated as she heard the footsteps echoing in the room. She kept her head down, closing her eyes as if she were sleeping. Maybe the person, whoever it was, would leave her alone if they thought she were asleep. Maybe this could give her more time to think of a plan.

"I received your invitation, young Avatar." That deep, petrifying voice was almost smooth as she felt a presence come closer to her body.

Korra took in a shaky breath, an audible shaky breath, and it left her lips almost as quickly as it came in, and just as audible.

Her head snapped up as she saw his feet in front of her.

How could she have let this happen? Facing the very man who strikes fear in her just by hearing his name. She wouldn't be so fearful had she be able to move her arms and legs, but she was restrained, weak. An easy target for this man. For this Equalist. For Amon.

"You're not so vocal now that you've been reduced to a restrained girl." Korra heard the smirk in his voice. He may wear that mask, but behind it she knew his lips, scarred and disfigured or not, were curled up into a cruel, satisfied smirk.

"Let me free. You're nothing but a coward if you're going to fight me like this!" Korra thrashed around, her adrenaline and fear driving her and feeding her energy. "You're not a man if you're just going to have me tied up and take advantage of the situation!" Her legs tried to kick him, but the chains held her in her place.

His dark eyes looked at her through the slits in the mask. Calculating. He stood there, just staring, calculating her, then the subtle movement of his hand moving caused her eyes to widen. His gloved hand reached out towards her face, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. No, Korra doesn't cry.

She tried to inch away from his hand, tried to do something to hold him at bay until a plan formed in her head, but his hand slid over her cheek. His thumb tugged her bottom lip slightly.

Korra was frozen in place. What was he…?

"You need to be taught your place, young one. The Avatar holds no more authority over the world. The Avatar is no longer relevant to anyone. You're a useless hope figure for those benders and others who still believe in you." His hand trailed down to her shoulder, moving farther away from her forehead.

Was he not going to attempt to take away her bending, or was he just toying with her?

His gloved hand made its way to her collarbone, her chest, until it was resting on her breast. Korra's eyes widened and she struggled to move her body away from him, "Don't touch me you-"

His hand squeezed, a little too roughly, and Korra let out a pained whimper. She tried to bring her knees up to hurt him, but the chains held her legs firmly in place. Her blue eyes darted to the masked man, Amon, and terror filled them as she saw his eyes through the slits. They were narrow with anger as they gazed down at the helpless, bound girl.

Korra knew a lot about the universe. Her parents had made sure of that. They didn't want her to be uneducated in anything dealing with life. She knew men and women had sex, of course she knew that! She was seventeen for La's sake! She knew there was also those few who, when they are denied, they would force their 'partner' into sex. Rape. At the moment, with Amon's hand groping her breast, eyes narrowed down at her, that was where her brain was leading her off to. There was no other situation that she could be placed in where rape wouldn't be the outcome.

"P-Please-" Korra knew begging, pleading wouldn't do much, but it was worth it to try.

"You act so tough and feisty in front of everyone, but when you're in a weak position where you can't save yourself you try to beg for mercy?" His face moved closer to hers, and it only caused question and uncertainty to bubble up inside of Korra. How she longed to know the identity of this man. She may even wanted to know his identity more then she wanted to defeat him.

"Fuck you-"

"Ah, there's that feisty attitude. Let's see more, shall we, young one?" Amon pulled out a concealed blade, and slowly slid it up the fabric of her shirt, all the while keeping his hand firmly placed on her breast.

Korra struggled as the blade made its way over her shoulder, down her arms, and back up only to slide down her back. There was no pressure applied to the blade, only enough to cut the fabric. She tried to kick him, she tried to punch him, but she couldn't. She was held, bound by the chains.

Amon slipped the torn shirt from the dark-skinned girl's body, noticing the goose bumps that arose on her skin as the cold air of the room hit her bare skin. He eyed her breast bindings, and brought the blade up.

That created panic to surface in Korra. The girl began thrashing, and she even became vocal as she grunted as the chains bit into her skin, pulled at her already sore and damaged limbs. She let out a short shrill of horror as the blade cut the fabric of her white bindings.

Amon had to be quick and stop torturing the girl so much. Her bending would be back soon, unless he blocked it again. But if he did that, where would the fun be in that? If she gained her bending, she could fight against him, and that would be very interesting. He wanted her to struggle against him, resist him, fight him. That's what he wanted, what he thrived for from this girl. He wanted to bring this girl down off her pedestal, to dirty this girl with the touch of a non-bender, to make her crave him. He wanted to do so much to this girl… before he killed her.

His greedy, hungry eyes watched as the torn bindings fell from her breasts.

Korra's fighting was much more panicked now. Her body flailed around, despite the burning pain in her shoulder and wrist. She had to get away from him, had to get out of this place, had to save herself.

Her eyes itched as tears screamed to fall from them, but no. She would not let them fall. Korra doesn't cry!

Korra's face turned as Amon's eyes took in her nude torso. She was so ashamed. She had never been seen naked before, not even her own mother, or Naga! She rarely ever looked at herself in the mirror when she was naked. Not that being naked or a naked body offended her or disgusted her in any way, she was just… awkward when it came to intimate things like telling someone you like them, or kissing someone, or even holding someone's hand.

And now she's being forced into this situation, where she's half way nude in front of her enemy?

Why didn't she just listen to Tenzin…?

Korra's hips jerked in retaliation when she felt the blade dig into her pants and shred them.

Screams were leaving her lips now, echoing in the dark room. She tried to move her legs and hips around, trying to prevent him from shredding the rest of her pants as they dangled off one hip. Her dark, creamy upper thigh was exposed to him, and his gloved hand went up and gently caressed her skin before gripping her thigh tightly. He ignored her screams, her cries for help, her cries for mercy. Amon just wanted her to keep struggling, to keep begging and screaming.

His face inched towards her hips as he sliced the blade through the other side of her pants, and Korra inwardly smirked. A plan finally coming together in her head.

Her knee came crashing into his chin, hard, causing him to stumble back and grunt. Her lips turned upwards into a smirk as she saw him stumble to regain his footing. When he stood upright, his eyes bore darkly into hers. Korra froze, unable to remember what she had planned out as her next move, unable to register anything but the menacing look in his eyes.

"You will pay for that, young one." He stalked towards her, his heavy boots echoing against the floor. His hand gripped her shredded pants and tore them off her. He dug the blade into the bindings around her hips, putting enough pressure on the blade for it to dig into her skin as well.

A pained scream erupted from Korra, contributing to the chills of pleasure that ran through Amon. He tugged the white bindings away from her body, leaving her perfectly nude in front of him, dangling from the chains.

"You don't have to do this…" Korra hoarse, feeble voice made his dark eyes look up at her face. "What will it prove? That you're a man? A man who would reduce himself to raping a young girl?"

"You have it all wrong, young one." Amon raised his gloved hand to touch her face before it made its way over her shoulder, down over her breast, across her flat stomach, resting on her bloodied hip. "This will prove everything. This will prove that I am superior to you, that I can create a quivering, moaning mess out of you, that I can do whatever I want to you. You, the Avatar." He scoffed, "That title holds no meaning, not anymore. It's only a useless hope for people to cling to. Something people use to not face the realities of today's society, today's world."

Korra held her head high, thinking about spitting on the man in front of her, but what good would it do? He wore a mask, the odds of her spitting and it landing perfectly in his eye…

Amon reached up, chains clinking together was heard, and Korra's arms fell to her sides. She gritted her teeth as pain shot through her from her shoulder. Just as her arms were released, she fell to the ground, her bare bum coming into contact with the freezing cold floor beneath her. Amon reached over, and the chains around her ankles fell apart, leaving her completely free.

Perfect… Korra assessed the situation, she still wasn't able to bend, but she sure as hell could fight against him. After all, he was a non-bender… with the ability to remove one's bending… permanently.

Korra jumped to her feet, regardless of being nude, and crouched down slightly into an offensive stance. Amon looked at her, an amused look gleaming in those dark, almost hidden eyes of his. This girl was going to try and fight him?

Amon moved quickly, and had her pinned between him and the wall in a matter of seconds. Korra blinked. What the hell had just happened?

Korra's eyes widened, her mouth fell open as Amon slid his hand up her inner thigh. Pleasure shot through her body, and it confused her. Why was she feeling this way, just from a simple touch, due to her enemy?

Korra's back arched as that very same gloved hand made its way to her bum and squeezed. Her hands moved up to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. The cold, rough feeling of the wall against her back, the warm feeling of his chest against her front, and his wandering hand stirred up pleasure in Korra. Pleasure and confusion. This man was her enemy.

Amon smirked upon seeing the girl's reactions, "I'll have you in no time, young one. For now just focus on the feeling." His hand continued its wandering path over her body.

Groping here, squeezing there, pinching here.

Soft sighs of pleasure, sudden gasps, suppressed whimpers.

A sharp stab of pain to her thigh, and a scream tears its way out of her throat.

The blade in Amon's hand was forgotten by Korra, but not Amon, and he planned on using it on her, to torture her.

Amon was getting very much aroused from hearing her sighs and gasps of pleasures and her screams of pain. He pulled the blade away, showing her the crimson blood dripping off the silver blade that glinted in an unknown light.

He threw the blade to the side, and it clinked as it made contact with the floor.

A quick unzip.

Chocolate colored legs being forced to wrap around a clothed waist.

Gloved fingers digging into bare hips.

Korra screamed out in pain as her barrier was broken. It wasn't so much that it hurt that badly, it was more of the fact that she being taken, her virginity was being taken by her enemy, by Amon.

Her bare back dug into the wall, causing scrapes to litter the otherwise perfect skin. Her head would occasionally bang back against the wall, causing slight pain to ripple through her skull.

Gasps, moans, whimpers escaped Korra's lips.

Nothing was heard from Amon.

He was done with torturing her with pain. Now, her was torturing her in a new way. He was the one to bring her this pleasure. He was the one who had taken her virginity. He was the one who would haunt her dreams, her thoughts, her once she left this place.

Amon wanted to hear her beg, scream his name. He wanted to see the perfect Avatar come undone at the hands of her enemy. He wanted to see this young beauty fall, and he wanted to be the cause of her fall.

No one would catch her once she fell, for when she falls, she'll fall into the darkness, where no one can see her.

Korra's body fell limp against Amon's as tried to regain her breathing. Tears stung her eyes at the realization of what she had just done. What she had just allowed to happen.

She had just, willingly, had sex with Amon, her enemy. How would she ever forget this? How could she ever forgive herself for this? How could she ever…

Korra blinked hard, trying to shove the tears away, but they wouldn't have it this time. The tears wanted to be freed from those electric blue eyes of her. Those eyes that held so many emotions and thoughts at the moment. Confusion, anger, lust, more confusion, denial, betrayal.

Korra was so confused as to how and why she let this happen. Why did she have sex with her enemy? Why didn't she fight him back? Why? She was perfectly capable, naked or not, to fight him back, to get away from him, to not have allowed that to happen.

Korra was angry at herself for allowing the enemy to fuck her. It disgusted her how she could have just stayed there, pinned between the wall and his body, with her legs spread, and let him fuck her. She was so pissed off at herself for that.

Korra still felt lust stirring inside of her. Maybe it was due to never having been intimate, or never experiencing lust before. Maybe it was due to the thrill of fucking your enemy. Whatever it was, she still felt the lust stirring up inside of her.

Korra was in denial. She could not believe that what had happened had actually happened. This all had to just be a dream! There was no way she would willingly have sex with her enemy, with Amon, no matter how mysterious and some-what attractive that mystery was. She did not just do this…

Korra felt betrayed… betrayed by her own self. That's what hurt the most. She knew what she had done. There was no hiding it. There was no denying it. There was no sugarcoating it. She had just had consensual sex with Amon.

Perhaps it was all the stress of being the Avatar, of not being able to master air bending as quickly as she had the other elements. Perhaps it was the stress of not knowing Mako's true thoughts about her, whether he liked her as a friend, hated her, just tolerated her, or what. Perhaps it was the stress from being a little homesick and missing her parents. Perhaps it was the stress from living with Tenzin. Perhaps… perhaps it was just Korra's way of…

Who was she kidding? There was no reason behind what she did. She allowed Amon to fuck her. That was it. That was all there was to it.

She was a disgusting person…

Korra's vision was blurred by tears, then felt a tear slip down her cheek, followed by another, and another, until she was leaning forwards, into the chest of her enemy, sobbing, crying.

No.

Korra doesn't cry