Title: Hard Labor

Rating: M (eventually will be)

Fandom: Legend of Korra

Character Paring: AmonxKorra, former MakoxKorra, MakoxAsami

Author's Notes: I really hope people like this, I am not very good at writing still so I am working on my grammar and flow as best I can. I ship this way too hard and couldn't resist! I would really like feedback if possible, whether it is grammatical errors, or something completely different like just saying you liked it, all is welcome!

A soft sigh escaped Korra's lips as she broke her concentration, there was movement upstairs and the large metal box containing her didn't help her hear what was happening. All she knew is that something wasn't going as Tarrlok planned. She listened carefully, trying to figure out what was going on out there but there wasn't much to help, The box mimicked any sound that came from her but muffled all those surrounding her. As she stood up in that box, a sound reached her ears. What was it? She pressed an ear against the cold metal. "Foot steps" then silence something had to be wrong. The box erupted into a circuit for electricity, taking her by surprise as shocks ran up her body, making her completely stiff. The bright blue sparks and energy moving through the air was the last thing she recalled before passing out.

Blinking her eyes, she tried to lift her head but failed miserably. Not only had the electricity shocked her, but her body was trying to recover from the temporary paralysis. She swallowed hard as she tried to move her head, all a weak effort to explore her new surroundings; another cell much larger than the last one, but not as clean. The bits of sand and mud on the floor as well as the smell were not encouraging to her nose, and hopes.

Closing her eyes again, she couldn't help as a groan left her lips she tried to push herself up but didn't have the energy. Her eyes quickly shot open when hearing the sound of footsteps near by and she found herself weakly staring at a pair of dark boots that she hoped didn't belong to her foe. Tilting her head up, Korra groaned louder as she realized her thoughts were correct. She looked away as she closed her eyes, hoping he would be fast when taking her bending, her will, herself, once and for all. She knew that was his goal from the beginning; eradicate all bending from the world, including the Avatar.

He looked down at her with interest beaming behind that mask. Not only was he pleased with his lieutenant, but he was also pleased with the sight before him. The Avatar, not only on her knees in front of him, but too weak to give some smart rebuttal, or bend anything at him for him to dodge. She looked up at him with hatred within her eyes, as if resenting his existence, like he did. He slowly crouched down so his knees were by her face. Gently he picked up her head by her hair, and although she hated every second of it, it didn't hurt as much as it potentially could have. "Hello Avatar," he said politely, although their circumstances where not, "Are you going to behave? Or do we need to chi block you regularly?"

She thought he heard his words correctly but she couldn't believe it, not only was he asking if she would behave, but he wasn't taking her bending. She opened her eyes to look up into the blue depths behind the mask. "And behave means what exactly?" she grimaced as the words came out, unable to speak without pain rippling through her. She knew that her bending was on the line, as well as her care, but she needed to know what he required as 'behaving.'

He couldn't help but give a quiet chuckle at the question. "My dear Avatar, behaving; do I need to get a dictionary?" he chuckled again as his finger moved under her chin caressing that soft tanned skin of hers. That action of his was only causing her to become uncomfortable. "Behaving: no bending, no smart comments, obedience," he said as he moved his hand across her cheek. She was rather lovely he had to admit. Not only was she smart, headstrong, and passionate, but she also possessed a natural beauty that was hard to come by.

Chills ran through her as his finger slowly traced her features. What was he playing at? She refrained from moving against or away from him, in fear of him having a quick reconsideration about her bending. She looked at him, his mask showing nothing, as he intended. As he moved his hand under her chin again she jerked her head back and scowled at him, "Why would I submit to you?" she sneered as she looked at him, trying to get any type of reaction from him, a short intake of breath, a small hand twitch, anything that showed he was human.

As her wild streak showed he couldn't help but smirk behind the mask, he allowed her head to drop, knowing she wouldn't allow her head to slam too hard. He stood up and looked down at her again, "It is all your choice…once you behave, you will have a much better life," he said calmly as he hit her swiftly at key points, disabling her bending for a short time.

As he walked out the door he nodded to the chi blockers outside the cell, indicating for her to be chained, "feed her at 7pm, I will give further instructions later," he ordered before walking down the halls to his office and suite. Knowing nobody was in his suite he pulled off his mask and breathed deeply, his self-control was the only thing that had kept him from completely dominating her.

Days had past since Korra had seen Amon, she was being fed regularly, and treated well enough, lead to a bathroom on a regular basis. Although she hated him for this treatment, she couldn't help but admit that it was better than the treatment most prisoners of war had. She wished she could take a shower and feel water around her again. They didn't allow her to bath, in fear of her bending. She barely ate the food she was given, not only from fear or something in it, but also out of defiance. She knew her situation wasn't going to change any time soon unless she did something.

She tried to plan her escape multiple times within her head, but every time she thought of a way out she realized it wouldn't work because of the guards that constantly surrounded her and her lack of elements. There had been a small drip within the ceiling of the metal cell, but they had fixed it the first night she was there. Her hopes were running low, not only was she weak from lack of exercise. But her body ached for nutrition, her muscles were not happy with her body every time she moved within her limited space. The chains didn't help her mobility or comfort.

She looked around the cell yet again trying to find a fault she can use to her own advantage. She blinked repeatedly trying to maintain her focus, breakfast had come and past this morning and she ate only one bite of rice and nothing else. She knew she was weak but as her eyesight wavered she came to fully realize how weak her body had become, a loud "help" slipped from her lips before her eyes closed. Head and body collapsing to the floor of the cell, her only thought before she passed out, was the hope she didn't die.