AN: Another chapter yet again. I do try to remove as much of the grammar mistakes as I can, but I'm not perfect.

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Chapter 2

The young Southern women eyed the black haired beauty up and down. She bit her lip anxiously and narrowed her eyes slightly. She thought of what to say to the pale woman that she held. She wanted to be sure they had the right one. Finally, she seemed to have found some words that the woman would understand.

"You... Asami?" she asked slowly.

The eyes of the other woman shot open wide in shock. She nodded slowly, her heart beating a mile a minute. "Y-yes..."

The Southerner smiled wide. "Good..." she slowly released Asami from her embrace and dug her tanned hand into her traditional water tribe clothes. She pulled out a sheet of paper and gave it to Asami.

Her hand were shaking when she took the sheet from the other woman and started to read.

It was a poster that would reward anyone who would bring Asami Sato, heiress of Hiroshy and Yasuko Sato, back safe and sound. The text had been printed in three different languages. One of which was the tongue of the Southern and Northern Water Tribe.

These people were here to save her. Tears slowly streamed over her cheeks as reality sunk in. She'd go home. After all these weeks. Finally... her nightmare was finally over.

Asami couldn't help herself and wrapped her arms around the other woman. She ignored the pain and soreness of her body and sobbed against the tanned neck from pure happiness.

Strong arms held her again and gentle hands made an attempt to stroke her back for comfort. She winced when those hands made contact and slowly pulled back. Her breaths short and ragged. She shook her head. "They hurt me..." she whispered, her green eyes now focussed to the floor

The Southerner narrowed her eyes, two warm hands cupped the face of the damaged woman and made her look up. Emeralds locked with sapphires. "Show..." she asked softly.

Asami froze by the request. Her heart caught in her throat when she looked into those kind eyes. She nodded slowly and started to turn. The other woman stopped her and moved behind her instead. She had used the sheet that served as her blanket to cover up her back in an attempt to keep dirt out of her wounds. She whimpered softly when the fabric was removed and the infested wounds were exposed.

She felt fingertips slide over her back. Gently pressing on certain places of the soft skin and to examine how bad the wounds were. The caramel skinned woman said something to the men of her tribe in their own tongue. They seemed to ask her something and she repeated her question again. They nodded and returned with the oil lamp that was now placed next to Asami who looked over her shoulder. One of the men had also given her a water pouch.

"try relax." The woman behind her said as she repositioned herself. The raven haired woman eventually found herself sitting between her legs. Her bare back still to the Southerner. She nodded to the woman's words.

Asami turned her gaze to the wall when she suddenly noticed a faint glow that suddenly lid up the prison. The light had nothing to do with the oil lamp. Before she could turn her head to look over her shoulder, she felt the pain of her back suddenly subside and disappear.

It can't be. Is she...? Is she a bender...? she thought. She had her hands on the floor, leaned forward a bit and tried to enjoy this euphoric feeling to the fullest.

The treatment went on for several minutes before the faint glow slowly disappeared again. She let out a longing sigh. The pain slowly returned but less violent than before. She reached to the place on her back where her wounds were. They didn't feel warm to the touch anymore and although they still hurt upon touch, she knew that the infection was gone. There was a scab that protected the wound. She put her hand back where it came from and felt something warm and soft being put over her shoulders.

The Southerner had put her parka over Asami's shoulders and moved back to where she could see her. The damaged woman smiled at her and whispered a soft 'thank you' which was answered by a bright smile.

The younger woman sat down before her, her legs crossed. She wore a light blue sleeveless top that hugged her body at all the right places. Her toned arms looked amazing and Asami couldn't help but stare as her biceps moved under tanned skin. She was snapped back to reality when she noticed that the woman reached another water pouch at her. "Drink." She said and she didn't have to tell her twice.

She brought the pouch to her pink lips after she removed the cork and drank like there was no tomorrow. The liquid was cool and refreshing to her raw and sore throat. She sighed happily and swallowed a final time before she removed the pouch from her lips again and handed it back to the woman before her.

She smiled when she took the pouch back from the other woman. She placed it next her on the wooden floor. "You... feel better?" she said, not sure about the words being the right ones that came from her mouth.

Asami nodded. "Yes. Thank you again... I..." she suddenly realized that she didn't even knew her name. "I'm sorry... what's... your name?" she asked slowly.

The Southerner narrowed her eyes slightly as if she let the words sink in and thought of an answer. She moved her hand to her chest. "Name, Korra." She moved her hand to Asami and smiled. "You Asami, yes?"

Asami couldn't help but smile and nod. "Yes... I...-" she flinched and her eyes grew wide in fear when she heard the door slam open. Before she knew it, Korra had turned her around and she sat with her back against the Southerner's frame. Tanned arms securely around her weakened form. Her head leaned on Asami's shoulder. She heard her whisper in her ear. "Safe... no be... scared..."

Asami took a deep shuddering breath. She leaned back slowly. Wanting to disappear and vanish in the Southerner that provided so much protection and warmth. She moved a hand to Korra's warm neck and hid her face in the crook of her neck on the opposite side of where her hand was.

A familiar stench found it's way to Asami's nose and she started to tremble again. She heard footsteps come their way.

They're back...! They're back! Oh please... Please leave me alone...

She didn't dare to move. Her entire body tensed when the sound stopped, followed by metal hitting wood. She flinched and gasped in pure terror. One of Korra's arms found it's way around her waist and pulled her closer. She heard a growl coming from the water tribe teen as she pressed the raven haired beauty against her form. Asami tried her best to ignore the pain that Korra's embrace was causing her. Her ribs and abdomen caused the most out of everything else.

"Dinner time bitches..." he glared down at the two young women and muttered something under his breath. He eyed them up and down, clearly weighting down his options, before he turned around again and walked away. The death stare he had received from the tanned teen had probably helped in his choice to just walk away as well.

With a loud slam, he door was closed once again.

It took Asami an extra minute or two before she dared to move again. Her heart was racing and she felt sick. They hadn't touched her. They had left her alone. She looked at the small metal plate that had been put on the wooden floor in front of them. it contained moulded bread and something that once had been fruit. She didn't want to eat it but it was that or starvation.

When she wanted to reach for it, a hand stopped her from leaning forwards. She looked at the woman who held her with a puzzled look present on her face. Sapphires looked down at her and locked with her emeralds.

"No." she simply said. "That bad food." She turned her gaze to the tallest tribe member and motions him to come closer. He sat in their opposite position and faced them with a bright smile. "Asami. Tonraq." She said and moved her hand from Asami to the man in front of them. "Tonraq. Asami." She then said and moved her hand the other way around this time.

Tonraq gave Asami a polite bow with his head. "Plausing."

Korra chuckled and shook her head. "Pleasure." She said with a snicker at Tonraq's attempt to say a word in a tongue that wasn't his own.

He smirked and nodded. "Pleasure." He then said.

Asami couldn't help but smile and returned the polite gesture with a bit of trouble. She felt a gentle poke against her side. She looked at Korra, curious.

"He... my father." She said and saw green eyes go wide in shock.

"No..."

"Yes." She smiled happily and turned her gaze back to her father who's hands had disappeared.

Tonraq shuffled with his hands underneath his parka, looking for something. When his hands emerged from their hiding place, he held an apple and a piece of bread the size of his hand. He held the two items and reached them to Asami to take.

"No no... I can't... I..." she heard her stomach growl in disagreement. She blushed when both Korra and Tonraq laughed softly.

"You eat..." the tanned woman said and took the bread from her father's hand and put it in Asami's. "More." She added and gestured over at Tonraq who winked and nodded. The other men did the same as Tonraq had done. Their hands under their parka's and they emerged with food.

How had they been able to pull this off? They had been sold by another slaver. Had he not rid them of their possessions before selling them? Or had it all been a trick...?

She had no more time to think it over. She was encouraged by Tonraq and his daughter to eat. So she did. Slowly. She wanted to savour the taste. Never in her life had she been more happier with the taste of simple bread and a piece of an apple. All three of them enjoyed their so called dinner and Korra had started some small talk with her father.

Slow but surely, the hours passed. The oil lap that had lid up the dark prison, had been blown out by one of the tribes men. They all found a place to sleep.

Both women eventually laid down on the floor, Asami placed her head on Korra's shoulder. A tanned arm around her pale shoulders that held her in a secure embrace. She was warm, smelled like smoke and salt. A strange combination but the black haired beauty enjoyed the scent nonetheless. She felt her eyelids grow heavier by the second and before the damaged woman knew it, she had fallen asleep.

Sleep had come easily for her but it didn't mean that her nightmares didn't occur. She tossed and turned in her sleep. Her movement caused Korra to wake up in the middle of the night. She blinked a few times. She saw the young woman squirm and whimper in her sleep. Her face a mix of fear and pain. She was breathing fast but shallow. Even in her own dreams she's not safe... she thought sadly. She heard another choked cry and decided to reposition herself. She sat with her back against the wall and pulled Asami between her legs and on top of herself. She let her head rest on her chest and tenderly stroke her black hair. "{Shhhh... It's alright... I'm here... you're safe now}." She whispered.

Asami slowly stopped moving around so much and settled down. The started to breathe normal again and her facial expression turned back to normal.

Korra smiled and continued to stroke Asami's black hair for a little while longer. She listened to the soft respiration of the heiress which was now slow and without a sign of fear. "{I'm here...}" she mumbled before she slowly drifted off to the land of dreams.