I didn't know what direction I was going to go in with this fanfiction, but I'm making a choice and I'm really pleased with the result.
DISCLAIMER: I don't condone the things I write about in my fanfiction irl unless the people involved are consenting adults and that's what gets their rocks off.
Far be it from me to judge people's sexual interests.
I HAVE SPOKEN.
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It was as if her screams reminded her of her humanity, and that the silence that surrounded Korra wasn't eating her ability to make noise. Her hand and shoulder had been attended to, what seemed like days prior, by silent, quietly diligent medics. They set the bones, and popped her arm back into its socket, the latter of which elicited a scream from the young Avatar, and quickly retreated. Any eye contact established had been purely by accident, and Korra found herself once again bathed in a dark and soundless expanse.
The sound of Amon entering the cell took a long time to register in Korra's brain; it had grown so accustomed to the silence that it made up sounds for company: the skittering of imaginary bugs, the white noise of wind, the voices of her predecessors...
Her chin was tilted up with a cupped hand and refreshing, abundant water poured over the lower half of her face, forcing Korra lips to extend and her tongue to protrude, catching all of the precious liquid that she could. She moaned in delight at the feeling of her unyielding thirst finally being quashed and she swallowed eagerly, leaning into the touch without thinking about who it could be. Her body slowly made contact with Amon's front and she hesitantly swayed side to side against his hard, flat chest piece.
Amon found himself gently smoothing the Avatar's disheveled hair, loops pulled out in all places from neglect, watching her drink greedily from his canteen. He wondered, even if she still had the ability to bend at this juncture, considering the chi blockers that periodically visited the girl in the night, would she have even thought of using the water to her advantage at this point? Amon wondered, casually watching Korra as she sucked the water into her waiting mouth.
Slowly her eyes began to focus and the pallid whiteness of Amon's mask against the dimly lit room came into terrifying relief.
Korra pulled back as far as she could, hissing slightly at the pull and pierce of her painful imprisonment, and growled angrily at the Equalist leader. It had always been others, others who came and quenched her thirst, why him? Why now?
"Get the fuck away from me." Korra spat the words at Amon, brows pursed together in unbridled rage. But there was something else too, Amon noted to himself, narrowing his eyes on her expression. He watched her for a long time, always allowing the silence to grant him access to her true feelings; she never could keep up any facade for long. Suddenly, the shame glowed brightly in those glacier blue eyes and Amon's chuckle of victory came out as a huffy scoff.
She was embarrassed. Embarrassed she had pushed her lithe, athletic body against his coat without even a second's scrutiny. So, when she was under the impression that he had been one of his men, had she not minded acting like a wonton slut in front of them? Amon mused, moving to a standing position to tower over the snarling Water Tribe girl. No wonder his men had all been eager to assist him in the Avatar's keepings. What did it matter with a nobody? Korra could deny it and no one would fault her, I mean, why would the Avatar do something so depraved?
Why indeed, why indeed.
