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Sorry this took a few days longer then expected. It is a longer chapter, though. I hope you enjoy it! I will be gone for a week, but expect a chapter right after that. I will do my absolute best to upload as soon as I get back. Anyways, comment as to how this fic is turning out. I'm curious to know what you all think x) Enjoy! (sorry for any typos and all, btw)

Warning: graphic violence and torture :(


Day 3:
Korra could not tell how long it had been since she and Asami had been taken. Probably a day, maybe even two. Each hour blended into the next, and no one had bothered her, other than when they brought her meals.

The chains and cuffs still weighed down her limbs, causing her to not movie much at all. Korra found herself constantly using the cuffs and chains as weight lifts. With all her free time, she filled it with lifting metal, meditating, and just think of her future, if she was to have one.

The young Avatar had tried connecting to Jinora through the spirit world numerous times, but she was unsuccessful. Something about the area blocked most of her spiritual connection. This left Korra to sit and think for hours on end.

The thoughts wondered through her mind about her life, her family, the world. She had thought about her mother and father back in the South and how much she missed them. Last winter was the last time she had seen them, and it was too long ago. Her parents meant the world to her, just like Asami, because they were her family. All three of them, even Mako and Bolin and Opal, Tenzin, Pema and the kids, Kya and Bumi, Lin and Su. They all were apart of Korra's life, and they had all contributed something to her, whether it was training or love or friendship.

Her mind dwelt on the future. Of course her family was always going to be full of all those in her past, but the future was mysterious. Was she going to marry Asami? Was that even a possiblity, means that they'd only been together like seven or eight months? Why am I seriously thinking about this? It's stupid! The Water Tribe girl thought as she rolled her eyes at herself. Like Asami would want to start a family with me. I'm the Avatar, and she's Future Industries' CEO. Who am I kidding? Why would two of the busiest people on the planet want to have children? We wouldn't have time with them!

Her train of thought was interrupted by a fist slamming itself on the platinum door. A voice, low but powerful, ordered, "We're moving out in two. You better be on your best behavior, Avatar, especially with the special guest we're having."

Korra stretched herself upwards, pulling the tensed muscles in her back and shoulders. She had been slumped over for a long time, and a knot in her right shoulder ached, further annoying that she could not stretch it out.

Slowly, the door slipped open, and a bulky man that was not Quang unlatched her chains from the bottom of the cell. He pulled her to stand up, then drug her to a long metal plate. As her skin met the platinum, the chill of the plate sent a shiver through Korra's body. The man clicked all of the locks and rechecked them all after to make sure there was no way the woman could break free.

Two more men appeared in the doorway of the room. One was Quang, and the other must have been his brother. He stood about three inches taller than Quang, at a towing six foot four. The hood still shaded his eyes, and only a straight expression was held on his face. Forming the first words, his lips curled open, and he said, "Let's go. We're already late for the meeting. Load her on the truck, and Quang and I will follow behind you both on the bikes."

The man next to Korra nodded in response. Grunting, he pushed the Avatar and the slab she was attached to into a truck. There were two wheels at the bottom of the metal slab, making it easily mobile. Of course, the platinum was incredibly heavy, but the man still managed to pull her up the ramp and into the back of the truck. Once Korra was secured, the doors of the back of the vehicle were closed, leaving the young Avatar in the darkness.


The arrival of the three men and Korra was later then expected. Asami knew Korra was going to be with them, but the thought of possibly seeing her love broken and bruised left her stomach churning. For the second time in her life, she had prayed to the spirits that they had not touched Korra, having that the only other time that she had prayed was for her mother to come back after she had been murdered.

The heiress was blindfolded and brought into another room. A man guided her through the halls of the basement. After turning multiple corners, she was set on a chair and this time chained with a heavy metal, instead of the regular cuffs they had on her. Platinum. They were definitely bringing Korra.

After a few minutes of waiting in the chair blindfolded, Asami could hear something. That something was similar to the sound of a cart being rolled inside the room. It was steadied against the far wall opposite of Asami. The blindfold was then ripped from her, exposing Korra, chained to a large metal plate.

Crystal, sharp blue eyes met shining emerald ones. Both women's eyes carried an immense amount of concern and worry. They looked over each other from opposite sides of the room, both expecting to find the other battered. To their surprise, neither of them had seen no torture.

The leader then stepped forward to the center of the room, carrying a radio, and spoke, "Now, our mission was to assassinate the President, but we have failed. He had suspected our attack, and due to his escape, we have no idea where he might be hiding. That is why you two are here," he glanced at both Korra and Asami, then continued, "I'm sure you are both very important people to him and his city. I doubt he would let the Avatar or the CEO of the world's largest corporation pass because of his own life. Now, please, Chief Beifong, if you would tell the location of President Raiko."

There was no response from the other side of the radio. Dropping the device and hanging up the speaker, he walked over to the side of the room. "I know one of you has to know a possible safe house for President Raiko. Why don't you tell me where it is?"

He impatiently started tapping his fingers on a nearby table. The room was enveloped in complete silence.

"No one cares to speak up?" he finally questioned, "Fine, I'll make sure someone does, means that no one at the station wants to report my call to the Chief."

A man walked up to the radio, turning it back on, but leaving the microphone on the side of the box.

The hooded figure then made his way over to Asami, cupping her jaw. Sharply, she pulled back. Her eyes kept a stead focus on his, trying to maintain a fight for dominance, but the raven haired beauty was in no position to be aggressive.

The man took a glance back at Korra, whose brows were furrowed. Her expression spoke for her: Don't you dare fucking touch my girlfriend. He disobeyed and took Asami by the jaw again, turning her to face him square on. Again, the heiress pulled away. With her response, he quickly lifted his left hand and slapped her.

A yelp was heard from across the room, "Stop!" It was Korra. Her gaze turned from aggression to a more passive, shocked look, but her fists were clenched.

"You have an answer as to where I can find the President?"

"I don't know where his safe house is. Neither of us do. Only he and the Chief know. I swear, we know nothing." Her voice was slightly shaky, and her words were clear. She was telling the truth.

Ming Yun stood tall, again, facing the young Avatar. One of his brows rose, "Are you sure you don't know of any place where he might be? Maybe even the slightest clue?"

Korra let out a muffled "no" in response. The concern on her face continued to grow.

"Well, that's a shame because, now, we can only hope that the Chief picks up to answer my question," the hooded figure's voice grew louder, trying to address the matter to those on the other end of the radio. There was still no response from the box in the middle of the room.

Ming Yun nodded his head at Korra. As a response, the man nearest to her pulled out a large piece of cloth and tied it around her mouth.

"One last chance," Ming Yun said sternly, "Reveal Raiko's location, or I will let the Avatar and Miss Sato pay for your inactions."

The Water Tribe girl's eyes suddenly expanded, with worry filling them. "Mmhhrrffff!" She tried yelling, but nothing made it past the cloth stuck in her mouth.

A sudden pain shot through the right side of her face. Wincing, she looked up to find the man that had gagged her standing over her. He cracked his knuckles and laid another full punch across her face. This one started the dizziness. Korra could barely keep her head straight, and she could almost not make out the pain on Asami's face. The raven haired beauty was yelling something, but after a few hits, Korra was left stunned. Her vision was somewhat blurred, her hearing was dull, and everything ached.

Asami could clearly see what was happening in front of her: Korra was being beaten to death. She was pleading for them to stop, to even take her life instead of Korra's. The tears had welded up after the second punch met Korra's cheek. She was quickly drowned in her sorrows. Watching the love of her life being slowly killed tore every piece of Asami down.

By the seventh punch, Korra's nose started to let down a waterfall of blood. It dripped down on her chin, then made its way slowly down her neck. The tan woman's face also started swelling, along with her right eye. By the final punch, she was left almost lifeless. The only reason she was still fighting for life was because of Asami.

The brutality finally was put to a quick stop. To Asami it had only lasted a couple of minutes, but for Korra it felt like she had been beaten for hours. A smear of red liquid laid on her left cheek, and the blood still flowed from her nose. A few drops of blood from her mouth also followed the already made trail down her neck. Stained, the whole top of her blue uniform was covered with pools of red and brown. The Avatar had been broken physically.

Once Korra's beating was over with, a man stepped in front of Asami. Korra's consciousness was slipping; although, she was still able to make out a giant figure blocking her view of Asami. She panicked. "D-d-durnt...urhhh durhh...tuffch h-er." It was hard to make any sound, means that she was still gagged, but the young Avatar managed to mumble out some words. Her entire body ached, her voice was choppy, and there was a constant scratchy sting caught in the middle of her throat, causing the Water Tribe girl to put all her energy into generating a few sounds.

There was no response to Korra, but the man in the hood walked closer to the radio and started speaking in a harsh tone, "Reveal Raiko's location now, or else Miss Sato is next. The Avatar is half way to loosing her life, and now, Miss Sato is will be on her way there. Where is Raiko?"

Korra's eyes welded up with tears because no one from the box responded. After waiting just a minute, the room was filled with silence, until Ming Yun motioned towards Asami. Both women had terrified looks on their faces: Asami's face had already somewhat swollen from the tears she shed when Korra was being beaten, and as for Korra, she put all her might into battling the chains and cuffs that kept her restrained. Of course it didn't do her any good; she was only just expressing her anger and pain.

The man that stood in front of Asami raised his right hand into a fist. At this moment, Korra couldn't take what was going to happen. With the burning in her throat, she pushed through the pain, screaming behind the bloody cloth in her mouth. Right before Asami was hit, Korra could see the sorrow and defeat in the raven beauty's eyes. Tear drops formed in both green eyes as she stared at her struggling girlfriend. She made no sound, and the man started the first swing at her.