A/N: Written for the Probending Circuit
Prompts:
Word- Cheese
Character- Kuvira
Quote- "Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before." -Steven Wright
Word count- 1,291
She opened her eyes to the same sight she had for the past…how long had it been exactly? She couldn't be sure, as every day, at exactly the same time, her eyes popped open, almost as if it was pre-ordained.
The walls around her were platinum. The cuffs suspending her from the ceiling, with arms behind her back, were platinum. Even the only other pieces of furniture in the room: a chair and a table, were also made out of platinum. The room smelled oddly of cheese. A scent that, even after all this time, she couldn't identify the source of.
Kuvira hung from the ceiling, the breeze from the air vents trailing over her otherwise sweating form, chilling her skin and raising goose bumps across it. Taking a deep breath, she shut her eyes hard briefly, willing the next sight to change, to be something other than the exact same thing it had been since she had awakened in this nightmare. Hoping against hope, she snapped her head right, taking in the only thing in the room that wasn't made of platinum: the calendar.
She coughed, groaning and dropping her head down to let out a sigh, her long, dark hair falling around her face to make a screen. "Why," she whimpered. "Why is this happening to me?" Because indeed, the calendar was showing the same thing it had as it had the past…however long she had been stuck in this infinite loop. It was once again the same day as the previous, as if the calendar had been repaired by magic.
That calendar…that damn calendar. It was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, it was a constant reminder of the horror she was living out day after day. On the other, it was the only thing that was stopping her from going mad with confusion. It was the only thing that had allowed her to figure out what exactly was going on. With no windows, and nothing else in the room to indicate the passing of time, she would have gone mad long before figuring it out.
As insane as it sounded…as ridiculous as she would have thought it could be…somehow…someway…the same day was repeating itself, day after day, after day. It was like clockwork. Every morning, at precisely the same time, (at least as far as she could tell) Korra and Asami would enter the room to administer her punishment, as if it were the first day all over again.
It had been Su's idea, surprising the former dictator. Either she could go to prison for her whole life with little to no chance of bail, or she could be given over to Korra and Asami for a special punishment, at the end of which, if both Satos decided that she had been properly rehabilitated and was properly repentant…then she would be allowed to rejoin society. Or she could be executed…
To her, the choice had been obvious. She didn't want to be executed, no matter how much she or the world may think she deserved it, and, quite frankly, jail frightened her. She dreaded going in, and then never coming out, going mad within the confines of her cell, mind and body wasting away slowly, until there was nothing left of the former Earth Empire ruler. Even now the thought made her shiver, the platinum on her body tinkling and clinking with each movement.
She no longer fought the restraints. She no longer saw the point. Nothing would change, and all she would manage to do would be to exhaust herself, the platinum leaving her wrists and ankles sore. It wasn't worth it.
Every day the same thing, in the same order, everything identical. And no matter what she tried, no matter how she tried to persuade them, Korra and Asami refused to listen, looking at her as if she were mad.
And how do you know you aren't, her mind proposed as she hung helplessly, twisting in her bonds, her nude body open to the elements, the spreader bar keeping her legs parted, her sensitive flesh on display. She shook her head, a dark chuckle escaping her lips. "The sad, terrible truth is that you don't," she mumbled. "For all you know you're hallucinating all of this. In reality you're in a straight jacket, in a nice soft room, far away from anyone or anything that could see you, and far away from anyone you could possibly hurt…everyone except yourself."
She shook her head. In all honesty, that would be far more appealing than reliving this one single day over, and over, and over again. At least then, time would actually be passing in a meaningful way. At least then, though she was suffering from the same punishment day in and day out, there would be some variation in what Korra and Asami would choose to do to her, and in the end, it would lead to the one thing she prayed to the spirits for, day in and day out…relief. An end to the punishment, even an inkling of a chance. That would be better than all the riches of the United Earth Empire she had once tried to rule put together.
The screech of the door opening dragged her from her thoughts, and she raised her head, observing the two figures that had stepped in, closing and locking the door behind them.
Both women were dressed minimally, matching corsets of red and blue, heels of the same, and red and blue panties, accompanied by a garter belt and stockings. Both wore long gloves, Asami's of red, and Korra's of blue, that went from fingertip to elbow. The elder Sato carried a bag, which she dropped on the floor with a clunk. Kuvira knew what it held by now, and even now felt shameful moisture gathering between her legs at the thought of her punishment to come. Her cheeks burned and she dropped her gaze from the married couple before her, unable to look them in the eyes. Asami's held cold anger, her smirk one of hatred that said, "I have you right where I want you and you're never getting out. Korra's held pity and understanding, and yet a grim resolution that this had to be done.
She looked up, watching as Asami unzipped the bag and pulled out a small handle, turning to Kuvira.
"Well then," she began, even as Korra walked over to stand next to the calendar. "We all know why we're here." She pressed a button on the handle, an electrified whip extending out with a pop, which the Sato flourished, electricity sparking the air. "Why don't we get started?
Korra ripped the calendar page off, and Kuvira sighed, knowing that, until she figured a way out of this, the page would be back just as it was before when she woke again.
"Please," she whispered plaintively, not knowing what else to do, searching for some reason this could be happening to her. "Please I'm sorry."
Asami snorted in disbelief. "Right, and I'm the Dark Lord Vaatu. Korra, shut her up would you?"
Kuvira protested, even as Korra approached with a gag. "No, wait, please. I'm sure there's something I can do to make it up to you. Something I can say. Right now I'm having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before. If I could just have a minute to thinmmphh." She was silenced when the gag was put in to place, Korra smiling apologetically at her.
Asami flourished the whip once more. "That's better." She cracked the whip, her tongue darting out and across her ruby lips, an evil grin forming on her face. "Now let's begin."
A/N: Had a blast with this one. Sorry if there are any mistakes, as I wrote it in about an hour or so, so let me know. As always let me know what you think. Reviews, follows and favorites are all encouraged and appreciated. Enjoy!