Warning: This chapter contains sexual scenes and violence (just how we like it! xD).

Please do note that Korra is 18 years old in this story!

Enjoy! :3

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Chapter 2: Behaving

Thinking back through the time, Korra decided that she had never slept this uncomfortably before. Truly, a hard-surfaced plank bed and a thin, worn blanket provided nearly as little comfort as possible. It felt just like sleeping on the concrete floor, leaving her body stiff and her muscles sore. She had gained only very little sleep because of all the thoughts which had roamed in her mind, creating nightmares and waking her constantly. Korra decided that she would not even try to get some decent sleep anymore; she knew it was an impossibility right here and now. No point in even trying.

In lack of better things to do, Korra sat up on the sorry excuse for a bed and listened. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could recognize sounds in and around the building and thus figure out where she was being held captured. She needed to know what she was working with before she could even attempt a proper escape. He first guess was that they were underground – perhaps in the sewers, or even in a secret underground building complex, although such a thing would have been a huge challenge to create, especially on such short notice. She doubted that Amon had had the time to create such a complex building during the few weeks he had been in Republic City. Or had he been here longer than that, stayed hidden until his army of Equalists were big enough for him to reveal himself without fearing the Police Force? Korra honestly did not know.

When she concluded that neither sound nor smell could help her identify her location precisely, she decided that perhaps she could make the guard outside her door reveal some useful information with which she could work and plan from.

Stretching her back longingly, she strode to where she remembered the door had been, still having a bit of trouble keeping the balance. Whatever Amon had done to her, it had really weakened her body in more than one way. She let her hands glide along the wall, finding the door with ease. Instead of hard concrete, the door was made from cool metal. It was easy feeling the difference. Hammering her fist against the slightly budging metal surface repeatedly, she caught the guard's attention. Korra stepped aside, expecting the door to be opened, but instead a small opening came into view as the guard slid a metal lid aside from the outside.

"What?" the man grumbled in annoyance, glaring tiredly at her through a pair of green-glassed goggles. It was clear that he had just awoken because of her.

"I need to go to the toilet," Korra replied, faking anxiousness. The man snorted.

"Use the bucket in the corner for now," came his reply monotonously. Just as he was about to close the lid, Korra stopped him.

"Wait! What about shower?" she then asked. Without words, the man pointed at the bucket of water by her bed.

"Anything else?" grumbled said man, sounding like he was on the verge to great annoyance. Clearly not a morning person, Korra noted.

"Can you tell me where I am?" She did not expect him to reveal such important information to her, but it was worth a try. The guard gave her a cold look and shut the opening without further notice. In some way, Korra had not expected much else from him. He clearly hated his job as a guard.

Oh well, Korra thought. Maybe I have more luck with other guards.

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After what seemed like an eternity to Korra, she heard voices outside the door. Sitting up on the plank bed, she readied herself mentally for whoever visitor she might get. In some way, she hoped it was Amon. She had so many questions to be answered – and so much wrath to release on him. But mostly she hoped it was not him. She was not ready to face him again already.

The door was unlocked by a click, and in came the tall guy who had untied her arms not too many hours ago. Outside her cell awaited two other men.

"Come with me, Avatar. Amon wishes to speak to you," said the man. Without waiting for her reply, he grabbed a hold of her upper arm and dragged her out of the darkened room. Again, Korra found herself blinded by the lamps, having adjusted her eyes to the darkness. She blinked rapidly, gaining more sight for each time. She was brought out in a long, narrow hallway, the walls of which were equipped with electric lamps every ten meters, providing only the necessary amount of light, and no more.

Before they moved on down the hallway, the tall man held out Korra's arms and allowed the two other men free access to her back.

"What-" the girl began, but the following pain cut her off. The men pressed their fingers into certain nerve points in her back, sending jolts of pain though her body and created a feeling of total weakness. Once done, they started walking.

"We blocked your chi paths," explained one of the men coldly. Korra was confused, but held in her questions. She would have Amon answer all of them, himself.

At the end of the hallway came three different ways. They turned right and continued down another hallway, which was not nearly as narrow as the first one. The floor had changed from the cold, hard concrete to wood instead, and the temperature was a bit more comfortable here. Korra did not know where they were going exactly, but she was sure she was going to enjoy the warmth of the new destination while she could.

She was led through another few doors and hallways, until they stopped in front of a wooden door. The tall man knocked thrice.

"The Avatar is here, sir," said he, awaiting.

"Come in," allowed Amon's voice from the other side of the door. By his mere voice, Korra felt her body tense and her anger boil. That bastard!

The door was opened, and Korra was dragged inside, then pushed toward the desk behind which a certain man with a certain porcelain mask was sitting, his hands folded expectantly on the wooden surface in front of him.

"Good morning, Avatar," said the mask nonchalantly as the door behind her was shut. "Please, take a seat." He motioned for the chair next to her. His hospitality, whether fake or genuine, confused her. But she was not to be fooled.

"Amon," Korra hissed hatefully and had to resist the urge to charge toward the man. Oh, how she wanted him to bleed. But in her state she could not even harm him the slightest, and she knew. Her only weapon was now verbal. She chose to sit, for now.

"Have you slept well?" continued the man provocatively, goading Korra with his irrelevant chatter. Korra frowned even deeper.

"Cut the crap, Amon," growled the girl, still tempted to hurt the man before her. "Tell me; what have you done to me!?" The painted smile met her eyes, provoking her even more. Amon chuckled lightly and leaned back in his chair.

"Relax, Avatar," he said casually. "The effect is only temporary." Korra's blue eyes narrowed.

"How do I know you are not lying?" she asked, her voice thick of anger. Amon shrugged.

"You would have to trust me on this," he said, amused by the sceptical expression that took over Korra's face. "As I said earlier, I have plans for you. And you are not that lucky to have taken your bending away yet. That pleasure is saved until your role as the Avatar no longer benefits me and my plans."

Pleasure!? Korra's mind echoed incredulously, causing a very bitter smile onto the Avatar's heated face. He was toying with her, confusing her with his indirect threats. Compared to what was his purification a pleasure? What was he planning to put her through, which she would willingly trade her bending to escape from? A pang of fear hit her as she realized that, perhaps, there were even worse things he could do to her. No, she reassured herself. He can put me through whatever he wants, but I will not allow him to take away my bending permanently.

Pushing away all thoughts, she focused on the man in front of her once again, her expression revealing her entire dislike for him.

"I demand to know what you are planning to do with me," Korra finally said, surprising Amon with her sudden change of tone. Instead of a growling hatred, she now displayed a cool and calculated seriousness which he had not expected her to able to mobilize in her current situation. The man leaned back in his chair.

"Have patience, young Avatar," came his grave reply, making the girl clench her fists in anger. "You will find out soon enough, I assure you." Korra sneered at him. Of course, the man refused to reveal his plans. When she escaped, she would have nothing to tell the others. Except for one thing, she remembered all of a sudden, having forgot the hazy memory from the night before.

"You are a bender," Korra stated suddenly. "Have you any idea of how your brainwashed goons would react if they found out?" A sly smile crept onto her lips, only shortly, until Amon spoke:

"Tell them whatever you want, Avatar. They would not believe you the slightest bit." His posture and voice told her that he was not fooling her; he really did not fear her attempt at blackmailing him. Korra frowned. To think that such an important information was completely useless to her...

Unless..., she thought, that sly smile emerging again. Unless I can force him to use it in front of some Equalists. If just one or two of them witness Amon Blood bend, his whole army will shatter because of his betrayal.

As if having read her mind, Amon stood up, shocking Korra with his sudden movement. He went to her chair, crouched down to her level, and grabbed her chin roughly with his bare hand, his nails digging into her flesh. Korra tried to yank out of his painful hold, but his strength surpassed hers by far in her current state. He stared her down with those darkened, golden eyes hidden behind that damned porcelain mask of his.

"I will never ever bend before my own people, so do not even try to make me. You will fail. I have many other ways of defeating you if you try anything." A shiver ran up Korra's spine. Amon's very proximity, his painful touch, his unfaltering stare; she was once again reminded why she hated and feared this man so much. His effect on her was unlike anything she had ever experienced, except toward Tarrlok, whom she only felt hate for. A strong hate. But Amon surpassed him by far.

Nodding in understanding, Korra's face was released. She lifted her weak hand to caress her sore chin shortly, sending the man stares as he went back to his chair behind the desk.

"Which leads me to something else, although just as important," the mask continued, pressing the tips of his fingers together in front of him. "As long you stay here, I wish for you to behave. This way, it will be more pleasant for me and thus also for you. If you behave to my liking, you might even be rewarded. But mark my words, Avatar; if you cause trouble, you will be punished."

A sour frown erupted on the girl's tanned features. Spirits, she hated to be treated like a child; praised if behaving, scolded if not. And she would be sure to show Amon just how willing she was to obeying him in this. She stood up abruptly, triggering same action from Amon.

"You are in no position to tell me what to do and what not to do," she hissed defiantly, noticing how those golden eyes narrowed behind their porcelain prison.

"You will do as I tell you, or face the consequences," almost growled the man back at her. Ah, she could piss him off. How delightful, she mused with that foxy smirk again. If her intentions were visible on her features, even for a moment, he ignored it, for in the next second Korra let her arm glide over the surface of the desk, shoving stacks of paper, pens, notes, and one particularly fashionable lamp, down, letting it all fall to the floor. Said lamp was crushed from the impact. Korra's eyes never left Amon's in the process, seeing as they narrowed in danger.

For a moment, Korra was unsure if he was even going to react; then, quickly, he was on her, grabbing her throat and forcing her upper body down upon the now-cleared wooden surface with such force that Korra felt dazed for a moment, the back of her head throbbing.

"Do not push your luck, Avatar," hissed the man above her. "I am giving you a chance to earn yourself liberties that could make your time here less horrible, maybe even somewhat enjoyable. Let this be my last warning before things get serious. One more such action, and you will regret ever setting foot in that temple. Understood?" Gasping for air, Korra nodded. But Amon's words did not affect her. He needed her alive, and a bender. What kind of punishment could he possibly let her go through that would not harm either of those?

She was released, and her lungs drew greedy portions of air into her chest. Still panting, she smiled cockily. Who was he to command her around like this?

"Amon?" she said, making the man turn to her again after his attempt to return to his seat. Just as his face had turned enough, Korra gathered all her oral fluids and spat him right between his two eye openings.

Korra had thought it was the right thing for her to do, to signalize that she would not budge under his words. But as Amon once again pressed her down onto the desk, his entire body covering hers, she was not so sure anymore. This time he said nothing; the malicious look in his eyes spoke for itself.

Korra gasped in surprise when the man pressed a finger against her arms in a certain pattern, leaving her arms numb and lifeless. Teal eyes widened. Such a dirty trick!

Through his mask, Korra could feel Amon's warm breath somewhat even, but a few sharp intakes revealed that he was truly angry now.

Much to Korra's surprise, Amon moved his hands to her chest and squeezed her breasts in a forceful way, making the girl's eyes widen in horror and realization. What was he planning to put her through, which she would willingly trade her bending to escape from?; now she had a guess. A guess which she did not like at all.

Unable to defend herself, and with a mind unable to gather the right comment to say, Korra could only watch as the Equalist Leader let his hands roam over her body a bit too roughly for her to ever enjoy. He watched her intensely, his shaded glance piercing into hers, reminding her of the power distribution between them, both physical and mental.

With a smirk, which Korra luckily could not see, Amon let a hand glide into the girl's pants, aiming for one certain place to touch. As his finger reached its destination, Korra's eyes widened even further.

"Do not look at me like that, young Avatar; you brought this upon yourself. Now, enjoy it while it lasts," the masked man over her said coolly, rubbing his finger against that bundle of nerves that caused unwanted waves of pleasure to roll though her body, spreading a longing warmth in the lower part of her belly. Heat rose to the Avatar's face; she knew very well where this would lead her, dreading the moment to come. She would rather kiss Amon's dirty boots hundred of times than having such a private release in front of him. His tactic was torture through humiliation. She bit her lower lip. Good spirits, she hated that man!

As Korra was being pushed closer to the peak of pleasure, Amon stopped briefly, only to slip two fingers into her now wet core instead. The sudden pain made her arch her head back against the table, transforming her breathing into uncontrolled gasps of air. Damned be the seal of virginity, Korra's inner hissed, knowing that the pain was only momentarily, although still unbearable.

Knowing just what Korra was thinking, a sly smile crept onto Amon's lips. The Avatar was a virgin. How horribly perfect. There were better ways to take advantage of the pain it brought her than this.

Korra was relieved, although still embarrassed and in pain, when Amon withdrew his fingers.

"This should do it for now," said the masked man and retreated to his seat. "But believe me when I say that I am ready to take your punishment much farther than just this. And you will experience this for yourself if you keep up that stubborn and defiant behaviour of yours.

Shocked, Korra managed to push herself on feet, refraining from looking at the man observing her silently.

"You are a monster," she hissed lowly, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"I am everything you want me to be, Avatar. It depends on how you behave," replied Amon coolly, his golden eyes watching her in silent triumph since he had just witnessed how easy the girl was to break. The first irremovable scar on her soul and mind had been made. And there were many more to come.

"Lieutenant!" called Amon then suddenly, startling Korra, who was still fighting to escape his presence. The door was opened and the man from before entered. So this man was Amon's second-in-command? Honestly, Korra did not care. All she wanted was to get away, and that fast.

"Bring the Avatar to her cell, and bring her some food," ordered the mask coolly. The Lieutenant bowed curtly, grabbed Korra by the arm, and dragged her out. She could feel Amon's eyes burn on her back, and she savoured the moment his painted smirk had disappeared behind the closed door.

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Thank you for reading! :)

I really do hope you liked this chapter. Personally, I prefer writing these chapters which contain violence and abuse (especially sexual)... I know, I'm such a dirty person! XD"""

Now, on to writing chapter 3!

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