A/N: Chapter 2! Please enjoy...
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Korra wasn't sure how long she stood there, limbs chained, in the darkness. She had quickly discovered that blocking her chi was not the only measure Amon had taken to ensure that she could not bend her way out of her prison. In addition to the metal cell, he was apparently pumping in freezing, dry air, inhibiting her ability to fire and water bend. She tried not to let it get to her. She kept reminding herself that she had grown up in the South Pole. Amon thought this was cold? He didn't know cold…
But after a while, the exhaustion of being forced to stand with her arms raised (which cut off her airway so badly that she feared falling asleep, lest she shift and suffocate) combined with extreme hunger and thirst, and she was quickly becoming worn out and discouraged.
She wondered what Amon was planning to do with her. She didn't understand why he didn't just kill her. He had made it clear that he wanted her destroyed, along with every other bender. Then she remembered his chilling words to her…
"I'm saving you for last…"
Why would he save her for last? Simply to make her suffer? He had told her that he would kill her in the end, but keeping her alive suited him for the time being. Why?
Her thoughts were interrupted as the dim light behind her suddenly flickered on. She closed her eyes quickly, trying to ease the pain that was throbbing in her eyes. After a moment, she opened them, and looked around for Amon. She twisted her head around, but he wasn't there. She noticed, though, that there was no door anywhere. How in the world did he get in and out then?
She turned her head forward again, and had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming.
Amon was standing right in front of her.
"Where the hell did you come from?" she gasped out. Her mouth and throat were to dry and sore to raise her voice above a whisper.
"I hear you were misbehaving while I was gone," he said calmly, ignoring her question.
"What do you mean…" she whispered.
"My equalists tell me that you were screaming for the first few days after I left you," he continued, advancing on her. She stared at him defiantly, refusing to show the fear that was filling her.
"It's a shame, too. I was planning to reward you by unchaining your arms. But you insist on defying me…"
"You never said I couldn't scream!" she exclaimed hoarsely.
"But I did tell you to hold your tongue," he said, his hand reaching into his pocket, and pulling out a pearl knife. He turned it in his hands, and Korra could make out an inscription:
Never give up without a fight.
"What I ought to do," he continued in that same even, menacing tone, bringing the knife to her throat in a swift motion. Her eyes grew wide. Would he do it now, kill her? "Is remove your vocal chords. I must confess, lovely as you are, you would be even more beautiful if you couldn't speak."
He gently skimmed her skin with the blade, and Korra could feel blood beginning to drip from the wound.
"But I suppose you wouldn't be able to serve me if you weren't able to talk. "
She stared at him silently as he sheathed the knife, and returned it to his pocket.
"Where did you get that?" she asked. The knife looked handcrafted, and very old.
"I claimed it in an early victory of mine. A trophy, much like yourself," he said, reaching up to wipe the blood droplets from her throat. Korra jerked out of his grip
She could see his eyes narrow behind his mask.
"A few more days of solitary, I think."
"What?" she gasped.
"I regret having to do it, but you must learn. I'm being generous enough to create a place for you in my new world, but you must learn how to fill it. Remain quiet this time, and next time, I will unchain your arms, and bring you some water. Misbehave, and next time it will be a lashing."
And with that, the light was extinguished again, and then there was silence. Korra thought she heard something above her, but couldn't see anything.
A/N: Chapter 2... Christening this new show with a bang!
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