Title: Hard Labor

Rating: M (eventually will be)

Fandom: Legend of Korra

Character Paring: AmonxKorra, former MakoxKorra, MakoxAsami

Author's Notes:

Okay so I really just wanted to say this isn't just going to end here. There is a LOT more planned for the future of this story. I just need to get it all written out.

I'm planning on writing Chapter 5 tonight, 4 is already done and waiting to be published, and then my goal is to have Chapter 6 done by Friday. So I hope you all are awesome and having great days!

He stood at the door, watching the young Avatar as she slept on the guest bed. The night had passed by without issue, she had been woken up multiple times to eat broth as well as be brought into the rest room. Her ropes now only constrained her forearms as he had noticed her raw, scabbed wrists and ankles. She had shown no energy or desire to move out of the room, unless forced he no longer felt the need to tie her legs.

He looked around the room he had placed her, hints of water tribe showed throughout the grey room, as well as small hints of the earth kingdom. The room was well kept and there was no direct way into the bathroom unless entering the office. He smiled as he watched her move, he had chi blocked her the moment he had walked in. Korra having slept through the whole event was completely unaware of him standing there.

As her eyes fluttered open she groaned and tried to move her arms, intent on covering her face with a pillow. To no result, as she could only wiggle her face deeper into the bed. He snickered behind the mask at her attempt to prevent morning. He cleared his throat softly, the moment the sound echoed through the room she sat up quickly her eyes wide and open to him. "What do you want?" she scowled at him not fully realizing how nice her surroundings were.

He sighed to himself and watched her not saying a word, waiting for her to realize her situation. As her impatience grew she stared at him and finally realized she wasn't in the cell anymore and had been moved somewhere else. She noticed how nice the simple room was, small hints of different regions, a large bed as well as dresser. "Where am I?" demanded as she looked down at her attire. The shirt had ridden up and her bindings were the only thing preventing him a full view of her body.

He chuckled softly as he watched her, his gaze moving from her strong legs up and over her bound arms to her lips, finally settling on her eyes. Large blue eyes full of passion, hatred, and flickers of curiosity. He stopped, leaned against the door and linked his hands behind his back, a stance not only showing confidence but also meant to convey authority. The curiosity within her eyes translated to worry as her eyes widened, "This isn't uh…" her words trailed off as her face flushed red. "This isn't your bedroom is it?" she asked boldly, although her face deceived her, showing her innocence.

Watching her he couldn't help but enjoy her panic as he lifted his chin smugly. She watched him intently, trying to decipher him as if he were a code. "No it is not," he said softly, "This is my suit's guest bedroom, you were ill, and I was not going to keep you with the recruits." His explanation, although valid, didn't ease her troubled mind.

She looked down at her mostly bare body and then glared at him, "And who did this?" she asked. She sighed softly as she flexed her hands, her arms still immobilized by the ropes.

He watched her hands move as his gaze flickered down at her body once again. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to maintain his self-control. He opened his eyes slowly and met her stare, "I undressed you, but I can assure you Avatar, I did nothing indecent."

She chewed on her lower lip a moment, considering his words and then finally as they sunk in she believed him, although she didn't have a real reason why, she believed. She looked down at her arms before her gaze moved back to him, "Worried I'm going to try and do something?"

He sighed softly and shook his head, knowing she was watching his every move, "No Young Avatar, it was just for fun, the joy of tying the Avatar up." She heard his sarcasm and it only fueled her fury. She huffed loudly and turned her body away from his. As he watched her he walked silently over to the edge of the bed and put two fingers against her cheek. Turning her head to him, forcing her to show him the respect of eye contact. "Now... Young Avatar, if you simply behave you will be allowed to stay here," he said softly pausing briefly, "if not when you are proven well, you will return to your cell as well as be hand fed by our dear lieutenant every day, to ensure your health is maintained."

She snapped her mouth at his fingers and then realized his last statement, considering the weight of the words in his proposition. She looked at her more comfortable surroundings, and knew the lieutenant had a strong dislike for her. 'No bending, that he could see, no smart comments – that would be hard, obedience –yet another hard one,' she thought, mulling over the proposition. She looked at him. "Will I be punished if I slip up? And will I always be tied?"

He stared at her for a moment before replying, his solid, daunting figure looming over her. As his lips parted to reply he licked them softly from behind the mask. "Yes, and No." the words came from behind his mask softly, "but you might enjoy your punishment."

She stared at him awoken by his words. Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she tried to imagine what his version of "punishment" would be. She knew she would slip up, but even the small promise of enjoyment intrigued her. "Fine... I agree," she admitted, knowing that the food would be better, as well as her living conditions. She didn't know how long she would be his slave, but she hoped that he would give her a crack to expose, and create a hole through which she could hopefully escape.