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Korra was in her room. Waiting.
He was supposed to come tonight.
She was supposed to give him an answer.
“I will come back and in two days, if your answer is positive I will consummate our agreement. If it’s negative we continue like this never happened.” He had said to her.
Amon came to her room two days prior.
She remembered every detail of yesterday’s visit.
She could picture herself right now.
She was trying to sleep.
Lying in bed with her blanket tightly pulled around her shoulders.
Sleep wouldn’t come.
She was just laying passively in the dark, staring at the ceiling, her mind wandering in circles.
So when she heard the window slide open, at first she didn’t move.
She told herself it was a just another dream. Another trick of her exhausted mind.
It wasn’t the first time she had nightmares about being attacked in the middle of the night.
Then the air shifted.
Fresh air hit her wide awake face.
Cold. And real.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Someone was already inside.
She saw it.
A shadow. Just a shape where no shape should be.
Something tall.
Korra shot upright. She moved before the fear could freeze her completely.
Jumping off the bed in an instant, fire already lighting in her fist.
The light from her firebending illuminated the room just enough to see who the intruder was.
Her stomach dropped.
Shit…
She send another fire ball in his direction. Followed with a spinning kick, flames snapping toward his face, toward that fucking mask.
The fire hit empty space.
A hand closed around her wrist.
Too fast to block.
Before she could react, he twisted.
Pain flared up her arm as it was wrenched behind her back, her body dragged hard against his chest. Her breath punched out of her lungs.
Her other hand followed.
He yanked her forward and slammed her against the wall.
Pain shot up her shoulder.
Her arms were trapped between his palm and her spine, pinned in place with terrifying precision.
She couldn’t even twitch her fingers.
Korra’s pulse exploded.
No—no, no—
She drew a breath to shout for help, but his hand came down over her mouth before the sound escaped.
She bit into his palm and struggled harder.
It didn’t matter. She couldn’t move a muscle.
Her strength meant nothing here.
Her heartbeat was racing.
This couldn’t be happening-
Spirits, not like this…
He is gonna take my bending away. She was sure.
She thrashed harder, knowing it was useless.
She imagined his arm travelling in her forehead. Pressing long enough to strip her powers forever.
Her eyes burned, vision blurring as tears were threatening to run down her cheeks.
She imagined what her life would be like without her bending.
This felt worse than any nightmare she watched this past few weeks.
His voice brushed against her ear, low and irritated. “Calm down, Avatar. I’m not here to harm you.”
She didn’t believe him. She will never believe a word that comes out of that bastards mouth.
Her hands were immobilised but she won’t go down like this.
She inhaled sharply and released a burst of flame out of her mouth. It caught his forearm.
He hissed and loosened his hold just enough.
That was all she needed.
Korra drove her elbow back, twisted free, and kicked him hard in the chest.
He stumbled, balance breaking and he collapsed in the floor.
Water snapped into place around his wrists, freezing into solid ice.
She got on top of him and bended a fire dagger right into his face to intimidate him.
Now she was the in control.
“You realize I could have you arrested right now?” she said while the adrenaline was rushing through her veins. “What are you doing here? Came to take my bending?”
Her chest heaved for air, but her voice remained sharp and controlled.
“I told you,” he replied evenly, barely reacting to the ice constricting his wrists. “I’m here in peace, in a manner of speaking...”
He didn’t struggle.
The calmness in his voice unsettled her. His arm was still marked from the burn, yet he didn’t flinch.
Most men would be panicking if they were underneath the Avatar with their hands frozen to the floor.
But he watched her like she was the one who had miscalculated.
And for a brief, uncomfortable second, Korra wondered if she had.
“Why are you here?” she demanded.
The first mistake of the night was already made.
Not calling for Tenzin immediately.
Not ending this before it could begin.
Curiosity had gotten the better of her.
He didn’t answer.
His gaze never left hers.
She tightened her grip on the water binding his wrists, frost spreading thicker over his skin.
The small dagger started burning hotter in her arm, hovering near his face.
“I asked you a question.” Korra said, her eyes locked in him.
“How am I supposed to speak,” he said calmly, “when I’m restrained and injured?”
Korra let out a short, humorless laugh. “Perhaps you would like some tea? A warm welcome for breaking into my home!” Her eyes hardened.
“Talk. Now.”
She didn’t see it at first.
The subtle shift in temperature
The ice around his wrists was thinning.
But how?
Before she could react, the restraints fractured.
In a single fluid movement, he surged upward, catching her off guard.
To Korra it looked like he was breaking the cuffs with pure strength, but the truth was more underwhelming.
His hand closed around her throat, Korra panicked in the sudden loss of air, he drove her back against the floor.
Slamming her down with enough force to hear her head banging against the wood.
Her wrists were forced above her head, pinned beneath his palms.
She fought, trying to drive her knee into his ribs.
He anticipated it, adjusting his weight without panic. Settling himself in top of her.
He bent forward. Inched away from her face.
“I said I’m not here to harm you,” he snapped, irritation breaking through his composure for the first time.
“Doesn’t seem like it.” She said and lifted her head to try bang her forehead to his mask.
She didn’t let him see that she was scared.
He pressed her back down before she made contact.
“I’m going to let you go.” he said quietly, the anger gone again. “But no more attacks. We will discuss like adults.”
Korra’s heart hammered against her ribs. Debating whether to trust him or not. Every instinct told her not to.
He is the last person in earth she should ever trust.
His grip tightened for half a second before he added “Should I let go or not?”
She hesitated.
If he wanted to take her bending he would have already done so.
He had her exactly where he needed her.
Pinned.
Helpless.
Unable to fight back.
There was nothing stopping him.
But he hadn’t done it.
Her mind raced.
This could be a trick.
But then why ask?
Why give her the choice at all?
Amon didn’t seem like the kind of man who needed permission for anything.
And yet he was waiting.
Actually waiting.
For her answer.
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.
Every instinct told her not to trust him.
But something didn’t add up.
If he wanted to hurt her… he already would have.
She slowly nodded her head.
She will calm down for now.
“Good girl.” he murmured.
The pressure of his hands pinning her wrists vanished.
She twisted, wrenching her arms free the moment his grip loosened.
Hers palm slammed into his chest, shoving him back just enough to create space.
She didn’t wait.
Korra pushed herself off the floor and got to her feet.
Distance.
She put distance between them immediately.
“What the fuck did you just call me?” Korra erupted.
Raising her hands into a guarded stance, breath still sharp in her lungs, ready to attack the moment she senses something is wrong.
“Excuse me, I am getting ahead of myself.”
He was still so calm, what did he want from her?
“No need for aggression, you can sit down.” He gestured for her to take a seat.
He moved and talked as if he owned the place.
He walked over to her desk and lowered himself into the chair, taking his eyes of her and brushing his fingers across her book collection.
Korra didn’t move at first.
But slowly, cautiously, she backed toward her bed and sat down, not because he told her to, but because she wanted a clear line of sight. Her muscles remained tense.
She opened her mouth to demand answers. Why was he here? What was the purpose of this happy visit?
He spoke first.
“I have an agreement in mind. That will be in your best interest to agree to.”
He stood again, drifting toward her shelves. His gloved fingers skimmed the spines of her books.
“I don’t like being threatened.” She said and squinted her eyebrows.
“You will get used to it, Avatar.” He picked the book that catched his attention the most.
“I wouldn’t have guessed you were a fan of romance books, specially that kind…”
Heat crept up her neck before she could stop it.
Of all the things he could notice in this room, it had to be that.
She rose quickly. “Let my books down, and just spit out your shitty proposition.”
He ignored the hostility.
He flipped it open after taking a look at the synopsis. The Avatar really is full of suprises.
The book was surprisingly kinky.
He started reading a part out loud. He liked the idea of toying with her.
“Mary was cuffed to the bed. Her wetness dripping down her legs. He was on top of her. Jin was as hard as a rock. He was now ready to claim his lover.“ The words sounded absurd in the silence of her room.
Korra crossed the space between them in three strides and ripped the book from his hands.
“You asked me to discuss like adults, is this how it usually goes?”
He stilled.
Then placed his hands behind his back, posture straightening, composure restored in an instant.
“You are right, Avatar. I am sorry. I was just pleasantly surprised by your good taste.”
Even behind the mask, she could feel the smile.
Mocking her.
“You know, Avatar the best way to experience sex isn’t by reading a bunch of words.” The way he announced her title…
She couldn’t quite put her finger in it but it felt more like an insult, than a sign of respect.
“Physical practice is always the best. Theory can only take you so far. Don’t you agree?” He said.
Korra was disgusted. What the fuck was he talking about?
“I am gonna ask you for a final time, to start talking or I am calling for help.”
Her voice was steady now. The adrenaline had settled.
He couldn’t wait to see the look in her face when he would announce his plans for her.
“I am gonna stop taking people’s bending away in rallies.”
Korra didn’t react at first.
Those were fantastic news.
But Korra wasn’t a fool.
She studied him, searching for the guaranteed downside of the situation.
“Only if you give me something in return.” He announced quickly after.
There it was.
“What do you want in return?” She said, getting straight to the point, getting up and taking a couple steps further away from him.
Just in case.
“You.”
Her. Ever since he saw her face in that newspaper.
“As a prisoner?” She asked.
He moved toward her again, closing the space she had deliberately created.
Not aggressively, just enough to remind her that space meant nothing if he decided it didn’t.
“I love how innocent you are.” His gloved fingers rose and brushed against her cheek, not rough but almost calculated.
She froze for half a second.
Is he implying what she thinks?
No.
There is now way. Is he proposing a relationship?
She knocked his hand away.
“Are you insane? Why am I even asking. You can’t be serious.”
He didn’t retreat this time.
“I have never been more serious.”
His certainty…
He looked like he had rehearsed every word.
And that was the part that made her stomach tighten.
He had thought this through.
Amon moved first.
No warning.
One second they were standing apart, the next he was onto her again.
He caught her wrists and twisted them behind her back, forcing her forward. Just like before.
Her hip hit the edge of the desk.
Hard.
He pushed her down, one hand locking her arms in place, the other pressing between her shoulder blades.
Her cheek scraped against the wood as she tried to free herself.
Nothing responded the way it should have. Why is she so weak?
Panic crept in before she could stop it.
This can’t be happening.
Not in her own room.
Not like this.
He leaned closer, his voice near her ear.
She hated the steadiness of his voice. Is he not even just slightly scared of her? Even just a bit?
“Why are you spending your time reading about sex, when you could be actually experiencing it?” He leaned down near her ear when he asked it.
“Have you ever experienced it?” He whispered.
Korra’s jaw tightened.
She refused to answer.
It was none of his business.
Silence stretched between them.
And in that silence, he understood.
She hated that he understood.
“Why would you even want me? I am the fucking Avatar. ‘The worst of the benders,’ I recall you calling me.”
Amon let out a quiet groan, something between frustration and reluctant amusement.
She was so naive.
The fact that she was the Avatar was the best part.
The most powerful bender in the world, stubborn and impulsive, but still under his control if that agreement ever settles.
Maybe the young Avatar needs a lesson in how the world works.
“You are still young. And a woman on top of that. You wouldn’t understand.” Amon lowered one of his hands to her stomach. It was the only part that he allowed himself to touch before she consented to anything. “But if that agreement ever settles…you will quickly understand that my tastes are…unique...”
“I will never understand because that agreement will never happen!” Korra snapped.
What does he mean by unique?
His voice lowered slightly.
“You’re not used to this.” He paused. “I understand the urge to refuse.”
His grip around her hands tightened.
“But haven’t you ever wondered how it would feel to be with a man that’s just as powerful as you? You never imagined how it would be like to let go…let someone else take control?”
“No.”
Korra lied.
That man wouldn’t be Amon.
The bluntness of it all repulsed her. His touch felt disgusting.
He was such a pervert.
She wanted to get away. Punch him in the face and run.
But he was still holding her down.
Making sure she feels inferior. Not giving her the chance to be an equal participant of the conversation.
The position he forced her into made his words even scarier.
The voice that hunted her, was now inched away from her ear, announcing that he wants to…
“Do you have any idea how old I am, you pervert?” she said.
“The marrying age in the Northern Water Tribe is sixteen, Avatar. You are old enough.”
“No. No way. Get of me. I will never agree to this bullshit.”
“Why not? As the Avatar you need to use all the means necessary to protect your people, sometimes those means are not the four elements. Don’t you want you to do some good for the benders of Republic City?”
Korra didn’t answer. Spirits…
This was impossible.
“I hate being even in the same room as you. What makes you think I would ever want you to fuck me?”
“Sometimes we must all do things we don’t like…which won’t even be your case anyway. I can guarantee you, that it will be a pleasurable experience for you.”
He was delusional.
She would never do that.
She wouldn’t let her enemy see her in such a vulnerable mindset.
She refused to lose her virginity to that man.
No. Her answer was no.
“What if I just refuse? Will you just rape me? Good luck managing me.” She said, her face arranged in a thin smile.
She can take him. If dares to try anything she will bite his dick off.
Amon stopped massaging her stomach and let her hands go.
“I am not a rapist. I want you to willingly come to me.”