A/N: Wow, thank you all who read and reviewed this crappy little fic. This ship, it does things to me. It tastes of crack, and reeks of perversion, and I just love it. And I'm stuck on my Tenzin/Pema fic, so this actually helps get the writing juices flowing. I'm almost done with the first chapter. Look for it soon.

I do not own the Legend of Korra.

Captured

Korra had always hated silence. Even at home, in the compound where she had lived completely isolated, it had never been totally silent. There was always the sounds of wolves and polar bear dogs howling, always the murmurs of the guards in the halls and below her window. When it went completely silent, it was a sign that something bad was about to happen, and it always sent a chill down her spine.

Even now, the lack of sound made her uneasy. Air blowing through the vents, and something dripping somewhere above her head. Other than that, nothing. Nothing that indicated there was any life anywhere near her. It filled her head with stupid fears. What if Amon had forgotten her? What if he was just going to let the cold and lack of food and water kill her, instead of doing it himself? She still had no way of indicating how long she remained there, chained in the darkness, but she could feel herself growing weaker and weaker. Her throat was so dry it hurt, and she was so hungry she felt sick to her stomach. Her arms had long since gone numb, and her legs often started shaking beneath her, threatening to give way beneath her. She tried to pass the time by thinking up escape plan, but couldn't think of any practical ones. Hell, she didn't even know where the entrance of this damn cell was…

She wondered what was happening outside. Was Tenzin looking for her? Had Mako and Bolin replaced her on the team? Had Amon made any more advancements in his plans? Did the people of Republic City think she had abandoned them? Avatar Aang had disappeared, and the whole world had plunged into the Hundred Year War. What would happen if she couldn't find a way to escape? Could Amon truly rid the world of bending?

Surely not, she thought. Even if he could take bending away, new benders would just keep cropping up, wouldn't they? People would learn to hide it, and plan to fight back. Eventually Amon would have rebellion on his hands. Just as he persecuted benders, benders would soon turn on non benders. It would be absolute anarchy. Why couldn't Amon see that?

Her thoughts were interrupted once again by the dim light flickering on. She braced herself, and soon a familiar pair of arms wrapped around her. Amon pressed a cup to her lips, and tipped it. Korra felt a cool liquid touch her dry lips, and quickly gulped down the contents. She had never been so glad to have water before in her life, and felt like crying when the cup was emptied. She whimpered as the cup was removed from her lips. She silently cursed herself for letting herself appear weak, and Amon chuckled.

"You see, you can be reasonable," he whispered into her ear. His arms snaked around her again. "You simply need proper motivation…"

His hands roamed over her, and he pulled her up against him. His hands worked their way to her waist, and undid the tie of her fur pelt. She whimpered in protest, but he shushed her. The wrap fell to the ground, and his left arm worked itself around her waist. She tried to fight, but his grip on her was tight, and she couldn't move very well anyway, she was too numb and tired. His other hand gripped her breast hard, and started kneading it roughly. She hissed in pain as he squeezed it too hard, and he squeezed even harder in retribution.

"Quiet now," he muttered, burying his masked face into the nape of her neck as he continued his rough fondling. "So soft…" she heard him whisper. She could feel how hard he was, pressed up against her, and she fought to swallow the bile that was forcing its way up her throat.

"You're sick," she gasped out hoarsely. He laughed again, and his hand moved from her breast to her face. He cupped her chin, and moved her head backward, until she was looking him straight in his dark eyes.

"Sick?" he said. His eyes were stone cold and glaring at her, and Korra glared right back. "I've haven't even begun, little Avatar." His fingers crept down her throat, and gently stroked the mark his blade had left during their last encounter.

"Tell me something, Avatar. How would you like to be forcibly taken? Snatched right off the streets, and used by anyone who could over power you?"

Korra didn't respond, though she would very much have liked to scoff.

"Things like that have happened to many of my female equalists. I saved them, took them off the streets, and protected them. You dare imply that I would ever do something so despicable?"

He released his hold on her, and reached into his pocket. Korra glanced up, and saw him unlocking the shackles that held her wrists. They unlocked, and Korra fell to the cold metal floor with loud thud.

"And besides, if that were all I wanted from you, I would have had it by now."

Korra tried to get up, but her arms and legs were too numb, and she couldn't push herself up. She scowled up at him as he reached into his pocket once again, and pulled out an apple. He tossed it onto the floor beside her, and reached up towards the ceiling. Korra looked up, and saw a cable descending from a dark shaft above her. So that was how he got in and out…

He grabbed the cable, and was pulled upward, his eyes never leaving the girl laying on the ground. Korra watched him until he had vanished into the shadows.

A/N: So yeah. Amon's not above:

Kidnap

Torture

Starvation

Cutting

Forcibly fondling a teenage girl

Most likely jerking off to that hair tie he swiped from her in the first chapter

and Just being an all around terrifying SOB

But rape? That's way out of bounds...

Amon, you might just be a hypocrite...

Thank you all for reading this. I'm tickled pink that so many people seem to be enjoying this.

Just a quick note: Yes, Korra still has her bending. Amon's done his best to neutralize it, but he hasn't taken it yet...

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