(A/N: There's going to be some mentions of violence here, just a fair warning.)

Fear. Nothing but fear rushed through her veins as she felt herself being manhandled by some men she didn't know. It was nothing but darkness surrounding her—due to the bag on her head—and she was unable to see anything that was going on.

The last thing Asami remembers is heading to her office to pick up some supplies for Korra and the gang and then she was ambushed by a group of gangsters at her own company. She fought back the best she could, that is until her worst nightmare came about.

It was clearly planned. Wait in her office when she's alone and then use firebending against her. In her mind she thought she would die just like her mother had. As soon as he struck her across the back with his fire whip, there wasn't anything she could do to defend herself.

It burned her severely, causing her to do the one thing she never did during a fight.

Cry.

Asami didn't want them knowing but they could already tell by the way she moved against her desk and collapsed to her knees.

"Boss. We've got a surprise for ya."

Asami listens to the voice on the right. She recognizes it as the firebender that burnt her just moments ago. His voice thick and raspy as if he smoked too many cigarettes.

"Fresh meat." said the man on her left, ripping her bag off her head.

Asami squints her eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the light after being in the dark for so long. Time passed by and she didn't know how long it had been. She didn't know where she was or why they were holding her here.

It was a plain gray room with a bed to the left side. Every part of it was dirty and the cell stunk worse than the swamp miles away from the Earth Kingdom. She remembers when Korra told her about first meeting Toph, the greatest earth bender alive, there.

Korra. Oh Korra. As she thought of that name, she bit her lip, anxiously, praying that she knew she was missing. Asami was no one to cry damsel in distress. She could take care of herself. But this time, it was different. She needed her girlfriend. She was so scared that they'd kill her in cold blood.

But what if this was a way to get to Korra? If so how did they know that she and Korra were-

"The Avatar's girlfriend." said the man standing in front of them with his back turned.

Asami doesn't say anything, instead places her head down, hoping they didn't notice her tears.

"You know who I am, don't you?" He finally turns, but she doesn't look up.

The man frowns at that, grabbing Asami's chin by force, making her whimper. He smirks once he notices her shiver in fear. Her beautiful, emerald eyes bulged as she recognized the man. He was just attacked by that dragon eel spirit back at the spirit portal entrance in Republic City.

His face was still messed up, scaly and dry like a dragon's skin, one eye pitch black and the other side of his face as normal as it was before. The new leader of the Triple Threat Triads.

Tokuga.

"Nice to see you again, doll."

"What do you want?" Asami asks, coldly, then putting on a brave face.

She was quickly met with a burning sensation slash across her back, similar to the pain earlier. She bit her lip to keep herself from screaming because she knew that was what they wanted.

Asami breathed heavily, waiting for the pain to pass. The smell of burning flesh and hair lingers around her nose and she knows that there's no doubt the burns have gotten worse.

A large portion of her pale back was completely exposed now, her clothing burning in the process.

"You back talk, he hits," Tokuga threatened, "I know you don't like fire, darling. Wouldn't want the same thing that happened to 'ole Yasuko, wouldya?"

Asami can't help but shout at him for being so cruel and bringing up her dead mother.

"Fuck you!" She yelled angrily as tears formed, "Don't talk about my mom!"

Asami is met with another fire whip, this time slashing her arm, tearing at her jacket once more and leaving a fresh burn wound. She sobbed out and glared through tears at him.

"I hate you," Her voice cracked, "I hate you so much."

The firebender was about to strike her again but Tokuga held up his hand, stopping him.

"You're gonna hate me more when I tell you I'll never let you see your precious Avatar again," He cackled as if it were the funniest joke, "You're all alone now. Something else you fear, right?"

"You're wrong. Korra will find me," Asami says, quietly.

"You're quiet now, aren't you?" Tokuga grinned in her face, "I must've struck a nerve."

Asami refuses to look at him now, hoping that they'd leave her here and go back.

But it wasn't what he had in mind.

"Now," He says, "You are going to sign Future Industries over to me."

That's what this was about? Her company? The only thing of her family that she has left? He wanted her money?

"Or what?" She asks, softly.

"Or we'll have a little fun with you."

The emphasis on the word "fun" seriously scared her. Did he mean they were going to torture her? Or what did that mean?

"Do your worst."

She was stubborn but she couldn't let him win. Not someone like him. She refused.

"Very well." He snaps his fingers at his comrades.

Asami closes her eyes and prepares for what was next. She can hear the sounds of the flames burning in her ears.

Sizzzzzz! Blzzzz!

She feels a strike against her back, much harder this time and it causes her to scream out like she never has before. She never knew she had that in her. Asami sank her nails into her fists, hard enough to draw blood from them.

There was another strike and another scream eliciting from her lips.

And another.

And another.

And another.

Until she finally caved in.

"Alright!" Asami blurted out through violent sobs, "Alright. Please."

"Please what?" He sneered.

"Pl-Please," She winced, "Please stop."

"I ask again. Will you turn your company over to me?" His voice was much darker this time, his mutated eye flashing in an attempt to scare her.

Asami puts her head down, dejectedly, whispering, "Yes."

She felt so weak for giving in. She hated herself for it. Now that her company was gone and he wouldn't let her see Korra, she had nothing. She was alone.

And it broke her.

...

Korra searches the entire building of Future Industries, passing by people, mumbling an "excuse me" here and there. Asami told her that she'd be back because she had to run to her office to pick up a few supplies.

But Korra hadn't heard anything from her and it wasn't like Asami to just disappear like that without telling her.

Korra stops at the desk of a clerk who had been working on some important paperwork for Asami.

"Excuse me," She grabs their attention, "Have you seen Asami?"

"She came through here earlier. Bout an hour and a half ago. Haven't seen her since. She was in a hurry too." They replied, "She's not in her office?"

"No. I just checked there."

"That's weird." The clerk stands up, "Check the prototype corridor. She's normally there."

"I just came from there," One employee says, "Miss Sato isn't there."

"Avatar Korra," Another unknown employee runs up to her, a worried expression on her face, "I think something's happened to Asami!"

Korra's heart sank to her stomach at those words. Not the news she wanted to hear at all.

"What do you mean?" She tried to keep her composure.

The woman held up Asami's electrified glove that had been damaged. Cracks all over it, pieces dangling and the worst part about it, it was scorched as if it had been in a fire.

"Where did you get this?" asked Korra, her eyebrows knitting into a frown.

"In the conference room. It's been demolished as if a fight happened."

The only thought that had come to Korra's mind was, Somebody kidnapped Asami.

"Get Chief Beifong." Korra demanded, voice lower than usual, "I'm going to look for her."

"But Avatar Korra-"

Korra doesn't listen. Instead she grabs her bo staff and takes off running.

Asami, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I swear I'll make whoever has you pay for everything they've done.

"Korra!" She hears.

It makes her stop dead in her tracks and turn swiftly. That voice. That heavy, thick voice with a light rasp that she often loved to hear. That sweet, innocent voice that was like music to her ears.

It was Asami's voice. But she was nowhere to be found.

"Asami," She mumbled.

Korra closes her eyes for a second and takes a deep breath. She was surrounded by darkness until a blinding blue light conjured up around herself. Another blinding light of a magenta color shone in front of her and shaped into a person much taller than she was.

Those long, beautiful, locks of jet black hair hidden in a neat ponytail behind her and curls dangling in the front. That beautiful creamy pale skin that was smooth to the touch. The proper businesswoman attire, black, red and burgundy suit wrapped around her entire body.

But as Korra looks at her, she could see how much different she was starting to look. Holes in her clothing, visible bruises on her face, fresh, crimson red blood trickling down her chin. She held herself in a hug as she found herself shivering in fear.

"'Sami." was all Korra could say, "Can you..." She placed a hand up to her bruised cheek and cupped it.

She makes Asami look at her with tearful, pleading eyes. It made her ball her free hand into a fist out of anger.

"Help me," Asami whispers in a broken tone, "Help me. Please come find me."

"Where are you? Who took you? I'll come get you right now." Korra placed her forehand against Asami's.

She doesn't answer, instead she begins to fade away, despite Korra's attempts to keep the vision going. But it wasn't working.

Instead Korra opens her eyes, infuriated that she saw Asami like that. It broke her heart to see her in such a condition. All she wants to do is get her to some healing water and heal her herself while they take a nice, relaxing bath together.

Right where Asami was safe in her arms.

"I'll find you." She whispered.

...

Asami laid alone in her cell right on the bed they provided her with. Her severely burned back was exposed to the cool air and she whimpered every five seconds.

But there wasn't anything she could do. The fire whips burned through her jacket. She had to lay on her wide or stomach, which had been very uncomfortable for her.

She prays Tokuga leaves her alone so she doesn't have to suffer anymore. Now that he had her company, what was she going to do? Ever since her father was in prison, she inherited the company and now that he died saving her, she had something to remember him by.

But now it's gone.

At least she was able to forgive him.

Asami slowly closes her eyes, hoping to get in some sort of contact with Korra again spiritually, but it wasn't working this time.

The first time she got lucky but now...

Now she just hoped Korra was coming to save her. She hadn't wanted to be in this rotten place any longer and it only had been under and hour.

"Want some company?" His venomous voice stabbed into her ears, making her jump.

Tokuga had come back.

The heiress quickly sat up, backing away from him and into the wall behind her. She looks up at him, innocent emerald eyes full of nothing but terror.

He had the creepiest smile on his lips that made Asami shake all over. A wave of anxiety overcame her, her entire body shaking like a leaf on a tree. She swallowed hard, fist balling up the dirty sheet beneath her.

"You shocked me," He lifts her chin, squeezing her cheeks, "I thought you'd be even harder to break. You're no fun."

Asami raised an eyebrow at that, attempting to open her mouth to speak but she was afraid to. As sassy as she was, she knew it was time to hold her tongue. She wasn't in any position to backtalk him.

"You have something on your mind?" He asked, curiously, "Go on, doll."

"Why are you keeping me here?" Asami asked in the nicest way possible, "You got my company. You've taken everything from me. At least bring me back to Korra. She's all I care about."

Tokuga scoots closer to her and puts one hand on her stomach, giving it a gentle rub. He then sends his lips to beneath her earlobe, giving her a gentle kiss there.

"I think you and I both know the answer to that, Miss Sato." His voice was seductive and it made her completely uncomfortable.

"Wait," She whispered, "Wait stop."

His cold, discolored hand was underneath her shirt now, rubbing against her warm skin. He smirks against her ear, enjoying every little whimper that escaped her lips.

"Has the Avatar had you like this before?"

"Stop." She closes her eyes, tightly.

"Have you been with anybody like this before? I hear you are Mako's ex too. What about him?"

"Please."

"You've never laid with anybody before. Perfect."

"Boss, Mr. Keum is here to see you." Saved by the knock on the door, Asami lets put an internal relieved sigh.

"Remember him? Your dad hated him, remember? This should be interesting." Tokuga stands to his feet, "I suggest you follow me. Not like you have a choice, anyway."

Wonyong Keum. What was he doing here?

...

Tokuga's comrades tossed Asami into the chair in front of his desk, not bothering to handcuff her because they knew they had complete control over her.

In front of her sat Wonyong Keum, the biggest smile on his lips.

That's when it comes to Asami. He didn't want her company. It was for this deceitful piece of shit sitting in front of her.

"You," Her voice cracked, "No. My company."

"That's right, Miss Sato. Thank you for that," Wonyong let out a hearty chuckle, "You're ruined. You should've taken my deal. Now, I own you. This is just the beginning of what's coming for you. Your precious Avatar girlfriend can't even save you. You're alone."

Alone. There goes that word again. The word was like poison to her. She hated it with a passion.

Asami gritted her teeth, "You're sick." She scowled, "Korra will-"

"Will, what, Miss Sato? Go on. Sass me. You know the punishment for that."

The raven haired heiress glares at him angrily, but she doesn't part her lips.

"How old are you now, Miss Sato?"

"22." She answers, quietly.

"You were just a girl when I met you. Now you're all grown up." He stands up and walks away from the desk.

Asami didn't know what he was doing but the moment she felt his hands massaging her shoulders, she couldn't restrain her fist from slamming into his stomach.

"Umph!" Wonyong grunted, "Why you little-"

"Don't touch me." Asami spat, coldly.

She knew it was a mistake but it was worth a shot. She hated his guts. How dare he touch her like that after disrespecting her family on numerous occasions.

"I'm going to make your life a living hell for that, Sato," The older man says before stepping aside, "Now you suffer the consequences for hitting me."

Asami knew what was coming next but she doesn't regret a single thing about it. For so long she's wanted to do that and it felt good.

"I told you not to do anything stupid, Miss Sato," Tokuga grabs her and forces her against the wall, stomach first, "Boys."

She closes her eyes, tightly, hoping they got it over with quickly. She felt the same burning sensation on her back from before. As she let out whimpers and cries, she heard their evil, vicious laughter, mocking her, taunting her.

It made her sick to the stomach that one human could be so cruel.

The burns on her back were getting so much worse. She hated herself for her smart mouth but she didn't care anymore. Korra was going to get them...right?

But something tells her she's going to have to do this on her own.

When it was over with, Asami's legs buckled, making her collapse to her hands and knees, right in front of Wonyong.

"You gonna behave like the good, little obedient child you are? Or are the boys going to have to teach you some respect?"

Asami refuses to answer him, instead clenched her fist out of anger against the floor beneath her. She wanted to make every last one of them suffer like they had done to her.

But all she could do is sit and cry.

(A/N: After reading turf wars, I was inspired to write this fic as a continuation of my take on it. Send me any ideas that you have. I'd love to hear them :)