The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Hero against Hero
A stunned silence gripped the room, shaken only by my erratic breaths. Despite the Water Hero's sudden appearance, the wine's power was overwhelming, draining my strength and consuming my mind in desire. Alex was also under the aphrodisiac's influence but seemed much more in control, likely a result of his heroic physique.
Korra bristled as she took in the scene, her eyes narrowing at Alex's hands groping me beneath the thin gray fabric of the slave dress. The sapphire topping her staff glowed angrily, reflecting her mood and radiating the full power of a Divine Artifact. Alex's grip tightened painfully, hurting my sensitive flesh, and I gasped.
"What are you doing?" Alex protested, "You were supposed to wait until I was finished with her!"
"Change of plans," Korra replied coldly. "Now give me Xiviyah, and that damned ring."