Alpha Rhyker called a few trusted omegas to his study. He wanted to personally assign them the task of bullying Korra because it seemed they were not torturing her enough since the order was not direct from him. 

“I want her watched,” he said simply. “Push her more, corner her. Take what little she has: food, rest, peace. If she is dangerous, she will lash out. If she is weak, she will cower. Either way, we will know.”

The omegas exchanged uncertain glances. One of them, a burly man ...