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The wind blew harshly as Elena made her way down the front steps of Mystic Falls High School. A cold shudder ran through her entire body, especially over the thought of walking home. She had just finished cheer practice, her hair washed and curled, youthful and fresh, and wearing her dark shade of red uniform with a flattering black button down jacket.
Elena had the most stunning and glistening brown eyes with an innocent smile. And she was everybody's crush and at least every guy had fantasised about her, including Damon Salvatore. She belonged to him. And he just had to have her... He had been pursuing and tracking her for months now which consisted of listening to her conversations, watching her while she slept, reading her text messages, searching through her underwear draws and reading her diary. The most hardest part that Damon faced was resisting the urge to gag, tie, fuck, break and beat her. And do it all over again. After all, she is soon to be his obedient little slut and she will need to get that into her head.
Glancing from a distance, Damon just couldn't decide when to kidnap her. He stiffled a chuckle at the thought and binding his time he tapped his boot, too much waiting would make him restless and most of all, pissed. It was at that moment he decided to climb into his car.
Elena had an unexpected rush of chills that raced through her veins. A sense of dread, panic and anxiety... She could almost sense Damon's cold eyes upon her as she casually walked down the street. She took a few turns before seeing a blue Toyota car pull up on her right. As she took a deep breath and picked up her speed, there was something telling her to run. Run for her life. Stay calm, just stay calm. And glancing around, she took a deep breath before being shoved, hustled and thrown into the boot of Damon's car.
It all happened so fast: She was dizzy, breathless and sick to her stomach. She didn't even have time to scream for help or realise that she was gagged, blindfolded and bound. The space around her was enclosed, hot and dark and she could hear heavy music playing from inside the car. And her arms were aching from the rope on her wrists and she felt as though she couldn't get enough air. Stay calm, just stay calm.
The music went down by a few notches and she could hear faint sounds coming from outside of the car; a lawn mower, children laughing and a fire truck. Oh my god, there's hope! She gave a long, loud and muffled cry while kicking and squirming- trying her best to escape from the rope that was tightened around her ankles. Damon chuckled sadistically to himself, the smile visible in his voice.
"Silly girl. Nobody is here to help you." Damon laughed, but this only made Elena more upset and furious.
She kicked. Hard. Screaming through her gag, "You bastard! Let me go! Let me go! I hate you!" Damon could hardly hear her but he knew that she was back chatting and being disrespectful. He become outraged, angry and upset at the fact that she could even speak to him like that.
"Watch your fucking mouth, pet!" He screamed, while turning the music up and speeding up the car. All of the faint sounds from outside of the car faded as the music went up and this made Elena feel hopeless and most of all, powerless. But thats exactly how Damon wanted her to feel.
After what seemed like seconds, the car pulled to a hault and Elena could hear the car door slam. Damon made his way towards the boot of the car and he could hear Elena's heartbeat get faster and faster with each footstep. Damon smiled, he loved the fact that Elena was terrified of him.
She felt an usettled gust of wind hit her and she knew that Damon had opened the car boot. He stared down at her to see a blindfolded, tied and gagged Elena. Her brown hair was a mess, her face was covered in black mascara and her clothes hung loosely around her body from all of the wiggling and kicking.
As Damon tried to pick her up, Elena resisted and started to kick and yell at Damon. "Get off me! Get the fuck away!" she screamed through the gag, as she wiggled out of Damon's grip.
"Dont you dare try to fight me! You have already earned yourself a severe punishment from the back chatting and disrespect. You really don't want me to add another one." With no more patience, he roughly grabbed her hair, yanking her out of the boot and onto her feet. Elena whimpered at the pain and burst into tears, and Damon backhanded her causing her to chock on a sob. "You're only making this harder on yourself." Damon stroked her sore cheek and picked her up bridal style while kicking the front door open.
"Welcome home, Elena." He whispered, as he pushed her towards the ground and locked the door.
Taking a deep breath, Damon crouched down to her level and ripped off the blindfold. Elena instantly looked away from Damon, cowering but decided to quickly glance around the place. It was a plain house, in the middle of nowhere. There wasn't much funiture, no television, no books, no nothing. Just plain. Although, in the corner of the room there was a door with a chain and a big padlock on it. She wondered what was beyond that door and shivered at the thought.
"Now. I'll take the gag out and untie you as long as you don't scream, shout, or kick me. Is that understood?" Damon grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. He had the most piercing, intense and... beautiful eyes she had ever encountered. He was handsome, yet an oddly pale, dark-haired guy who was staring back at her with a sadistic grin on his face. Elena tried to force herself to look away from his eyes but they were too compelling and abnormal. Her cheek was still stinging, her arms were aching and he was still holding her chin in a rough grip.
"Well? Fucking answer me!" Damon shouted, interrupting her thoughts. She was struck by his sudden outburst and nodded frantically. He smiled, "Good." His mood suddenly changing.
He took the gag out of her mouth, "Stretch your jaw, pet." Elena did just that, she didn't notice that her jaw was aching that much until the gag was taken off. He walked behind her, bent down and stroked her sore wrists before untiying them. Elena took a deep breath and almost moaned in pleasure from the release. "Don't get too excited, save that for later." Damon said with a wide grin on his face. Elena looked at him frantically and gasped as she felt his fingers wrap around her ankles, slowly untiying the rope.
Once all the rope was off, Damon started to untie Elena's shoe laces. As he was about to take off her shoe, Elena kicked his chest hard. And pushed herself up from the floor to make a run towards the front door. She was a fraction away before she collided into Damon's chest and stumbled backwards on the floor, at his feet. What? How did he move that fast...
"Let me go..." She sobbed, and helplessly looked up at him. "Who are you? Take me back home." She started to spit it all out until he towered over her, making her feel small, useless and powerless. She closed her eyes and mentally wished that somebody was looking for her- anyone. Elena was about to ask how he moved that fast but before she could even speak, Damon roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her up onto her feet before dragging her towards a wooden table.
"What, what are you doing? Please... stop. You're hurting me!" Her voice was shaky and Damon completely ignored her, refusing to say a word which made Elena feel sick. He roughly pushed her against the table, letting go of her hair. "Do not move Elena." Damon warned. Oh, fuck. He's going to rape me. No, no, no! "Please! Don't rape me. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm begging you." Elena shouted, trying to get up from the table.
"I'm not going to rape you. Stop moving before I break your fucking wrist." Elena submitted, which actually made Damon smile. He watched her as she was bent over the table, almost ready to be fucked.
"Fuck. You have no clue how hard it is for me to not fuck you, right here, right now. Raw. " He murmured as he stroked her back. He gently lifted up her skirt revealing black laced underwear. "You will never wear these for anybody but me, pet. I am your Master and you need to learn to respect me as such. That includes, not kicking, swearing, shouting or back chatting me. We will go over the rules and expectations tomorrow" Damon said. "But, right now. You need to be punished."
"No!" She whispered to herself, this cannot be happening. I am not some slave, pet or submissive! He's not my Master! What the fuck is wrong with him. Who is he? Or more importantly, what was he?
Bitting on her lip, face buried into the table, she focused on her breathing. This can't be real. It's not real. It's not happening! And just as she was about to have a panic attack, Damon broke her out of her thoughts, when she heard the metal cling of his belt coming off. And before she could even protest, he whipped her across her bare ass. Oh, FUCK! She didn't even know he pulled her underwear down. And the pain, the pain was agonizing!
"Ah. What the fuck? Please! STOP!" Elena screamed, tears falling from her eyes. She dug her nails into the wood as the next one came crashing down. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself.
"Hmm. I do love seeing my pet with a red raw ass." he said. " Now, lets see if you can finish all of your punishment." Damon smiled while raising his belt.
Elena was at breaking point, she wanted to scream at him and tell him how much of a monster he was. She wanted to know who he was, why he was doing this, and what was he? But she didn't have the energy.
Damon's belt interupted her thoughts as it slapped against her behind at a brutal and abnormal speed. At this point, she couldn't even breathe or make sense of what was happening. She screamed and cried to herself. When will this stop?
"Wow. You look so beautiful with all of my marks on you, pet. I bet you love getting beat by your Master..." Damon smirked. Elena sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Damon smacked Elena a few more times, before dropping the belt on the ground. Her ass was now bloody, red and extremely raw. This was the way he liked it. Elena whimpered as he pulled her knickers back up and dragged her up from the table. Elena remained completley still, sightly sobbing while Damon cupped her cheek with his relentless hands.
"You will obey me, princess." He stated, as if it were fact. "If you continue to disobey me, you will often find yourself being bent over, spanked and most of the time. Fucked." He smiled. "However, I prefer a submissive pet. Is that clear?" Elena nodded, tears still falling. However, Damon still wasn't happy with her response. He turned her to the side and smacked her ass hard, one last time. Causing Elena to whimper.
"That is not how you address your Master, little girl" Damon went on, "When I ask you a question, you will reply with Yes Master or No Master. Is that clear?" Damon said. Elena stood there, shocked and angry! "NO!" She shouted at him. And by this point, Damon had enough of her. He had only just beat her, how could she still be disobediant? He decided that it was time to take a different approach.
He picked her up while she was thrashing wildly and walked towards the door that had a chain and a padlock on it. She noticed where he was taking her and her heart almost stopped. "Please. Oh my god, I'm sorry!" She yelled, but Damon hushed her and ignored her pleas. Elena just sobbed helplessly into his chest as he unlocked the padlock. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think about something completley different. Like, Stefan. He will be looking for me right now.
Damon walked down the wooden stairs of what seemed like a basement, it was dark, dusty and daunting. And she was that scared that she couldn't even open her eyes. Instead, she clung to Damon's chest. Almost, peacefully. But she was so scared, he thought. And that almost made Damon change his mind and turn back but no. He couldn't do that, she needed to learn. And his sadistic smile returned.
He came towards a steel plate door, what seemed to look like a jail cell. He kicked the door open and it made a loud clank. This instantly made Elena's eyes jolt open. She almost threw up at the sight. "Please, please. Don't lock me away!", she cried.
"I'm only doing this for your own good, sweetie." He said way too calmly. He acted as if this was normal. He walked in the dungeon like room and placed Elena down onto the cold floor. She shivered, and tried to cling onto Damon but he pushed her off- almost distancing himself. She quickly glanced around her in disgust...
The dungeon had cobblestone walls, and chains that lay on the wall with hammered metal shackles on the floor. And in the corner, there was a small single bed that had a thin material on it which she thought was supposed to be a blanket. Then in the other corner there was a small, old and dirty toilet. No. I can't stay here. This is inhumane!
As Elena was about to reach for Damon in protest, he was already outside of the cell. She could hear the heavy pieces of steel hitting together to engage the lock.
"I am your Master, Elena." He said. "When you learn to respect me, I may let you out." And with that, Damon walked away. He could hear her screams fade as he reached the top of the stairs. He slammed the door, and locked it with the padlock.
And then he reached for Elena's phone, that dropped when she was fighting him. And he removed her sim and stored the phone in a black box that was kept in a hidden place behind the sink.
He smirked, bourben in hand. Nobody will ever see or hear my little pet again. She's mine, he thought.