Okay. I had a new idea for a story. It's a dark story as most of my ideas are dark and twisty. No fluffy and lovesick Klaus here. Please please review if you like it and I am always open to ideas except fluffy romantic ones for this story.

I do not own the Vampire Diaries or Originals Characters. I own the story. ****Note: This story contains themes of an adult nature, including and not limited to rape, murder, kidnapping, domination, submission and more. If you are uncomfortable with themes of this nature, please do not read. This story may cause triggers*****

Chapter 1

He walked into the dark, musty building with intention. He knew what he was there for. He wouldn't accept any less. His dark blonde hair was short and curly, his blue eyes piercing. He could cut you with those blue eyes if he cared enough to. His name was Nikklaus Mikaelson. He was not a man to be trifled with. He was the King of the Underworld and the Original Hybrid. To know him, if you had the misfortune to, was to fear him. He was quite beautiful, as most immortal creatures were. He was, without a doubt, the most dangerous creature on the planet and he knew it.

He met with Hans, the caretaker at the front. Hans was an overweight fellow, you could see the seediness oozing from him. He wasn't someone you would want to know if you had the choice. His broken teeth and filthy demeanor could only be described as creepy.

Klaus followed Hans down a dark hallway with flickering yellow lights. The hallways had doors on either side. The dark paint was peeling from the walls. It was the kind of place you would expect to see in a scary movie. There were many doors and usually many choices to make. As they opened the first door, Klaus's eyes narrowed at the frail brunette huddled in the corner. He shook his head. They walked to the second and third and so on, each time, Klaus expressing his displeasure at the stately caretaker.

When they had explored all but three doors; Hans smiled and pushed the next door open. Klaus had no problem seeing in the dark; one of the bonuses of being an immortal hybrid. She was lying on the floor, hands tied behind her back. She had long blonde hair that cascaded over her slumped over body. She was covered in dirt, but her beauty couldn't be masked by it, nor by the cuts that were present in various places on her scantily clothed body. Her eyes were closed. Klaus paused for a moment in consideration. She was very thin and looked like she had been through a war. Her breathing was labored as she slept in the cold dark room.

Klaus turned towards Hans. "I want to see her. All of her." Hans nodded and used his phone to text someone. He motioned with his hand towards the other end of the hallway. Klaus started down back down the hallway.

When they arrived at their destination, it was somewhat of a viewing room. It was poorly thrown together with folding chairs in a semi-circle around a poorly built wooden platform with a single light handing from a wire in the middle. Klaus took a seat in the back. It was not his intention to add any more to the humiliation that was about to ensue, but he had to know what he was buying.

They brought her in with a burlap bag over head. How original. Klaus thought as he shuffled his feet in anticipation. The caretaker, Hans and his assistant roughly pushed her onto the stage. She was confused and crying. You could see the tears falling from her beautiful blue eyes in streams. She looked terrified. They started grabbing at her clothing, all the while ordering her to get undressed. Her humiliation was apparent. She squinted towards the back of the room trying to understand. She knew she was being viewed. They had told her all this when they brought her to this place. She slowly pulled her one piece dress off and immediately went to cover herself. The caretaker forced her hands to the sides of the waist.

Klaus sat in the chair; one leg crossing the other as he watched the display in front him. She really was beautiful. Her long legs, her breasts, her stomach; everything about her was beautiful. She looked like a prom queen that had been forced into slavery. Little did he know how right he was. Hans started to walk towards the back, while the blonde on the stage started fighting back against the assistant holding her there.

"Well?" He said gruffly to Klaus.

"Is she innocent?" Klaus said in a British accent that was so refined, it was easy to forget who he was.

"Yes. She is intact."

"Fine. Have her delivered to my house unharmed." He glared at Hans as he rose from the rickety chair and strode out the door.

Hours later

The mansion wasn't overly decadent. It was very refined. It had the air of old money. It was beautiful not tacky. The front door opened to a marble foyer with a beautiful double wide staircase winding up to the second and third floors. A beautiful glass chandelier cascaded down two stories. There were beautiful flowers on tables on either side of the foyer and in the middle a statue of Venus on top of a small pool of running water.

A truck pulled up to a stately mansion. He could hear Hans and his assistant arguing about something or other. He ignored the doorbell knowing one of his servants would answer the door and know what to do.

They brought her in, still in the burlap sack, which Sarah, the house girl immediately removed. She smiled brightly at the young girl standing opposite of her. "Hi I'm Sarah." The girl looked around her. She had never seen a house that was so big. It was very quiet and very well decorated. Still on guard though she jerked her head forward. Sarah almost jumped at the sudden movement. "There's no need to be scared. I'm going to show you to your room. But first let's untie your hands. Don't bother running. You won't get off the grounds. It's heavily guarded by electric fences and guards." The girl looked at her blankly while she untied her hands. "Follow me." She followed her up the stairs and down a couple of hallways. Sarah finally stopped at a door and pushed it open.

Inside was a beautiful room, decorated in yellow and pink. There was a huge canopied bed in the middle of one wall. A matching wardrobe stood on another wall. There was beautiful artwork and fresh flowers. The girl felt like she was in a fairytale. Sarah looked at her expression. "Trust me this isn't a fairytale. There is a bathroom through there where you can take a bath and there are clothes in there." She motioned towards the wardrobe. Let me know if you need anything", she said motioning towards a box on the wall, "but you should have everything you need. " With that, she turned and walked out of the room. The girl looked back towards the door and turned the handle, just to see. It was unlocked. She closed the door and headed towards the wardrobe. Inside she found very simple dresses, only dresses. She looked through the drawers but there were no underclothes of any kind. She chose a blue dress and headed towards the bathroom on the opposite wall. She hadn't taken a bath in so long she couldn't even remember exactly. She smiled as she stepped into the bathtub. She lay there for a long time, taking breaks to wash the scum off her body from that horrible place. She felt like herself for a minute. Grabbing a towel she stepped onto the lush bathmat and started drying herself. She heard the door to her room open and then close. She quickly grabbed the dress and threw it on and brushed her hair with a hairbrush that was on the vanity. She was still kind of sopping wet as she stepped through the threshold to the bedroom.

She stopped short when she saw him sitting there. He was gorgeous with blue eyes and chiseled features. Not what she expected when she walked out the door; although she wasn't sure what she expected. He studied her carefully. "You're still wet love." He said looking at her with a charming smile.

"Uh yes," she hesitated as she looked down at the state she was in.

With that, he stood. "I will give you another half hour to get ready for me." He stated as he walked towards the door. "I don't like to be kept waiting. This is your last warning." His accent was British and he sounded very refined when he spoke.

She stood there frozen to the spot; her eyes searching the room. Get ready for what? She thought as she headed back to the bathroom. Whatever it was, she was sure she didn't want to make him mad. It was this feeling that he gave off. It wasn't even an order; it was more of an expectation. She quickly dried herself off and dried her hair. She applied some lotion and perfume. As she was stepping into the bedroom, she heard the door handle turning. She quickly jumped in front of the vanity table and stood there.

"Ah I see you are in a better state love." He said as he glanced at her. He went back to the chair and sat studying her. "Come here."

She walked towards him tentatively as if her feet were glued to the floor. She felt the fear welling up in her throat. She cast her eyes downwards as she approached, not really knowing what to do with them. Same problem with her hands, she put them beside her, then behind her, then in front of her.

"Stop fidgeting." She stopped just short of the chair and looked at him. He smiled. "That's better. Sit down. I'd like to have a chat with you." She looked around confused. "On the floor" he added.

She sunk to the floor, changing her position uncomfortably several times before deciding to sit with her legs to the side of her.

"What is your name?"

"It It's Caroline." She stuttered.

"Where are you from?"

"Mystic Falls. I came to Chicago about a year ago for school."

"How did you end up with Hans?"

"He promised me a job and money. I met him at a club and the next thing I knew I woke up in a dark room."

He studied her closely. She was frightened. He could smell it on her. He could also tell that she was attracted to him, even if she was afraid. Good. He thought. It will make all this easier.

"Caroline. My name is Klaus, however, you will call me Master from now on. I don't care how uncomfortable it is for you. You will only speak when I speak to you. You will always be ready for me. In fairness, I tend to visit in the evening or late night hours. I own you. There is nothing else besides that. Do you understand Caroline?"

"Yes" she stammered…then remembered. "Master"

He smiled at her. "Good then we will have no issues. You will do what I say when I say it without hesitation. My punishments are exacting and they are to be feared. Are you a virgin Caroline?"

He could see the color rush to her cheeks. She dropped her head embarrassed. She mumbled something under her breath. He could hear her but he wanted her to speak without fear. "Speak up Caroline. I can't hear you."

"Yes Master." She fumbled with the words and kept her head down the entire time.

"Good. That pleases me. Don't worry love. I won't hurt you but I will instruct you to please me. It will happen so get used to that idea. Now stand up and remove your clothes."

Her body temperature rose about 20 degrees. She felt the flush of embarrassment cover her entire body as she stood and removed the blue dress. As it dropped to the ground, she immediately went to cover herself.

He looked at her with displeasure. "Caroline, put your hands down by your side."

She stood there for a minute gathering herself; she didn't want to find out what his punishments were like. "Caroline. I'm not a patient man." Upon hearing that, she immediately dropped her hands to her sides and started shuffling her feet to overcome her humiliation. She was so exposed. The anger started rising in her chest as she stood there on display. What a cold hearted bastard. He knew she was embarrassed. It didn't stop him.

He reached forward to touch her stomach lightly. She backed away. He growled then roughly pulled her towards him. "Do not ever pull away from me or deny me." He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her down to his level. His eyes took on a hue of yellow as he stared into hers. Fear filled her eyes as she stared back at him.

"Okay," she stammered trying to regain her composure. As an after-thought she added, "Master." He wasn't pleased.

He grabbed a handful of hair and walked with her towards the bed, her firmly in his grasp. "Lean over the bed." By now the tears started trailing down her cheeks. She was sobbing quietly as she leaned over the edge of the bed. Terrified at what he was about to do to her. She imagined the worst. He stood over her, watching her, imagining what was going through her mind, relishing the fear that he was causing in her. He started slamming his open hand on to her exposed buttocks. He must have hit her twenty times. She screamed out each time he made contact in between the sobs escaping her lips. When he was done, he yanked her to her feet. "Caroline. Understand me. I will have what I want, when I want it. Do you understand?" He was holding her face and looking directly into her eyes with no signs of remorse.

She nodded still crying. "Good." He said. Deciding she had enough for one day. "I will be back tomorrow" He walked towards the door. His movement quick and purposeful and closed the door behind him as he left.

She stood there for a few minutes, hoping it was really over. When she realized that he was gone, she walked around to the side of the bed and collapsed in the middle of it. I hate him. How could he do that? She sobbed into her pillow and eventually fell asleep.