Hate, Sex, and Love
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a dark themed story. I was inspired by Darkest Side of Me written by SuchALittleMonster. I hope this turns out good:)
Rated M for DARK themes, rape, abuse, and graphic sexual content. If you like your sweet, fluffy Damon that loves Bonnie then I highly suggest you stop reading this and turn away from this story.
Summary: Bonnie is taken captive by Damon to use for his own deranged purposes. He does unspeakable things to her, scarring her for life. Will she ever escape from this nightmarish hell?
Chapter 1
The darkness of the room closed in around her as she looked around frantically, desperately trying to find the light that would lead her away from this place. Beads of sweat ran down her face, her fear and anger mixing into one. She had no clue how she got there. One minute she was having fun with friends and the next she wakes up in a pitch black room.
Blindly, she swiped her hands through the everlasting darkness, looking for a wall, a door, anything. She gasped in surprise when she felt the cool metal between her fingers. It definitely was a door, now all she needed to do was find the handle.
Suddenly, the metal door was thrown back, finally allowing light to seep in and illuminate the area. She gasped when she realized she was in the basement of the Salvatore house. How did she get here? Who brought her here?
Her eyes slowly traveled to the exit and they fell on none other then Damon. His sleek black jeans hugged his body at all the right places, his crystal blue eyes stared into her terrified brown ones, dark and dangerous. A tiny smirk played at his lips at her trembling form. "Hello Bonnie. Happy to see me?"
Bonnie growled, feeling completely helpless infront of him. Damn Jonas for taking her powers away. "What do you want?" Her voice was a mixture of anger, fear, and absolute terror.
Bonnie watched as Damon walked into the room, a cruel smile playing at his lips. "Not so tough without your powers huh? That's a shame. I was looking forward to some resistance."
Bonnie could feel her legs moving backwards as she slowly tried to get away from this deranged psychopath. He was way mentally unstable, evil, and anything else her mind could come up with. Her quivering brown eyes burned into him, looking more fierce then ever. If only she had her powers, she could finish him off in an instant.
She gasped suddenly as Damon was infront of her, stroking her mocha colored cheek with the pad of his thumb. The dark look in his eyes never faltered as he looked at her neck and then at her chest. Bonnie could feel herself beginning to lose control around him. He was the walking definition of a demon. No remorse, no feelings, no emotions. This is the same monster that are in bedtime stories, however this one is real. "What are you gonna do to me? What do you want?" Bonnie demanded sharply but Damon could hear the fear behind it. She tried so hard to be brave but Damon could always tell when she was scared. He loved it.
"The real question is what am I not gonna do to you." Damon whispered deathly as he leaned his face close to Bonnie's face, his eyes a swirling pit of darkness.
Bonnie felt like she could break down at any moment and cry. She was so scared being here with Damon without the aid of her friends or powers. She felt so helpless under Damon's hypnotic stare and his gorgeous body. "Just please, let me go."
Damon smirked at her begging. He loved it when women begged, brought him so much pleasure and satisfaction. He leaned his face dangerously close to her skin, feeling the rush of blood pumping through her body rapidly. "I'll let you go when I'm good and done with you. For now you'll stay here. But I highly doubt you'll ever want to leave when I'm done with you. You'll be begging to get your tight little ass fucked by me."
Bonnie involuntary shivered under him, her eyes looking at him completely terrified. What did he mean by that? Was he gonna keep her in here until she actually started to like him? Not a chance. Right now she couldn't stand to look at his twisted, cruel, evil face.
Mustering up her last bit of strength and courage, Bonnie swung her hand at Damon's face, slapping him hard. "Fuck you Damon. I hope you rot in hell."
Bonnie watched as the amusement quickly left Damon's face, being replaced by a dark expression. He grabbed Bonnie's arm in an unbreakable hold and growled low in her ear. "The only one getting fucked here is you."
Bonnie tried to scream as Damon slammed her into a wall, but no sound came out. She could only watch helplessly as he stared through her clothing with his eyes, no doubt thinking of all the things he could do to her. Tears sprang up to her eyes as he started to kiss her hungrily, his mouth pressed up against hers. She tried to fight him off, fight off that incredible feeling that washed over her as soon as his lips touched hers. She hated being weak infront of him, unable to defend or protect herself. Was he really this sick and deprived? Would he really violate her? Bonnie didn't put it past him for one second.
Damon's kissing continued downwards until he reached the nape of her neck. Bonnie gasped and cried more as his eyes glowed red and his fangs elongated. Like a lion to a deer, he closed in on his prey and bit down hard. Dark blood accumulated on the floor and all over Bonnie's black strapless dress. He drank heavily, ignoring her cries and pleads. All he wanted was her.
He pulled away quickly, watching as Bonnie became more and more still. Quickly, he bit into his wrist and shoved it against Bonnie's mouth, forcing her to shallow. Bonnie coughed and gagged on the sticky substance being forced down her throat, fighting against him with everything she had but all her efforts were in vain. Soon, all her aches and pains vanished but that didn't stop the deep hatred that ran through her veins. God she hated him, despised him, loathed him. She didn't think it was possible to hate someone as much as she did but she hated him.
Damon smirked as he watched Bonnie heal and in a flash her dress was ripped to shreds and tossed in a corner, leaving Bonnie in only her black bra and underwear. Bonnie screamed, screamed for her life, but knew that it was futile. No one was going to hear her from down here. She could only watch as Damon threw her on some sort of table, hitting her back hard. She attempted to scramble off but Damon held her in place, hissing at her with his fangs out as a warning. "Now, here is what is gonna happen. You are not gonna move nor are you going to scream. You are going to stay where you are and do EXACTLY as I say and you will not complain. Do you understand?"
Bonnie could tell by his voice that he was serious. She nodded meekly, her voice shaky. "I understand."
"Good girl." Damon praised, planting kisses all over her face. Bonnie just laid there in pure disgust. How could someone do this? It made no sense. Why was Damon doing this to her? She wanted to ask but she was afraid. Afraid of setting him off and having him do more damage to her fragile human body.
Hot tears ran down her face as she could feel her bra being unhooked and cool air hitting her bare breasts. She gasped in shock as Damon grabbed one of them roughly, using his hands to explore every part of her body. The sound of a zipper being unzipped and jeans hitting the floor with a loud thud filled the heavy silence. Bonnie dared to look up and found herself staring into Damon's bare muscular chest. It was so defined and perfect, it looked so smooth and Bonnie wondered what it would be like to run her fingers across it.
Wait, what am I thinking? Bonnie scolded herself mentally. This guy kidnapped me, is going to rape me, and all I can think about is how hot he is? Bonnie shook her head, trying to rid her heads of such preposterous thoughts.
She could feel Damon's hands slowly sliding down her thighs and finally came into contact with her underwear. He slowly slid them off, chuckling a little when he felt how wet they were. "Looks like I'm not the only one who wants this."
Bonnie shot daggers at him but kept her mouth shut as he continued to taunt her with his jabs, wanting nothing more then to get out of here. "Aw are we still pouting? Poor baby." Damon laughed sinisterly. He continued to smile as he stuck a finger into Bonnie, feeling her walls contract around the new object immediately. Bonnie cried in pain as her walls were being stretched, hot tears running down her face as she sobbed. Another finger was inserted, quickly finding her nub and flicking it at inhuman speed. Bonnie screamed as pure pleasure washed over her. She gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles were turning white. "Oh god Damon!" She was breathing heavily now, not able to hold back her orgasm for much longer.
A satisfied look crossed Damon's face as he pulled his fingers out and slid his boxers to the floor, exposing his hard on, begging to be released. "Now this will only hurt a little bit." Damon whispered softly before ramming his throbbing cock into Bonnie's small opening. All the emotion, all the anger, the hatred, came pouring out at once as the biggest orgasm Bonnie ever had rippled through her body and she came hard, her face beet red from all the tears she had shed. "God I hate you Damon! You're nothing but a monster!"
"I know." Damon replied as he continued to thrust into her, causing more pain to spread throughout her body along with pleasure. Bonnie groaned as she threw her head forward, locking Damon in a passionate kiss. Fireworks went off in her mouth as soon as their lips connected. She could feel herself getting dizzy from the kiss so she pulled away, new tears flowing freely down her face. She had never felt so embarrassed, humiliated, or used in her entire life.
Damon sat there in shock for a bit, he wasn't expecting that kiss but it didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. His lips curled into a villainous smirk as he pulled out of Bonnie, watching blood spill everywhere. He stared at the trembling body for a second before standing up and putting his clothes back on, giving Bonnie one last flirtatious smirk. "You're not so bad Bennett. You might prove to be worth my time after all. Maybe I won't have to kill you like I originally planned."
Bonnie glared at him through glassy eyes. Oh if only she had her powers she would put that cocky, ass, vampire in his place. "Go away Damon." Bonnie softly pleaded.
In a flash, Damon was at Bonnie's side, cupping her chin and forcing her to look up at him. "You're mine Bonnie. I can do whatever I want with you. If you don't stop this pathetic sniveling then I will kill you." His sadistic smile never faded as he stood up and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
The only sounds in the room were Bonnie's mournful cries. She knew she was never gonna get out of this alive. She only wished she had time to say goodbye to her friends before she was killed.
A/N: Well what do you guys think? I hope this was good!