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 and is rated M for intense sexual situations, death, domination and more. Klaroline, Calijah*****
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PROLOGUE –
Living in the cold damp cellars of the Mikealson mansion was not what Caroline had imagined for her life. She had heard the rumors of course, the Mikealsons were the most powerful family in the northeast. They were by all accounts a beautiful family…a beautiful albeit very dangerous family. Very few people walked away from a disagreement with the Mikealsons unscathed. Of course Caroline had only heard the rumors of the disappearing girls and deaths in the area that were rumored to be something "other" than animal attacks. Elijah was rumored to be the cruelest and smartest of the Mikaelson clan, Klaus the cruelest and Rebekah a high maintenance combination of the two, whose temper tantrums were infamous.
As her feet padded along the cold cement, she strained her eyes as she stared into the cold darkness. She squeezed her eyes shut as she followed the quiet reserved man through a maze of cells. He stopped and turned to open a cell door. Roughly, he moved her along by her shoulder, pushed her in and slammed the door shut. She looked around but the darkness consumed her. The putrid smell of her prison filled her nostrils and tears started to sting her eyes.
If she didn't know better, she would think he was a gentleman, Caroline thought as the very proper man walked away and disappeared into the darkness. He was disarming and charming. After all, that was how he lured her into his car.
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At first she was somewhat suspicious of the man eying her at the Grill. Still, he was very handsome, so she talked to him for a few hours, laughing and drinking. She bid him goodnight and then walked to her car.
She had agreed to go with him quietly. She wasn't really sure why she had agreed to that, but she got into his black SUV without the slightest hint of disagreement. He drove off into the night with a contemplative but somehow calm Caroline. Caroline asked him where they were going, he didn't withhold anything back. He had explained that she belonged to him and as he did, she found herself being pulled into his blue eyes, unable to disagree. He told her that his family required her to be a slave and that she would never again see her family. Again, calm spread throughout her body. She couldn't explain it but somehow, she was very accepting of that fact, despite the fact that she had always been for lack of better words, a control freak.
