A million questions circled in her head. She had just been kidnapped and he was going to "allow" her only three questions?
'Okay,' Elena thought to herself, trying to think clearly. Let's start with the obvious ones:
"Who are you and what's your name?" she asked without hesitation, hoping he would actually answer her. She bit her lip as he smirked down at her.
"That's two questions, but since I'm so nice I'll pretend it's one." Damon winked, mentally daring her to roll her eyes or snap back. He could hardly wait to spank her firm little ass.
Elena remained calm and unblinking, learning quickly how easy it is to piss him off.
"Well, my name to you is Master. But to others, it's Damon. Or sexy." he winked again, and Elena couldn't tell if he was trying to make her laugh or just being his cocky self.
Definitely cocky self.
Damon raised his brows, waiting for her to go on.
"Okay.. umm." she thought outloud. Again, she was trying to hold back tears as she felt his hand slide beneath her shirt again, this time reaching under her already-loosened bra and he harshly twisted her nipple. She moaned in pain as her body automatically tried to jerk away from his hand.
"You're wasting time, princess. Hurry with your last two or else I'll just have my way with you now and never answer another question of yours again." He loosened his grip slightly so she could actually catch her breath and talk. "You'll soon learn how to multi-task, because you'll find that I am not a very patient guy, Elena. When I ask you or tell you to do something, you do it then, immediately, even if I'm in the middle of beating or fucking the shit out of you. Incoherent sobs and murmuring will not be tolerated. I would start practicing on your multi-tasking skills. Now." his voice was so serious and dark, Elena didn't realize she was staring at him with fearful wide eyes as her heart rate escalated quickly.
Her lips parted to speak, but she paused so she could form her question into words. Her delayed response pissed him off, so he ripped her bra off from her body along with her shirt - leaving stinging imprints where the material rubbed against her skin - then pulled his hand back and slapped each breast so hard that it made her half tears came back.
He reached up for her neck and squeezed tightly, blocking her airway.
"I know how much you hate not having air. Poor little girl.." his smile was sympathetic and soft, yet he didn't loosen his grip.
Elena waited for him to let go, but he didn't.
It felt like an eternity had passed. She felt her ears begin to ring and her vision became spotty and blurry. Everything was in slow motion now…
Right before she could pass out, he let go and pressed his icy hands against her abdomen and forehead, watching her come back to life. He remembered hearing somewhere about how nurses at blood drives would put ice packs on the people who were close to fainting.
Guess having icy hands has its perks after all…
Elena finally blinked slowly. Her eyes were dazed and glossy as she searched his face weakly. His face was almost emotionless. But there was something there, and Elena couldn't quite tell if it was a look of concern or curiosity. But it was something.
Carefully withdrawing his hand from her forehead, but leaving his other hand on her abdomen, Damon caressed her neck softly with his thumb and paused over her vein. That weak pulse was becoming stronger, signifying life, and for a moment Damon had the urge to repeat the whole process again. Having her bound before a him meant he could control all things.
Even her life.
Damon had left her to rest in bed, still tied the posts of course, while he went to his library with a drink and her cell phone to take care of the important stuff.
He scanned through the tons of messages and missed calls from Elena's aunt and best friend, Caroline. He hadn't even realized that it was already midnight.
Time flies when you're having fun.
He laughed out-loud as he listened to the worried and stern messages from her aunt.
He could really have fun with this, but instead of being too cruel, he made it sound a bit more realistic, and sent a text pretending to Elena to her aunt and Caroline.
'Hey, I'm reeeally sorry I'm just now texting back, but I couldn't tell you in person. I've been secretly seeing this guy, and over the past few months I've realized how much I love him, so I agreed to visit him in Canada. I just don't see a happy future for me at home. I'm finally happy, so just please try to be happy for me! I will get back in touch some time, but for now I just need a break from everyone. Love you.'
Okay, maybe not too realistic (at least not for Elena), but it would work and they wouldn't be worried enough to call the cops. They would probably be a bit pissed, too, so that was a good thing.
He took out the phone battery and crushed it into bits before disposing it in the trash.
Damon couldn't help but think; it's really a shame that such a beautiful girl will never see the light of day again. What an injustice for the others who were fortunate enough to even be her life.
No one would ever see his perfect, little pet again.
Damon returned to his room, where Elena had fallen asleep, restrained to the bed, with mascara smeared down her cheeks from crying. Her hands were purple from the tight rope, yet she looked to be at peace and comfortable when she was unconscious.
She looked so beautiful and perfect. He wondered how beautiful she would look dead.
But he couldn't ever kill her. He would miss her glowing, warm skin and sweet smell of innocence and blood too much. She was his pet.
He carefully slid down her soft short-shorts, revealing a lacy pink thong. He smirked.
"Such an angel in disguise." he whispered, leaning down to inhale her sweet scent.
He glanced up to check if she had opened her eyes, then returned his gaze downwards and slowly slid down her thong. His mouth watered and his pupils dilated as he was finally looking at her most private part. She was smooth like porcelain and, to his complete surprise, wet and ready.
His fangs threatened to break through his gums, and it took a lot of control to not destroy her little pussy right then and there.
"Oh, you naughty little angel. I can't wait to hear you scream for your Master.."
He stroked his finger along her dripping slit, lubricating it with her juices before he slowly poked through her entrance.
"Fuck.." he murmured as her tiny pussy hole closed tightly around his finger. She was unbelievably tight.
He paused as she squirmed slightly in her sleep, but her breathing remained even.
He pushed in all the way, then slowly wiggled his finger around, revelling in the feel of her squeezing around his finger.
"Not much longer and this will be my cock, fucking the shit out of you, till you're so raw you can't walk for a week, my little pet. I promise."
After another moment of simply memorizing every curve with his finger, he paused, realizing her hymen was gone.
She wasn't a virgin.
His pet wasn't the innocent little angel he had pegged her out to be after all.
"Fucking slut!" he yelled, pulling his finger out to plunge in four at once.
Elena immediately woke up with a yelp as she felt him roughly pumping his fingers in and out with such a force that her head was hitting the headboard.
"Damon! P-please - stop!" she yelled as he curled his fingers inside of her. It felt like he was scraping her inside and the burning was unbearable.
"What did you fucking call me?" Without thinking, he quickly untied her wrists and ankles and flipped her over on her stomach. "On your fucking hands and knees, Elena. Right. Now."
His voice was spine-chilling and cold, and for the first time Elena didn't hesitate, knowing the consequences would be even worse.
Her wrists and ankles were numb from the loss of circulation for such a long period of time, and the rush of blood that returned to them was so painful that it felt like fire. She had never been in so much pain at once and held back a whimper as she got into position.
"I was simply treating you like the slut you are, pet. You obviously enjoy being fucked, so how dare you even complain. Sluts don't get to make noise, so if I hear even the slightest sound come out of that pretty mouth I will tie you up in my dark basement and keep you gagged for a week." he paused, letting her absorb in exactly what he was promising. "In fact, I might just do that anyways. You don't seem to be enjoying my company as much as I am enjoying yours, so alone time might do you some good, hmm?" He pressed on her lower back, making her lean onto her elbows while keeping her ass in the air.
"I'm so sorry.. I'll be good, Master.." she whispered, her heart rate going wild again. Being with Damon was a nightmare, but being alone in a cold basement with no food, no bathroom, and no light would be hell. She would rather be dead.
She hated this; he was fucking with not only her body, but her mentally as well. There was no escape from this prison.
He pulled back his hand and slapped her ass five times, ending with a slap on her thigh. "I said no sounds! It's obviously going to take a lot of pain to actually beat the rules into that fucking brain of yours, huh!" He rubbed her hot pink cheeks, but not in a soothing matter. Her heat was like energy radiating off of her body and into his. He would never get enough of this.
Elena's lips were quivering, holding back the sobs. She had never practiced so much self-restraint.
"I have definitely been far too lenient with you, Elena. I was going to make this easier on you by keeping you tied up, so that you couldn't fuck up again, and I wouldn't have to punish you even more. But now I've changed my mind." She heard the metal cling of his belt coming off again, and she closed her eyes, bracing herself. "Let's see just how much of a good girl you can be, Elena."
She wanted to tell him how much she hated him, and what a disgusting monster he was. She could never love such an abusive asshole.