"I think I'm going to do something very painful with you." Wes said and he put special duct tape over Damon's mouth, then he got out a large hooked scalpel which scared Damon when it got closer to his chest.

He started to shake the table by rapidly twisting side to side trying hard to avoid the scalpel from cutting him.

He screamed loudly as the steel metalic blade carved through his skin, cutting down his stomach in a straight line almost tracing his muscle line that went down his stomach that ended at his bellybutton.

"There we go...and just gotta do this first." Maxfield croaked in a low deep voice, focusing as he ripped Damon's skin apart even wider so his insides were exposed which caused curdling, pained screams as he arched his back in extreme pain.

"MMMMMMM!!!!! MMMMM-HMMMM!!!!!" Damon could do nothing but thrash, scream and pull angrily at his restraints as the docter was pulling out his intestines. Damon was in tears of pain.

"Aw, are you crying? Did I made a grown vampire cry? Hahaha...this is fun." Wes said like a sick maniac as he picked up a knife and began slicing through Damon's intestines careless about the pain he was causing his patient.

"MMMMMMMM!!!! MMMMM-HMMMM!!!" Damon cried out as he felt his intestines sliced apart, then, they were soon put back inside him and his spleen was next.

Wes carved out Damon's spleen and began studying it and after 10 minutes of his research he put it back. Damon cried looking at his body, able to see inside of him, even able to see his fast pumping heart. He felt sick seeing his insides.

Wes finally let Damon heal then he ripped the tape off Damon's lips which wasn't as painful as everything else, but still painful.

"Now all I need to do is take at least 10 pints of your blood." Maxfield said as he got everything to draw blood from Damon.

"What? No w-wait! That could kill me! No, NO PLEASE STOP!!! PLEEAAAASE NOOO!! DON'T DO THISSSS!!!" Damon screamed trying to escape but couldn't.

Damon watched in horror as Wes jabbed the needle through his skin and soon enough blood was seen flowing throughout the tube coming from Damon.

Maxfield then taped the needle down so it wouldn't come out and he left for a while...and had Lizzy with him. To Damon this seemed like forever, an eternity.

"How long is he gonna be? If he doesn't come back and stop the needle from drawing my blood I might die by the time he comes back!" Damon thought fearfully as he squirmed uselessly to escape.

As hours passed by Damon became weaker and weaker from his blood loss, but then he suddenly saw Elena coming downstairs which excited him with hope and tried calling her over.

"Eh-Elena...h-help...me...out of here."

"D-Damon? What's going on, what happened to you?" She asked panicking.

"I'll explain...later, just help me."

"Uh-ok, just tell me what to do."

"G-get...the needle out...of my arm. It's taking my blood...the docter who did this was planning on drawing 10 pints of my blood..."

"Ok I'll take it out, there it's out...and 10 pints?! That could kill you!"

"I know...that's why I'm s-so weak..."

"Well we better get you the hell out of here then, come on." Elena said struggling as she tried to unstrap Damon from the table.

"Can you walk?"

"I d-don't know." Damon said as he got up and collapsed taking the table down with him which made a loud crash.

"Shhh...Damon, be quiet someone could hear us. Elena said as she helped Damon walk upstairs, Damon kept on limping and limping and collapsed once they made they're way upstairs.