Chapter 2

Elena's eyes shot open and she stared up into the darkness. Her breathing was shallow as she tried to remember what had happened. She remembered the men coming in to her house, threating her and then being forced into the back if the car, but that was it. Had they drugged her? She certainly felt as if they had.

Moaning quietly and still lost in a semi-unconsciousness haze she tried to sit up, supporting herself on her elbows. She hurt all over from the pounding in her head to her muscles straining to keep her weight up. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the light in the room. The start of the sunrise seeped through the curtains giving Elena the chance to observe the room in a dim light.

After what she had experience with those men, she had half expected to be kept locked in some dark, dank basement. But, to her surprise, she was able to start making out the shapes of furniture in the big bedroom. Crisp, silk sheets surrounded her and pillows spread all around the head of the bed. Defiantly not what she was expecting.

Elena ran her hands over her body, checking that everything was in its place. No clothing missing and not a mark on her body. That's when she noticed the metal clasp that was wrapped around her wrist. This wasn't hers.

A thick silver band cuffed her wrist and was decorated with two, small lights. One light glowed a light green, whilst the other flashed red occasionally. Elena grabbed the device, pulling it as much as possible to try and get it off, but to no avail.

She cursed under her breath and decided to leave it for now and more on to the main plan; escaping this place.

Taking small steps, she made her way over to the door and turned the door knob. She was relived to find that the latched popped right open with ease, not making a sound as she pulled it. She squeezed out into the hallway and quietly closed the door behind her. So far, so good.

She turned to examine her surroundings. There was nothing overall noticeable as the walls were the same dark finish across them all. The walls were clear of any pictures or other decorations. What surprised her even more was that the door she had just come from was the only other here. There was a bigger and fancier door further down, but upon trying it Elena found it to be locked. Damn it!

Suddenly, she heard rattling and the jingling of keys against the door. Elena darted to the side just as the door swung open so that she was concealed behind it and out of eye sight. A young woman came through the door, a tray of food on a wheeled cart.

The woman continued down the corridor to the last door, giving Elena just enough time to slip through the threshold of the second door. She studied the length of the hallway again, feeling slightly more confidant that she was getting somewhere. There was no one in sight.

It was now or never.

She swiftly darted through the shadows, passing room after room. She took a quick glance in each of them to make sure she wouldn't get snuck up on. She made her way down the stairs, trying her best to avoid any creaky steps. But just as she reached the bottom, an alarm bell started ringing.

Shit!

Elena sprinted for the front door, yanking it open and stepping out on the front porch. She thought the alarm in the house was bad enough until the band on her arm started to flash rapidly and beeping.

"There she is!" A voice boomed behind her as three men in suits ran to the front door.

Elena didn't give it a second thought as she jumped off of the pouch and sped down the pathway. She wanted to go at full speed, but where the sun had not properly risen yet, Elena found it hard to navigate around the massive land. She could just make out in the distance a brick wall surrounding the property, but she could make it over it with ease.

That's if she ever made it there.

Her arms, legs, and chest burned with exhaustion. It was only a matter of time before something gave out, but she had to keep going, this may have been her only chance! But with every step she took from the house, the beeping on the band got louder to the point where it felt like it was piercing her ear drums.

Suddenly, Elena lost her footing on rocky path feel, her back colliding harshly with the cold ground and knocking the breath out of her. She choked on the air, her vision blurred with tears. She'd failed.

"We've got her!" Someone yelled as she was yanked off of the floor, a pair of hands pulling her arms behind her back.

"Get off of me!" She screamed.

Elena tried to struggle as much as she could, but she only ended up tiring herself out. She hung she head in defeat, letting the reality of what this meant final dawn on her. She was going to die here. There was no escape; there would never be any escape.

Someone stepped in front of her, gripping her chin up until her gaze locked with the dark green eyes of Stefan. He was breathing heavy too from all the running, but he was grinning, seeming to be thrilled by the chase.

"You really didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" A sinister laugh escaped him. "Besides, the boss wants to talk to you."

Stefan nodded to the man behind her, who she recognised as Klaus, as he kept one hand wrapped around her wrists but using the other one to wrap around the back of her neck. Elena whimpered as he gripped her pressure points, rendering her unable to move much.

Klaus took the band on her wrist and pressed a button, stopping the beeping sound and shutting off the alarm.

Tears pooled in her eyes again as she was forced back to the house. Elena kept her head down the entire time as they took multiple twists and turns throughout the building. Finally the stopped outside two large doors where Stefan knocked before opening.

They all stepped in to the room and Elena began to shake. There, right in front of her, was him, he dark haired man who had stolen her away and ruined her life. Damon.

He raised his eyebrows at Stefan who nodded and left the room without a second glance her way.

"You may leave as well Klaus. I'll deal with her." Damon sighed, sounding increasing bored by the whole situation. "She's my responsibility."

"Sir."

Klaus his hold on Elena, but she didn't move an inch once the door closed again, trapping her in there with the monster and cause of all her suffering. Damon smirked at her, watching her body shake under his gaze.

He slowly started to circle her, listening as her breathing became uncontrollable. He stopped behind her and gripped both her shoulders firmly.

"Oh Elena, what am I going to do with you?" His lips found their way to her ear. "What do you think I should do, hmm?"

Too scared to speak, Elena remained frozen and fixating her gaze on the opposite wall. She wouldn't cave in to him. She couldn't.

"Running away, well that was a very naughty and very stupid thing to do." Damon continued, breathing down her neck and rubbing her shoulders. "You'll never escape me."

"Why am I here?" Elena demanded, trying to ignore the feeling of him touching her.

"Ah, at last, your voice has returned, and what a lovely voice it is. I was afraid for a moment there." Damon chuckled as he made his way back over to his desk.

He knew she wouldn't try to run again after what had happened. The door was locked anyway, so even if she did try anything it would have been hopeless. He grabbed his glass of bourbon off the table and settled down on the couch, patting the seat next to him and gesturing for her to come over.

Elena froze, knowing that if she didn't go over to him, he would force her to. She wanted to try and stay on his good side at least until she thought of a plan B. She took the seat next to him trying to keep her distant but Damon merely shifted so that his leg was pressed against hers.

"There's a good girl. I'm glad you're not being stupid anymore." Damon grinned.

His free hand came out to touch her cheek once he was close enough, feeling it wet with her tears she had cried when she was brought in. Gingerly he stroked her hair away from her face, watching her eyes water at the smallest touch.

Elena shuddered at the warmth she felt emanating from his touch through her clothes and the way his fingertips danced over her skin. She made a futile attempt to get away from him but only caused him to latch on to her arm in a vice grip, yanking her roughly back.

"Why am I here?" She repeated in a more confident voice than she felt.

Damon grinned down at her, chilling her. "You're here because your Uncle failed to pay me on time. You're here because you were the only thing of value in that house. You're here because I want you to be here. It's quite simple really."

Despair settled into her heart at his words and she let out a shuddering breath, trying to control her rampant emotions. The last year had been a living hell for her, having to live with the death of her parents and her brothers down falls, and just when things were looking up it all came crashing down. Her life as over to be ruled over by this monster, used like a puppet and disposed of when he got bored. This was her life now.

"So that's it then?" She murmured, looking down at her hands. "You can't manage to get a woman to sleep with you willingly so prey on those who can't fight back?"

Elena regretted the words instantly at hearing a growl rise through Damon's chest. The next thing she knew, he grasped her chin with bruising strength and pulled her over to him. She was almost sitting in his lap now, having no choice but to look into his rage filled eyes.

Both of their chests were heaving with the tension in the air, Elena letting out a little whimper at the pressure being applied to her jaw.

"I have never and will never have an unwilling woman, Elena." He snapped in a harsh, low voice. "I have woman practically throwing themselves at me and trust me, little girl, I have no doubt that you will be one of them in the not to distant future."

"I would never sink that low." Elena hissed, trying to pull herself away from him.

"That's where you're wrong. I can see it in your eyes; you want me. There's no point in denying it."

"No!" She screamed, bring her hand back and slapping him across the face.

The noise echoed throughout the room shocking both Damon and Elena that she was actually brave enough to try it. She took the opportunity and darted off the seat and running towards the door. She rattled the handle and felt a little piece of her die inside when she discovered that the door had been locked from the outside.

No sooner had the through occurred to her, Damon threw himself against her, slamming the door and trapping the girl against his body. She shirked and started to beat at his chest, but he gathered her hands up in one and slammed them above her.

A shock wave of pain radiated through her body and her legs gave out as Damon let go of her hands, sending her to the floor in a heap. A few stray tears leaked from her eyes and travelled down her face as she rubbed her sore wrists.

"You should know better than to think you can get away from me. I wouldn't try it again." Damon growled, his expression dark. "I own you now. You're all mine. Accept it."

Elena sniffled and continued to try to soothe the burning pain in her wrists, which was difficult to do seeing as her right wrist had a massive band wrapped around it.

"Wh-what is this?" She asked softly, raising her hand but not meeting his eyes.

"That's a tag. It has a tracking device in it and built in alarm so that if you move more than 10 yards from the manor, I will know." He replied.

Elena shook her head, confirming that she understood. She wanted to fight, she really did, but all fighting did was get her hurt and put her in even more danger.

Damon sighed, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the sight of this poor girl whimpering at his feet. He didn't mean to nasty to her, but she had to understand that this was it. Her life belonged to him now to do with as he saw fit. He'd already decided to keep her, not wanting to share her beauty with anyone, but he hated the fact that she was so terrified that she couldn't meet his gaze.

Slowly, he knelt down on the floor trying not to startle her. He ran a hand through her hair, brushing it all to one side so that he could see her face clearly. Her jaw was faintly bruised from the amount of pressure he had grabbed her with and her hands were red from the force he had smashed them into the door with.

Damon mentally kicked himself for lashing out so soon and losing his cool, but he had to make her understand.

"Listen to me, Elena." He spoke calmly but there was a dangerous edge to his tone. "You will have a happy life here if you promise to do as you are told. Failure to do so will resort in punishments, understand?"

She refused to acknowledge him, setting her lips in to a tight line. It didn't matter nor did she care what happened to her anymore because she refused to bow down to this monster.

Damon sighed. "Fine, new plan. Failure to do what you're told will not only resort in your own punishment, but I will kill everyone you have ever met."

"What?!" Elena cried, eyes wild.

"Do as you are told, or I swear to God I will have each and every one of them, including your brother, killed right in front of you until you learn to behave. Understand?"

Elena gasped at the threat, letting her mouth fall open. Surely he didn't mean that? No one could be that cruel?! Then again, this was Damon Salvatore, the most ruthless and blood thirst mobster known today. Elena refused to let people to die because of her only stupidly. Especially her brother.

"I asked you a question, Elena." He said darkly, his bright blue eyes fixed intently on hers.

"Yes! I understand." She whispered, bowing her head again.

She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as she slumped her shoulders in defeat.

"Good girl." Damon cooed, stroking the top of her head. "Just do what you're told here, when you're told and we won't have any issues."

"Are you ever going to let me go?" She asked, leaning here body against the door.

"Shhh…" He hushed her, feeling a prick of guilt in seeing her so scared. He almost felt bad…almost. "You're mine now. Only mine."

She tried, she did, but Elena couldn't help it as the first sob escaped her lips which quickly escalated and got louder. Damon raised an eyebrow as she began to cry, repeatedly wiping her cheeks.

Damon sighed, standing up and running a hand though his hair. He knew what he had to do. He had to punish her for trying to escape, no matter how much he didn't want to. He had to follow through on his threats and make sure that she knew he was completely and utterly serious. She was his.

"Unfortunately, I will have to set your punishment now." Damon said unapologetically.

"W-what!? Why?"

"Well you tried to run away twice, you slapped me and then you punched me repeatedly. I make that four offences." He smirked, acting as if all of it was a joke.

Elena slowly stood up, wearily of his gaze travelling the length of her body his lustful eyes briefly meeting with hers as he began to grin once more. Damon came forward, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her right up against is body. Elena thrashed around in his grip but only caused Damon to chuckle and tighten his arm.

He started running his hands through her hair. Her heart was pounding, her palms were sweating and she could barely keep herself from hyperventilating.

"You need to understand, Elena," His lips brushed against her ear lobe as he muttered the words. "I will never hurt you, ever. Just follow my orders and I promise you will live a long and happy life here."

Elena didn't have time to react as Damon lifted her in the air and slung her over his shoulder. She started to beat at his back, screaming, shouting and kick as he merely chuckled at her efforts.

"Put me down!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Damon carried her out of the room and down a long corridor as other men jeered and whistled at the state she was in. Damon patted her backside as he went and Elena kicked her legs, making contact with his thigh a few times but not enough to injure him.

Her breathing became uncontrollable as he took her to the end of the hallway and down a set of stairs. The air grew colder the further they went down. Where the hell were they?

"Where are you taking me?" She pleaded.

He was silent. All of a sudden, he then dropped her and she braced herself for the fall, but landed on a mattress. She quickly studied her surroundings and realised she was in the basement. She jumped back up, determined to make it to the door, but Damon was in front of her, pushing her back down and leaning against the door.

"This is what I like to call a 'time out'." Damon smiled cruelly. "You need to learn your place here so I think a couple of hours in here should do you good."

"No!" She screamed, jumping to her feet again, but it was too late.

Damon had closed the door, bolting it and was smirking at her from behind the bars. Elena threw myself at the door and wrapped my hands around the bars. Her eyes over-flowed with tears as Damon stared down at her merciless.

"P-please d-don't do this!" Elena begged. "Please!"

"I'm sorry, Elena." He spoke softly, brushing his fingers against her knuckles. "I'll come collect you in a few hours. Maybe that will give you some time to think carefully about your place here."

Damon turned his back on her and continued back up the stairs, leaving her alone once again. Elena slumped to the ground and curled up in to a ball, trying to hide from the world. She let out a painfully sob, finally coming to the reality that this was going to be her life now. She was never going to get away, ever.

Damon paused at the top of the stairs, listening to her cries which left him feeling slightly uneasy. He promised to never hurt her. He didn't want to hurt her but she had to learn.

He was Damon Salvatore! Most feared man in the criminal world. In the past he would have killed someone for even looking at him in the wrong way, let alone slapping him.

He wasn't supposed to care, not one bit. He couldn't feel for her because that would imply emotions and emotions were what made a man weak! He couldn't care for her, not in the slightest. She was his property, nothing more.

But then again, she had fire. There was something about her, something different. Oh yes, she was indeed a beautiful prize and she was his.

Only his.

Hello everyone and here is another chapter! Wow, I have been overwhelmed with the response from all of you and your amazing reviews I honesty didn't think it would be this popular for the first chapter so thank you all so much. So this chapter was meant to be with the first as one really long chapter, but I decided to cut them up. So what did you think? Did you like it?

As explained in this chapter, Damon doesn't want to hurt Elena in anyway. He likes her fire and finds her intriguing which is why he is keeping her. It will be explained in future chapters what Elena's real purpose is and how valuable she really is to Damon. (Hint: it's something to do with his power and control in the criminal world) ;)

Oh and because some people were wondering, the dark themes and violence in this story will all be to do with the gangs and criminal activity that will contribute to the story line. Thank you all so much for the kind words and please let me know what you think! I am still a little wearily about this story but if you guys like it then I will continue :)

Next chapter: Elena learns the rules and Damon has a hard time controlling her. Stay tuned ;)