Dangerous Game

Bonnie turned over, trying to cuddle up with her pillows. She felt around. There were no pillows. She touched the floor. IT was hard and cold. She bolted up into a sitting position.

"What the fuck?" she asked.

Bonnie looked around. She was in some sort of cellar or prison. She stood up and examined herself. Besides her clothes being soaking wet, she had no visible cuts or scratches.

She tried to remember what happened. She remembered the deer, the car, and then "Damon," she said.

After stumbling a little bit in the blackness, Bonnie found the door, trying the handle. The handle didn't move. The door was locked.

"Hello!" called Bonnie.

"Damon! You bastard! Let me out!" she cried.

She slammed her foot against the door in frustration.

"Damon you asshole! Get down here!" she called again.

Damon's face appeared through the bars.

"Hello darling. Enjoying your stay?" he asked her.

"Damon. This is kidnapping. Let me the fuck out of here!" she screamed at him.

"Bonnie, you stole my ring. I can't go outside in the sunlight. I'm all alone in this big house until I get it back. I need some company. And who better than the one person in all of Mystic Falls to accompany me in my solitude than you?" asked Damon as he took a sip from his glass of brandy.

Bonnie closed her eyes and reopened them. Her eyes were rageful.

"Damon I am not your plaything. I don't exist just for you to torment me," said Bonnie. She squinted her eyes again, but Damon closed the slot to block her from view.

"Besides with me here, how are you going to get your ring back?" asked Bonnie, thinking she had won this war of the words.

"Ah. But that's the point Bonnie. With you here, I can go back out at night, knock on your door, use my compulsion on your dad to let me in so I can tear your home apart until I find my ring," said Damon.

Bonnie opened her mouth to speak, but her body dropped to her feet.

It all made sense now. With her there with Damon, she couldn't warn her dad not to let Damon in the house.

"Damon so help me God, I am going to kill you," she screamed once more from the floor before standing on her feet.

"Ah empty threats my dear Bonnie. You can hardly even use your powers anyway," sang Damon on the other side of the door.

"Let me out and I'll show you some real powers," said Bonnie as she kicked the door again.

"Bonnie please, you're going to be here awhile. Don't make threats that you can't follow through with," said Damon.

Bonnie couldn't take it anymore. Why did she even waste her time talking to Damon? He wasn't worth it. She sauntered over to the bed and lied door, her back facing the door.

"You win Damon. Now go away," said Bonnie as she closed her eyes, bringing the blankets over her body.

Damon opened the slot again and saw that Bonnie was in the bed. He stared at her breathing and heard her say "go away" with his advanced vampire hearing.

Damon chuckled to himself as he watched Bonnie for a few more moments.

Bonnie started shivering under the blankets. Her rain soaked clothes were causing her body temperature to drop. She started the really shake. She threw off the blankets, ran over to the door.

"Damon," she pleaded, knowing her was still there. The slot was open but Damon wasn't there.

"Please. Get me some dry clothes," asked Bonnie, starting to tear up.

Damon was gone and back within less than a minute.

"Bonnie, here's what you are going to do," said Damon glaring at her through the slot.

"You are going to back away when I open the door. You will not try to escape. You will not use your witchcraft tricks on me. You will stay perfectly still, understand?" asked Damon as he used his compulsion on her.

"I understand," said Bonnie as she backed away while Damon opened the door.

Damon opened the door slightly and entered the room.

Bonnie continued to look downwards as Damon approached her.

He looked extremely handsome. His clear blue eyes stared right down at Bonnie. He smirked as he handed her the dry clothes alone with some towels and an extra blanket.

"Good girl," said Damon as he touched her silky smooth chocolate skin.

Bonnie looked up at him and smiled. Then she kneed him in the groin. She dropped the bundle he had given her and ran out the door.

"Little bitch," said Damon as used his super speed to rush after her.

Bonnie was halfway up the stairs when Damon tackled her legs, sending her down the stairs.

"Get off me," said Bonnie, trying to kick him off of her.

The kicking didn't faze Damon.

Damon climbed up her small body before he pinned her with his body to the stairs.

"Bad move, little witch," said Damon as he picked her up by her upper arm.

"Ow! You are hurting me!" cried Bonnie

Damon stopped walking. He turned to face her.

"That's nothing compared to the pain that I can inflict on you," said Damon in a threatening tone.

He pushed Bonnie into the main part of the house, and slammed her down on the couch.

Bonnie looked over to the door, her escape to freedom.

The thunder crashed outside. Bonnie heard the raindrops on the roof. Even if she could get out of the house, Damon could follow her out into the storm. It would all be for nothing.

Damon walked over to her on the couch. He settled down beside her. He put his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest. Her head lay on his chest. She couldn't' hear a heartbeat.

He really was a heartless bastard.

Bonnie was grossed out.

"Ugh," said Bonnie.

"How did you do it?" asked Damon.

"Do what?" asked Bonnie as she stared at the fire that was alight.

"Resist my compulsion," said Damon, wanting an answer as his muscles tightened.

"Ring," said Bonnie, wanting to continue to breathe.

Damon looked down at her ring. He removed it from her finger.

Bonnie didn't resist.

Damon saw the heart ring. It had little hinges on the side. He opened it and saw there was vervain inside.

"Very clever Bonnie," said Damon as he chucked it into the fire.

"No!" said Bonnie bolting up only to be brought back down on Damon's chest.

"Try to remember Bonnie," said Damon

"I have surprisingly took a liking to you," said Damon

"What?" asked Bonnie now getting more scared.

Damon shifted his weight.

He was off the couch then back in a few seconds.

He returned with chains, handcuffs, and a piece of cloth. He had a sly smile on his face.

Bonnie stood up, rigid.

"What are you doing?" she asked backing away.

"What I should have done when I first brought you here," said Damon.

He jumped Bonnie, his hard muscular body on top of hers.

Bonnie's breath caught in her throat. Her heart rate was going through the roof. She was aroused, confused, and scared. No one was ever this physical with her.

Damon smiled as he leaned down, kissing her neck.

"You look so tasty," said Damon as he licked her neck.

Bonnie gagged.

"That's pleasant," said Damon as he took a hold of Bonnie, leading her back into the basement. He hooked the chains onto her wrists, handcuffed the chains in front of her.

"Open wide," said Damon as he shoved the cloth in to her mouth, tying it behind her hair. He turned his back, walking out the door.

"Good night," said Damon as he winked at Bonnie smiling before he closed the door, locking it on the other side then disappearing from her view.

Bonnie started to cry. Now she couldn't escape, she couldn't scream, she could only hope and pray.

She bowed her head and closed her eyes.

Dear God, please help me. Don't let anything happen to me. Let me be found. Stefan and Elena, please come back soon. Please don't let my dad invite Damon inside the house. I want to survive this. God, I'm begging you, save me from this monstrosity!