A/N:Hello my lovelies, so do you like my story so far! First I would claim dark warnings in this chapter. Rape is to occur. I'm sorry if some people went through this. I know I hated myself for writing it. No matter what women are strong and it's not their fault it theirs,the rapists. It was nessacary for my story but I even wanted to take a pair of scissors to cut of their dick slowly and painfully it's what they to all the survivors for your strength. I strongly encourage you to read my chapter but if you don't want to or read the last part of the chapter.

It's your choice.

SIDE NOTE it's at the bottom of chapter feel free to skip it. It makes me angry that this happens in the even warn you before it happens. So you the readers can skip over it.

This is my first story in awhile so please be gentle. Hate it, love it? I want to say that Santana is mine and so far my favorite lol. I also claim Santos although I want to murder him.

I don't own the Vampire Diaries or Kol Mikaelson sadly. But enjoy my darlings!

Some will hate or love me. For this chapter. Shoutout to the readers who left me reviews. Thanks you guys it means all lot to me. That you liked my story so far.

1113 Cadiz Spain

Night after night he came back to see her from a distance although she knew he was there in the crowd sticking to the shadows rather then be in front of her. Tracing her hands on the top of her breasts to her waist. Running her fingers through her hair as she threw her head back. The tips of her hair tickling her back. As the men groaned in their seats at the sight of her. It was always the same men came in, drank and groaned as she teased them to the point they were aroused and then they left after having too many drinks. Repeat. Till she saw the mysterious man in the back. That hope swelled in her chest like she got struck with lightning and from that moment she saw him she felt drawn to him. Once upon a time ago she knew she'd die here giving lecherous men her body. Taking her to one of the rooms in this 'palace' for an after show. Their hot disgusting breath in her face as the men used her however they pleased. Lying beneath them like a lamb to the slaughter her mind always traveling to the dark powerful man as their hands traveled down her body thrusting in and out, in and out. Hot breath tickling her ear as he moaned in her ear till his dick twitched inside of her and shot short bursts of hot sticky cum inside of her. Rolling off and to their side satisfied, a smile creeping onto their face as they slept.

Santana got off the bed tugging on her panties and clasped her bra on to leave the darkened room in a hurry to hers. Once she was safely inside and the locked the door. She walked to the bathroom and turned the knobs for the water; sliding into the tub and sat there as the water hit her like a tiny bullets pelting her. Her entire body shaking as sobs erupted from her throat her hair covering her face like a curtain hugging herself an attempt to stop herself from crying. But it was no use as the dark tears fell from her eyes and down her cheeks mixing with hot scalding water above. Scrubbing till her skin was red and raw promising to herself that she wouldn't be weak again as the hot water hit her back. An attempt to erase the man from her skin, hair and thighs like he never existed. It was always the same. Feeling her heart break once again as it clenched inside like tears scratching it wide open. Pushing the strands of her hair back from her face and rubbed her eyes harshly smearing the makeup all over her face. Hoping that she would see him again tomorrow night seizing her heart like electric shocks entering her heart, wiping the makeup from her eyes and stood up with a smile on her face causing her dark chocolate eyes to come alive as she stared at herself in the broken shards of the mirror above her table. Her body practically buzzing in excitement as her eyes felt heavy. Sliding her feet over to the bed and fell asleep humming.

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Tonight she saw him again in the crowd his eyes always remaining transfixed on her as she moved freely on the stage. Her hands down her body as the men drank, their bodies dropping onto the table like flies. She even got a bit more daring since he came every night to see her. the desire pooling inside his body as he nursed his bourbon in his hand. His legs on top of the table and his back leaning into the chair as he stared at her yet to learn the name of the beautiful girl that made his nerves stand and crawled throughout his body. Imagining his long slender fingers tangled in her dark curls lying beneath him, her long creamy legs that went on for miles curled around his waist. His mouth kissing in between the valley of her breasts down her navel, down to where she ached for him the most. Her lips screaming in ecstasy in his ear, screaming his name before coating his cock. Deliciously.

His pants becoming unbearable and painful as he shifted his pants to relieve himself and sighed that once again he would have to use his hand or a whore to unleash his overwhelming frustration. He felt his veins burn in excitement at the sight of her. His whole body itching for her, that it was simply becoming an obsession to have her. God what is happening to me! His subconscious screamed inside of him not use to these emotions spurring inside of him. He used and abused girls till they were no longer any use to him anymore. But she was the exception to his own little rule, by gods or hell he wanted her, possess her. Even as she got every man in this shoddy dump aroused and lusted after her.

To put on a show just for him

She danced seductively across the stage feeling this undeniable hunger for this man, but couldn't give into him just yet. Her heart racing in panic seizing her heart. Her body shaking as she felt blood thundering in her veins like she was on fire. Steeling her nerves to calm the rushing of blood that a smirk danced across her lips as she waved her arms in front of her teasing. Twisting her hand into her hair and beconing him with her fingers towards her. Moving the strands of hair over with her hand and slowly go down the other side of her neck, down the tops of her breasts till she reached her waist and finally gyrating her hips moving to the beat knowing he watched her every move.

It was for him. Her veins practically humming inside, under her skin.

Placing his hands on top of the table even as she beaconced him with a wave of her fingers pissed him off. That he stood abruptly from his seat narrowing his eyes and smirked as she stared at him. Slamming the chair into the table rather harsh. Ignoring how every move she made connected to his cock causing him to it was who he is cocky, curious, mean, cruel, sarcastic. She should be kissing the ground he walks on, not him! His mind screamed as it thundered in his head. Earning a few stares that dared to look at him and not at her. The goddess before them standing in the light like an angel from the heavens above. Her teary eyes following his every move. Storming out and into the cool dew. Early morning breeze.

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A/N: here's the WARNING before it happens. Feel free to skip or not. It's your choice.

She felt his hard fingers dig into her dark curls. Yanking her head back towards his chest so her eyes fixated on his stormy blue eyes. Feeling his hands squeezing hard on to her waist pushing her against him. Causing her to cry out in pain as she saw stars. Tugging his hand into her hair pulling it back that she felt a sting in the back of her head. Using his palm to push her harshly into her vanity table that scraped her arm on the corner of wood. Small drops of blood smearing across the table. She wanted to whimper at the pain he caused her, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her so weak. Her breath stilled in the air as she heard the unbuckling of his pants. Her eyes widening immensely at what he was going to do to her.

He entered her. HARD.

Inch by inch she felt him inside her. She gasped in pain, as he abruptly entered her. It hurt like he was tearing her inside out. Pounding inside her. Gleaming red liquid coating his cock in the candle light as she desperately tried to accommodate him. Tears escaping her eyes as she bit down HARD on her lip trying to hold in her screams from him, violating her. Her mind desperate to grab onto something to help escape this unending torture. His body caging her in like concrete sealing her in. Like a tight ended noose around her neck that made it unable to breathe.

Feeling pain the inside her chest drowning her.

He reared out and slammed back in, repeating the process. Her vision becoming hazy and disoriented. Crushing all of his weight on top of her and his rough calloused hands felt like needles on her skin. Her hips hitting the table harshly from his thrusts that it kept hitting the wall every SINGLE second. His hands touching her like she is 'suppose' to love it. Like he was doing her a favor. Bringing his mouth to her ear brushing the strand of hair gently away from her face. She felt his breath on her neck mixed with tobacco and whiskey hitting her. Trapped between her table and him. Unable to move as her body was boxed in.

"You should know by now my sweet, you're mine"

All she could do was look away and tilt her head down towards the ground. So she couldn't see what was happening to her. Because of HIM. Her mind screaming at her to do something as he plunged into her again and again...and again. To find something anything to get out and hit him with. But sadly she couldn't he was stronger than her. She felt like she couldn't move or even breathe as her heart slammed against her chest so fast that she thought it might jump out of her chest.

"So beautiful, so mine". Moving his lips to hers as he twisted her head up, towards him. As he pushed roughly inside of her again.

He went slightly faster and faster as he felt something so warm inviting him in. Not caring he was bruising her by his rough force. She brought this upon herself. Daring to look at another man. She was his and nothing else mattered. He was stealing her away from him. Seeing the looks from the balcony that they threw each other.

It wasn't his fault. It was hers. For daring to be anything else or who.

He went harder holding nothing back. His balls smacking against her soft skin. She was so tight and warm that he couldn't get enough. In the mirror he looked at her, taking in the beautiful sight that she was. A fucking goddess. All his. He thought. Angered that she didn't talk or move. Hot tears rolling down her cheeks as her eyes were closed. She was Crying.

She felt like dying inside or turning around and magically appearing with unsterilized scissors to cut his dick off. So he can die slowly and painfully. Gathering up all the courage she had left inside of her. She blinked the tears away as she felt him twitch and shoot his hot sticky juice inside of her. Rolling out of her and tugged on his pants buttoning them. Santos brought her up to her feet and kissed the tears away. Leaving her there dazed and scared, and most of all angry at herself, him, and the cruel world she lived in. Walking slow steps towards the mirror she gasped. Bringing her shaky fingers to her face and looked. Really looked. She was a mess dry tears stained her cheeks. Lip stick smudged around her lips. Her arms and thighs were covered in dark purple bruises that wouldn't go away for weeks. Her eyes narrowing into slits as she promised herself, to the mirror, the gods, the air. That he would pay. If that was the last thing in this earth she would do.

A/N: hate it or love it. Did you skip past or read it? I'm curious to know what you thought. Thank darlings for sticking with me. Stay tuned for more. I will try to post as often as I can.