Elena sat in the room that now was supposed to belong to her, and the more she thought, the more the horror sank in. This was real life, it was happening to her and no matter how ironic it sounded in her head she knew it was real. She willed the tears to go away, but they slipped out of her eyes as she sat there quietly staring at the wall. Her hands rubbed her now throbbing arm that had been so viciously twisted by an even more vicious man.

She didn't know how this could possibly be allowed, how would nobody not notice that she just up and left the planet. Elena wondered what her father would tell people, maybe they will tell them she just up and ran away. A shudder ran through her body as the next thought came to mind.

What if they just tell them I'm dead.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a key in her door, she turned around slowly to see whoever was going to walk in. Relief spread through her body when the man from earlier appeared shutting the door behind him. For a moment he stood there staring at her and the look of pity came over his face.

"What do you want?" Elena said with bitterness in her voice as she turned to look back at the wall.

"How is your arm?" He asked as he slowly approached. He was now standing closer to her, making Elena become hesitant. She didn't answer though she continued to cradle it. "Do you need an ice pack or maybe some Tylenol?"

"No."

"Well then, would you want something to eat, I can bring you whatever you would like."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Noah miss." Elena eyed him and felt herself soften a bit at the man's eyes. Though his face held no expression, his eyes were kind. She knew she was starving, and she knew this man was nothing like the other guy.

"I suppose I would like that." Elena said.

"You would like what?" Bill replied.

"Something to eat, I'm not picky anything would do really."

"Of course, would you like to change first though miss?" Elena looked down and nodded, knowing she must look quite a mess at this moment. Noah stepped out and Elena stared at the drawers, not wanting to let anything this man picked out be against her body type. Then the thought of a warm shower and fresh clothes appealed to her, so she went over and found herself a basic black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. When she searched for new undergarments she was absolutely disgusted with the choices he had made. Who did he think he was picking out these kinds of items? She could tell time had gone into choosing them, which was kind of creepy. Quickly she found the most appropriate pair and grabbed a plain black bra.

When she walked into her bathroom she was again surprised to see that all her needs had been met in there as well. When she got in the steam from the shower felt unbelievably good, and she lost track of time for just a moment. Quickly getting out she dried off and pulled on her clothes with speed feeling the grumbling in her stomach. She brushed her hair, and was walking out the door in less than two minutes seeing Bill standing there with a patient look on his face.

"Sorry," she gushed and he gave her a nod and led her down the same hallway again only this time leading her in a different direction. "Where are we going?"

"To the dining room, downstairs."

"Is he going to be there?"

"No." She sighed in relief and continued to follow him until they reached the door, following him into a nice pretty room with a beautiful table filling up the middle of it. It was big enough to sit twelve and she suddenly felt even more lonely and upset when she sat down all by herself.

"Are you going to eat with me?"

"No, I'll be in the kitchen but I'll be here if you need anything."

She waited at the table and soon a glass was brought to her and it was filled with delicious lemonade, and she then realized just how thirsty she really was as she chugged down the glass. Next a salad was brought to her, and she believed it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted in her life. She was almost finished eating it when she heard the door open and looked up to she Mr. Salvatore standing there staring at her making a chill course through her body.

"What are you doing in here?" She asked not wanting him to come any closer as he walked towards the table.

"Well this is my home isn't it?"

"It's a boat." She replied dryly and watched as he sat down to the left of her and she scooted her chair as far over as possible. He acted like he didn't notice and Bill appeared at his side in seconds getting Damon's drink for him, which looked to be a glass of some sort of scotch. When he walked away Elena felt his eyes on her and tried to ignore his gaze and was determined to finish her salad.

"It's rude to ignore people." He pointed out causing her to look at him.

"What do you want?" She slammed her fork down finding her backbone finally and looked him dead in the eyes still hypnotized by their beauty.

"Well first I want you to watch how you talk to me, and then I would like to talk to you and have a decent conversation without you making me want to hurt you."

"I'm sorry but do you even know what the word decent means?"

"Drop your attitude!" He cried slamming his fist on the table making Elena's heart jump into her throat. The room was filled then with only the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall. He reached out and yanked Elena's chair to the place it was before and she clenched her eyes shut for a moment. "Now act like a proper lady, even though you hardly look like one for dinner." She didn't reply she just folded her hands in her lap and sat there not moving until Bill and a young pretty girl came out serving them a plate with delicious looking food.

"Hi Damon," the girl said as she sat the plate down In front of him and Elena looked over staring at the girl more.

"Hey Barbie, how are you?" He replied and gave the girl a genuine smile.

"Hi I'm Caroline," The girl said looking at Elena and smiling with a row of perfect white teeth that went amazing with her soft creamy complexion. Her green eyes shined with excitement as she looked at Elena and already could feel herself liking this girl.

"Now's not the time Care," Bill said softly and Elena saw Damon's jaw clench up as he shot a look over to her. They both exited the room and left them alone again, making Elena even more nervous than before.

"Eat Elena, it's rude to not eat." He lifted up his fork and began to dive into the delicious looking food. Not wanting anymore trouble Elena picked up her fork and began to pick at her food putting in small bites. "So what is it that you like to do?" Not knowing how to answer the question she came up with the simplest thing.

"Paint."

"Are you any good?"

"I guess."

"We have very pretty views sometimes out here."

"Oh,"

"Do you like your room?"

"Yes."

"Does everything fit?"

"Yes."

"I'm happy to see you at least change and showered."

Smile. Pause.

"Do you like to watch movies?"

"No."

"Do you to watch TV?"

"No."

"Are you going to give me any real answers?"

"No." She said looking up at him now biting her lip at her response, but she had what her father said was diarrhea of the mouth. She spoke before she even considered what she was doing. Damon gave her a cold hard look before setting her fork down.

"I try to be a nice man Elena, and I really do try to have patience. Do you know why I try Elena" She shook her head at his questions making him continue. "Because I have a temper, I have what you would call a short fuse. I don't like when people press my buttons, because I do not enjoy getting angry. Do you understand what I mean Elena and please speak when I talk to you."

"Yes,"

"Good, because I hope we can get to this understanding quickly. I like my woman to be a certain way, and I have things I expect you to be and things I expect you do. You need to always respect me, and don't ever disobey my orders. If I don't like something than I expect you to change it, I expect you to do as I say with no question or I'm going to get angry. That wasn't me angrier early, and you really don't want to see me angry." Tears clouded her vision as he basically explained to her she was now his slave, or some sort of puppet. She couldn't find her voice to speak at the moment, she felt more than defeated.

Damon went back to eating his meal quietly and Elena tried to finish as much of her food as she could while trying to hold back the sobs in her throat. She saw Damon throw down his fork as he cleared his plate and again his gaze was on her. She felt his hand pulling her wet hair over her shoulder, and his hand stroked down her neck making her shudder. No longer able to resist she yanked herself away and stood up out of her chair looking at him in defiance.

"Listen!" she spat into his face," If I have to follow your rules than you will follow mine. I don't want you to touch me, not now or not ever. I'm not some little puppet you can have your way with if you pull a couple strings. I'm sorry if I have disappointed you, but it seems as if you need to find someone else to carry out the sick charade!" Elena began and expected any moment to be yanked back, but she was surprised when she made it out the door. Noah stood there like he knew he had been needed and without a word led Elena back to her bedroom, again locking the door behind him.

Damon sat in his room, his lips pressing to the side of a glass as he let the scotch run smoothly down his throat. He was trying to put the flame out to his anger, but he was having little success and filled himself another glass. His mind wandered to what Elena had so boldly told him earlier. It bothered him deeply, that one little girl could make his palms twitch that badly to slap her across the face.

He knew there was no way he could send her back, not with how badly he wanted her. And he would have her, little did she know Damon Salvatore did not take well to defiance. He would teach her that she had no choice but to obey him. She would learn soon enough that she belonged to him, and she would satisfy all of his needs.

"Sir, I have what you requested." Damon's head sprung up and his eyes landed on Bill in the doorway standing with a pretty brunette that had similar face to Elena's.

"Thank you," He said and rose from his chair walking over to where the brunette stood as Bill exited. His hand roughly grabbed the girl's arm as he led her over to a large bed in the middle of the room.

"I'm-" Damon put his finger to her lips making her grow silent again.

"Don't speak." His hands fumbled yanking the girl out of her clothes, causing her to twist her face is pain to his rough movements.

"Are you going to hurt me?" The girl whispered looking into his face which was filled with anger. This question caused Damon to pause and look fully at the girl. He gave the girl a smile that chilled her to the bone.

"Yes."