Author's Note: Here is the next chapter! A little dark, so please beware! Please read and R&R! Thank you all for your support!
Elena had now been held captive for over three weeks. Her face no longer glowed, her smile never showed, and her faith of getting out of there diminished. Ever since her punishment, she worked harder at her duties with no complaints. She woke up every morning and took care of her patients, cleaning and cooking all day for them. She had hoped her increase in productivity would be enough to convince Damon she could leave, or at least tell her family she was okay.
"Elena, don't forget I have some of my male friends coming over for some drinks later," He said as he walked into the kitchen where she was preparing lunch for her patients. He gave her a large smile, trying to encourage her to do the same.
"Okay," She responded simply, her eyes drooped, the bags under her eyes apparent.
"I expect you to stay in your room. They are vampires. They have urges, especially around humans." He said as he grabbed one of the prepared sandwiches off the counter, walking away quietly.
She ran upstairs with her trays of lunch, delivering each. Roger was heading out to the pool, his towel thrown over his shoulder.
"Would you like me to bring it out there for you, Roger?" Elena asked happily. The patients were the only thing keeping her sane. They made her happy and their smiles only made her smile in return.
"I am not broken, Elena. I will be happy to carry it out," He said, reaching for the tray. Elena smiled one last time before delivering her next tray to Hannah and her soon-to-be baby. The woman was quietly reading a book out loud, her body tucked up in her overstuffed armchair and wrapped in a soft afghan.
"Hello, Hannah! How are you feeling, today?," Elena asked as she struggled to enter the room with her tray.
"I feel much better today. The baby loves when I read out loud!," She rose from the chair, placing the book in the seat before grabbing the tray.
"Thank you, Elena," She remarked.
"When is your next appointment?," Elena asked, walking toward the door.
"Damon gives me examinations and vitamins, but I haven't seen a doctor," She muttered as she took a bite out her meal.
"He hasn't let you see a doctor?," Elena asked, shocked by what she was being told.
"There is no need. Damon is a doctor," She said laughing, her belly bouncing up and down.
"He said in the late 70's he got bored and decided to be a doctor because he could get free blood, but also help people. He is a very good doctor, too!," She acknowledged.
Elena could barely think. Damon was a doctor? Why didn't he take their blood if he was trained to? Hannah said he wanted to help people? He was making money off of them, not helping them, or maybe he was. He saved Hannah and Roger from of life on the streets. He saved them.
"Wow. I never expected to hear something like that," Elena said grabbing her last tray.
"He has been alive for so long that he is probably also a lawyer, a cop, and a movie producer!," She giggled quietly to herself as Elena finally said goodbye, closing the door behind her.
Her last patient, Emily requested that the tray be left outside her room. The girl obviously had some dark secrets she was not willing to express. After delivering lunch, Elena decided to clean up the house.
She walked down the hall coming to a large balcony leading down a spiral staircase that led to the first floor. As she walked down the steps, she suddenly noticed how large the house actually was. As she reached the first floor, she walked into the big, beautiful living room with the 55" television that fit the fireplace perfectly below it. The chandelier that hung above her was just like out of a movie, but cleaning it was more of a nightmare.
She continued to clean the house, finally acknowledging the kitchen with it's huge granite island and stainless steel appliances. In the kitchen, there were french doors leading out to the porch that overlooked a massive garden and pool that she was not responsible for cleaning. She saw Roger swimming, causing her to grin.
She walked back through the livingroom to a parlor that required her to step down. It was like a den, darker in color and full of books and alcohols lining the shelves. This was obviously where Damon had his guests sit when they visited. She decided not to clean it for fear of breaking his expensive alcohol collection.
As she returned to the living room once again, she finally noticed the huge front door that she could easily escape through, but she gave up the idea after her terrifying punishment weeks before.
Elena could hear Damon's guests arrive around six O'clock. She had already prepared dinner, letting the patients know they must stay in their rooms for the night. There were only two men besides Damon that entered the house. Their cars alone told her that they were very wealthy, Elena's view from her window allowing her to see them as they arrived. She could hear them laughing as they entered the house, Damon loudly greeting them. She decided to read her book, pulling up a chair facing toward the window. She inferred that the guests would also be vampires, most likely customers of Damon. It scared her in many ways, but she kept herself occupied.
Thirty minutes later, she could hear someone climbing up the stairs, making her very nervous. As he entered her room, her heart raced.
"Elena, I wanted to make sure that you told the patients to stay in their rooms," He said, smirking at Elena.
"Yes," She said plainly, her voice almost like a robot.
"Good. See you later," He replied, his hand holding a scotch glass firmly.
"Wait, Damon," She yelled suddenly, her body walking toward him by the door. He suddenly stopped, his face confused.
"When can I leave? I've done nothing but work my very hardest to earn my freedom. I think I have earned it." She implored, her face longing to hear a response.
"Elena," He answered, pausing for a long moment before continuing. "I have given you everything. I have bought you whatever you wanted. I have allowed you to do whatever you want within reason. I have given you everything. If you want to know the truth, you are never leaving."
His voice was still very calm, but shaky. It was obvious he had wanted to avoid this conversation. Before Elena could even respond, Damon shut the door quietly behind him, descending down the staircase.
Elena could not hold it back any longer and the tears began to stream down her face. Her cries grew as she angrily walked to the hall closet containing all the blood bags from the last week. She opened the door, grabbing five bags before storming off to the hall bathroom. She was now sobbing, her anger apparent. Why would he not let her go? After how hard she worked to earn her freedom. She was miserable and tired.
All she wanted was to go home to her family.
As memories of her parents crept into her mind, she angrily stabbed one of the blood bags with a needle, allowing the blood to drain down the sink. As she watched it drain, she smiled. The thought of Damon's angry reaction only made her squeeze the bag harder until it was completely empty.
Downstairs, Damon instantly smelled the distinctive blood in the air. He could only imagine what it could be, but he guessed it was Elena. He angrily rose from the couch he was sitting on. He turned to his guests before exiting.
"There seems to be a serious pest problem upstairs. I think I need to take care of it now," His teeth were clenched, along with his fists. He quickly ran up the stairs heading for the source of the smell.
He ripped the bathroom door open, almost taking the hinges off with it. That's when he saw her there with the empty blood bags surrounding her. She still had one in her hand, the blood draining rapidly from it.
"Oh hell no," He screamed grabbing her hair in one swift grasp, her face now panicked.
Elena knew she was in deep shit, but that monster needed to suffer and it almost seemed worth it until she noticed what was happening.
He continued to drag her, her screams echoing as they went down the hall to a small room with nothing but a queen sized bed against one of the walls. It was still fairly dark in the room as he turned the lights on. He shut the door angrily, throwing her onto the bed. Using vampire speed, he pinned her wrists down as she shuttered from fear, her sobs turning to shrieks. Her eyes showed everything. She was genuinely scared.
As he stared down at her, his face just inches from hers, he saw her fear. She was sobbing and screaming. Was he being too harsh? He knew her ultimate fear was being violated. Even he couldn't do that to a woman. With a sudden change in plan, he took her wrists and threw her off the bed until her body was sprawled on the floor. She began wiggling her body away from him, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Moments later, he grabbed her ankles dragging her back to where he stood firmly.
"You will pay back every penny you just drained, you little bitch," He croaked, grabbing the collar of her shirt and sitting her up.
He walked in a circle as if thinking about what to do next. Elena was still sobbing hysterically as he began to speak.
"Take off your shirt," He barked, his eyes piercing hers. He knew if he wasn't going to rape her, he would humiliate her instead.
Her sobs grew as she begged "please...no," Her face only turned more distorted.
"Do it" He yelled, not making eye contact with her any longer. His arms were crossed in front of his chest in a defensive manner.
Out of fear, Elena slowly began to remove her shirt, her cries turning panicked. By the timed she removed it, she was trembling.
"Take off the bra...NOW!" He yelled as he started to get impatient.
He stepped forward as he waited, making her cringe. She unclasped her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms until it fell to the floor in front of her. She was now gasping for air as he stared her up and down, her breasts rising and falling as she sobbed.
"Guess what your punishment is? You get to mop every floor in this house, but here's the best part, you get to guess which room you will start with," He smirked and laughed as he waited for her response.
"the b-bathroom?," She stuttered, using her hands to cover her naked chest.
"BEEP! That is incorrect Miss Gilbert. You get to clean the den first!," He exclaimed sarcastically, wiggling his index finger back and forth.
"B-but your guests are in the den," She wailed.
"Ding Ding Ding" He retorted with a smirk.
"NOOOOOO," She screamed loudly, grabbing her hair angrily.
"Well, if you decide you don't want to, we can continue where we left off," He responded, walking over to the window, staring out.
She didn't even respond. She just continued to scream in panic as she realized what he was making her do. The humiliation of being topless was bad enough, but having to mop the den with his male guests watching was enough to kill her. On the other hand, Damon was going through with the rape would be much much worse. She got up off the floor, her body trembling as she stumbled toward the door.
"One more thing, Elena. In addition, to your daily chores, I expect you to be my personal caretaker. I want you in my room every morning at 9 am sharp with my breakfast. If you don't, I will not hesitate to rape you, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Damon said calmly as if they were having a civil conversation.
She just continued to whimper as she exited, her heart racing.
She reached the den with her cleaning supplies in hand. One of the guests was leaning on the fireplace as he sipped his scotch. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a grinch-like smile. The other was seated on the couch, his arm resting. He looked similar to the other man, but his hair was brown with green eyes.
She began scrubbing the floor, her breasts swinging back and forth as she did. She was sobbing quietly, the men staring diligently at her, smirking as they drank. The humiliation was almost too much to bare.
"Looks like Elena has come for our pleasure...COME HERE," His british accent echoed through the den, his smile smirking at her. She obediently walked over to the blonde man, too afraid to resist. He grabbed her chin roughly, looking into her eyes deeply.
"For such a pretty girl, you are such a dirty slut," He hissed into her face, the tears still streaming down her cheeks.
"Klaus, Elena has already been assigned her punishment," Damon proclaimed calmly from the doorway of the den. Klaus let go of her chin, allowing Elena to return to her spot on the floor.
"So this is the girl you spoke of?" The other man asked from the couch.
"Stefan, that is for me to know" He almost growled his response as the man only returned a smile.
"Well for our first introduction, I have seen more than my fair share of her," He laughed as he sipped his drink, staring at her breasts as they bounced.
"She smells as good as she looks," Klaus muttered, licking his lips.
"And she feels even better when I'm in her," Damon lied, smirking, "Thank you all for your analysis. Elena, you can go to your room now and finish up tomorrow," Damon said, pouring himself another glass of scotch.
She stumbled to the door still crying, her sobs getting louder as she ascended up the stairs. By the time she returned to her room, her body collapsed from exhaustion on her bed. She knew her place in the house...bottom of the stack...and she would never question it again. The humiliation would be a reminder everyday that she was never getting out of there...and Damon knew that.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please make sure to review...it gives me advice and motivation for the next chapter! Thank you for your support! xoxo
