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Chapter 7
My eyes fluttered open and I coughed, wincing at the stabbing pain in my neck that came with it. Oh, yeah…the asshole had drained me to the point where I was almost dead. I hated him. Hate, hate, hate, hate, hated him! He was such a god-forsaken liar, and it shocked me that I'd actually played along with his hero act. How could I have believed him? He was not to be trusted, but yet again I let the part of me that saw the good in everyone over take me. He was a complete monster. Elena, you're so fucking stupid!
This then brought me back to the events of that very day, when he'd given Caroline away to that monster. Maybe the man had already done something with...no, it was best I didn't think that. Be positive, Elena, nothing's going to happen to her. It's you we're worried about, aren't we? Who knows what Damon's up to right now? Another innocent girl's murder?
"How are you this fine afternoon?" I jumped at the sudden sound that erupted from the other corner of the already small cell. So he'd been watching me all along.
"Go to hell, you fucking asshole!" I snarled. "What did I ever do to you that made you do this to me?"
A harsh slap struck my face, and I cried out. How dare he, and even though he deserved it?
"Don't talk to me like that, or I will brutally murder all of your friends in front of you." By this time, I'd forgotten all of my pain, and it turned to anger.
"Like you did to my parents?" I blurted. "And don't you forget that I have some rights in this world!"
"You're mine, princess, and since you are, then all of your rights are gone. I will torture you until you become so obedient that even if you'll never fight me again or even have the guts to talk to me, let alone call me names." He clutched my jaw in a bone-crushing grip. "Now, don't you think you deserve a punishment for talking back to me and acting the way you did when I gave Caroline away to Klaus?"
"N-n-no, please, don't, please!" Keeping his hold on my jaw, he made me stand and pulled me out the door. I finally got to see light after a matter of an…unknown amount of time, but it felt like centuries.
"It's already been planned out, sweetheart, so less complaining and more punishing." I could make out his smile, and blue eyes filled with lust. Disgusting! He was going to force himself on me again?! What a monster! But there was something else in store along with that.
We reached upstairs, and I saw a bucket of something that was red-hot and black. Coal? But why?
"Now," He kicked the bucket down, and it spilled across the smooth wooden flooring, dust flying everywhere, "You're going to walk on this 'till I tell you to stop. Got it?" He smirked as my face fell, and tears gathered in my eyes.
"P-p-please, no!" I sobbed, looking around. There wasn't anyone here, and I doubted that Stefan would get me out of this in time, if he found out what was going on, that is.
"You didn't listen the first time, did you? For an extra something, I'd like you to walk on it NAKED." My sobs only grew louder and louder, and he popped in front of me out of nowhere, ripping my clothes off. I struggled to cover myself, and then he pushed me straight into the burning coal. One of my feet fell onto it, and I lost my balance, falling onto my right side. It was all reddening, and I screamed, trying to crawl off.
But no, his fun still wasn't over. He kicked my side, which made me roll over another circle, finally plopping down onto the cool floor. All of my body was covered with increasingly large red and black spots. The pain was overwhelming, and I knew-I would never in a million years look the same.
"Oh, god, please, make it stop!" I shrieked, not caring that I was naked anymore. My real concern was the burns all over me.
"God's not gonna help you here. It's only and only me." Damon smirked, and grabbed my hair, pulling me up the stairs one at a time. I was on the verge of falling unconscious, but when we entered his bedroom, I was wide awake and terrified once again.
"No-no! You can't do this to me again! I don't deserve this; you've already caused me enough pain! NO!" He threw me down on the bed, and I gathered up all the strength I had in grabbing the side lamp, smashing it into his head forcefully. Blood dripped down his neck as he cursed, too hurt to stop me, and I searched his pockets for a phone, taking it out and limping to the other side of the room. I looked in the contacts list for Stefan's number, and held it to my ear once I called.
The phone rang three times and then went blank.
"Fuck!" I yelled, finding Klaus' number on the list, hoping that someone would pick up and they would be kind enough to come for me. My head twisted back to check on Damon. He was still plucking out shards of glass from his injured head, and I figured there would be enough time for me to talk.
"Hello?" A smooth British accent asked.
"Give the ph-phone to C-C-Caroline!" I gasped, almost out of breath, and worried that Damon would come at me any moment.
There was a moment of silence and I started to panic, my breathing heavy. What if they didn't care or didn't hand the phone over? What if they just left her here with this monster to do with her as he pleased?
"Elena?" The moment I heard her voice, my lungs sucked in much needed air.
"C-c-care, it's Elena. Damon's going to-to do it to me again! Please, tell someone to help me if they're there! No! NO!" I sobbed as Damon slapped me so hard my head hit the bedpost with a large cracking sound.
"Hello? Yeah, it's Damon. Nobody should come and help Elena right now or she'll be dead before you get here." Damon shot a murderous glare at me, setting the phone down and throwing me onto the bed again. He pressed against me, and I felt his-his thing hard against the rough fabric of his jeans.
Wonderful, I thought, He's taking his time. All the more painful for me then…
Something sharp dragged against the two holes on my neck, and finally entered them. I screamed, thrashing around, but he wouldn't stop, and pulled my arms above my head, wrapping his legs around mine.
So this is it, I thought, He probably isn't even going to leave me alive this time.
"Damon, stop!" Stefan bounded in, pulling Damon away from me, and Damon punched him in the stomach, going down along with Stefan.
Just then, the man who I recognized as Klaus came in with another man, and helped Stefan stand up. They held Damon back as Stefan held onto his neck, twisting it at an awkward angle, and Damon collapsed.
So Klaus was a better person than I thought he'd be! Caroline was safe with him, then… But it was the exact opposite for me.
"Elena," Stefan was suddenly in front of me, and stared at my face, "You're-you've been burned!"
"I know!" I curled up into a ball, taking the covers over me, and huddling up. Stefan cradled me to his chest.
"You're okay now. Here, drink some of my blood. You'll heal." He bit into his wrist and held it to my mouth. I lightly sucked on the wound, my pain disappearing in a few minutes.
"Please, take me home! I don't want to stay here anymore, please!" I cried, holding onto him like he was a lifeline.
"I'm sorry, Elena, there's nowhere for you to go. Your house has been burned down." He was stroking my hair, in soft, comforting motions.
"Get me Caroline if Klaus allows it. I need her NOW." I whispered, still crying, and flashbacks ran through my head, a vision of a horrid torture, even worse than before.
"Klaus, can you ask Rebekah to drive Caroline here?" Stefan requested Klaus, and he called the Rebekah person, whoever she was, telling her that Caroline was needed.
"She'll be here in a few minutes." Klaus nodded.
At the same moment in the Mikaelson's mansion…
"That fucking bastard!" I screamed, sitting back down at the table. Rebekah bit her lip anxiously.
"Don't be so touchy, please. But still, how could Damon do such a thing?" Rebekah crossed her arms.
"It isn't the first time he did it to her." I sniffled, despair coming in the way of anger.
"I just hope that my brothers can sort everything without getting hurt." Rebekah sighed, glancing towards me.
"Calling Damon Satan would be an insult to Satan." I gritted my teeth.
"Do you think we should go over there?" She let out a deep breath, "Oh, yes, and I'm sorry I was so insensitive. I don't really like other people taking my things without permission."
"Neither do I." I smiled in spite of the fact that my best friend was in danger.
A phone rang again, and Rebekah picked it up. Who was it this time?
"Klaus? Where are you two?" It was Klaus! Was Elena okay? What about Damon?
"That's great. All right, I'll have her there in a few moments." She put the phone down.
"What happened?"
"Well, before Klaus and Elijah got there, Stefan had pinned Damon to the ground, and then they snapped his neck and locked him up in the basement. Elena's fine, just a bit scared now, and she wants you to go there."
"Oh, thank God!" I fell back into my seat.
"Are you coming or not?" She was almost out the door, waiting for me.
"Of course!" I darted out the door next to her and we got in her car, driving away.
Back in the Salvatore mansion…
(My POV)
"Elena?" A blonde head peeked in at me, and then rushed in. Caroline was wearing a stunning dress and looked absolutely happy, very unlike me.
"Care, I thought I was going to die!" I burst into tears, covering my face with my hands.
"I know that you don't exactly want to talk about this but-what did he do to you?"
"He-he told me t-t-to walk on the hot c-coal, but I said n-no, and then he ripped my clothes off and-and pushed me onto it, and t-then he w-was about to r-r-rape me again when Stefan stopped him." Tears filled my eyes up again. She wrapped an arm around me and let me rest my head on her shoulder.
"Are you naked, Elena?" She pulled away from me for a moment.
"Yeah." I pouted in frustration. "Get me-get me clothes, please."
"Okay." Her heels clicked sharply as she walked out.
Personally, I didn't want to see Damon again. He'd scared me. A lot. Sure, he wouldn't be able to escape from wherever they'd put him, but there was a big chance that he could get out. I mean, he was strong…
A few hours later in another cell…
(Damon's POV)
"Fuck…" I cussed, rubbing my neck. Wait a second…where was I? A cell? But this was my house! Previous events suddenly flooded into my mind, and I flashed to the door, pulling on the bars. There was vervain on them. "Bloody fucking hell!"
"What does it feel like now, Damon?" I could make out Stefan holding a drink, his arms crossed, outside the door.
"Let me out or you'll regret it." I growled. Seriously, he was being such a bitch!
"It hurts, right? Well, this is exactly what Elena felt when you had her locked up, when you pushed her into smoking coal, and when you almost raped her for the second time!" His voice rose with every word. "You know, you should feel guilty."
"And why is that?" I smirked.
"First of all, she's curled up in a bedroom without getting any sleep. Second, she hasn't been talking to anyone, not even me or Caroline, and third, she's so afraid of you that she's having nightmares of you if she even tries to get some rest." Stefan swirled his drink around, and a wave of guilt hit me like a wrecking ball. No, why was I feeling that, I didn't care, did I?
"Why should this matter to me?" I didn't have all day to just ask questions!
"Because you're the one that did this to her!" He threw the glass straight into my face unexpectedly, and I caught it just before it hit me.
"Fine, I surrender. Now what should I do to make it up to her?" I looked up agitatedly. What was he thinking, locking me up for nothing? You're going to pay, little brother.
"You're going to treat her like a guest in this house. One week, that's how long I'll stay here and watch you with her, and after that, if I see improvement, she stays here. If not, she comes with me to wherever I want to take her. Got it?" He opened up the cell door and I crossed my arms, walking out in my cocky style. Pish-tosh, it was easy. One week of being nice, then the usual.
In one of the bedrooms…
(My POV)
Holy hell! It was morning already? Guess I was so engrossed in staring at the wall that I didn't even notice the sun rising.
"Elena, are you going to talk now? Even a little?" Stefan appeared in front of me with a smile on his face and a glass of juice in his hands. "I brought you juice."
"Thanks." I attempted at a slight raise of my cheeks, but no. It was weak, and we both knew it.
"I let Damon out." My eyes immediately flashed to the door, as if by reflex. Was he crazy? Damon would murder me! No, even worse-he would torture me till I begged him for forgiveness.
"Oh, no, please, don't make me talk to him! He'll h-hurt me!" My chin trembled fearfully.
"Don't worry, he's not going to be like that anymore. He promised." Rubbing my shoulder, he held the glass up to me and I took it, drinking it bottoms up. "Should I bring him in now?"
"Will you stay here? With me?" I was shaking like a bobble-head figurine you get at souvenir shops.
"Sure, sweetheart, anything for you." He took the glass from me so I wouldn't accidentally drop it through my trembling. "Elena, calm down. As long as I'm in the room, he won't do a thing."
"And once you leave?" I blurted suddenly, "He'll hit me, lock me up, starve me, and that's not the worst. It's-it's-"
"Shh, he won't get a chance, because I'll be staying here for a while."
"Why can't you understand?!" I screamed, "There will be a time when you have to leave the house for a few moments, and then? He will kill me!"
"No, he won't. I'm calling him in, and once he's here, I'll go stand outside the door to supervise."
No, no, no! I was so DEAD. I was the reason he was locked up and he'd definitely punish me for it. Stefan was an idiot. The biggest fucking idiot in the entire world.
"Elena?" It was him. My heart began to pound faster than it ever had before. I didn't dare to look up and into his eyes. I wouldn't, after the pain he'd caused me. A few seconds later, I felt his cool fingers grazing over my cheek.
"No! D-d-don't touch m-me!" I cringed away from him, tears gathering in my eyes.
"Please forgive me. I shouldn't have done what I did, and I promise you, it will never happen again." He pleaded, begging me with his blue orbs. Did he really think I would agree after he used his smolder on me? No way! I wasn't going to back down from my fight.
"You really think I would forgive you after you-after you took away my virginity and shoved me into a pile of hot coal? You're nothing but a monster!" I pushed him away and jumped off the bed, running to the door. Stefan caught me and, however much I tried to go further, he wouldn't let me.
"I'm sorry, Elena!" Damon put a hand on my shoulder and I turned on him, furious.
"Don't you dare lay a hand on me!" I screamed, slapping him. The tears in my eyes finally leaked out, and I crumpled to the floor in a heap.
"Shh, Elena, I promise I won't hurt you, but you have to trust me." He begged, crouching down and lifting my chin up slightly so he could look at me.
"I'm afraid that it's gotten beyond that point now. I've lost trust in myself to trust others." I whispered, not audible to myself.
"Please, Elena, please!" He wrapped his arms around me in a hope of getting me calmed down at least a little, which worked, and my sobs slowly died down.
(Damon POV)
With her in my arms, it was all crystal clear. Oh, god, now I realized how much I'd hurt her. She was so innocent, so vulnerable, and I'd taken advantage of it. What had I done? Stefan was right-she was extremely scared of me, and I regretted it with one look at her.
"I'm so, so sorry, Elena." I softly caressed her hair taking in her scent. She still smelled like blood.
"You should be." She sniffled. My gaze shifted from her to Stefan. He was smiling in a "good job" way.
"You're safe with me now."
All done! I hope you liked it, now that she's sorta forgiven him. I liked it a lot. Not bragging. That's it for torturing and stuff. Now it's all love and action. Please review! I'd like to thank Becky for her work on this!