AN: Sorry to leave you hanging on the edge of an...


Elena's relief at seeing her ex-BFF didn't last long. Her former friend had pleaded and begged on Elena's behalf but the brothers stood their ground. Nothing that Caroline said or did made any difference. Just like the cell door withstood her pounding fists, so did Damon and Stefan withstand her objections and finally Caroline left. She had promised a terrified Elena that she was going to go get help, that she was going to "fix this". Elena however doubted that Caroline would be fast enough to stop the Salvatore brothers from carrying on with their treats. Elena kept telling herself that she wouldn't break… but her conviction was wavering.

The brothers stood motionless, emotionless and calm. When the boarding house was quiet again and the three of them were the only ones left, the brothers turned their attention back on her. All Elena wanted to do was shrink into nothingness. Part of her brain argued that she had "done it" with both of them, so it was no big deal. The other part, the part that was winning in a hysteric crescendo just couldn't shake the horror of being violated even if it was by two gorgeous men she had, "HAD HAD HAD" she thought for emphasis and courage , "love-D". It really chilled her to the bone her choice being taken from her, it had never been a fantasy of hers and being so vulnerable didn't sit well with Elena either.

Damon approached her with haunted eyes, laying a palm against her face soothingly.

"Don't make me do this, Elena." - his voice was full of sorrow –"Come back to us now." – he placed his other hand on her face and looked intently into her eyes –"Feel again and we can put a stop to this, right now."

Elena gave him a leveled gaze full of defiance.

"Fuck you." – was all she had to say.

In the back of her head it register how stupid she was being but the words were already out.

Damon shook his head sadly and dropped his head and his hands to his side. When he looked up again his resolve was back.

"As you wish." – he said bitterly peering down at her -"If you can't see how much trouble you are in little girl.."- Damon spat at her - "Then we will have to teach you a lesson you will never forget."

Damon had terrified the hell out of Elena many times in her life, but never like this. To him this wasn't a game and Elena knew that her dogged stubbornness had bought her a ticket into the worse kind of trouble.

Elena watched with increased suspicion that turned slowly into dread as Stefan and then Damon removed their shirts. She unconsciously started shaking her head because this could not be happening. The sound of belts and zippers being opened only escalated her anxiety and she wished desperately to be anywhere else, to be anyone else right now.

Her dead heart accelerated, moving the sluggish animal blood through her veins. She tried to free herself once more from the shackles but Elena knew it was of no use. She saw each brother remove their pants and stand there naked in front of her. "How could they be hard already?" her mind asked scandalized. Elena couldn't understand what in this twisted situation could make them aroused... It was wrong, dead, dead wrong… she whimpered quietly.

She felt Damon's hands test the shackles, running a hand through her maimed skin from one bleeding wrist to the other. When she felt him touching her waist Elena almost choked as then thrashed and kicked struggling to get away from him.

Damon simply grabbed the hair at her nape and pulled her head back, exposing her neck and placing his fangs dangerously close to her carotid vein. Elena froze, a few more tears spilled over her cheeks as she tried not to succumb to the fear of the horror that was about to come.

Damon diligently opened her jeans, but when he moved away from her neck to remove them fully Elena started to squirm again. He looked at her infuriated and simply stepped aside. Elena was puzzled for a moment until she felt Stefan's fangs descend on her neck. Elena moaned in protest but behaved, and just like that, Damon roughly divested her of her trousers and panties and left Elena exposed to their ungodly intentions.

"No..."-she whimpered weakly -"No, no, please ... no."- panic was winning over and cracking the facade that she had been hiding behind.

Elena fretted in disbelief, apparently all they had done to her so far was not enough. They were clearly set on doing everything they could to raise her to the ground... To humiliate her and to make sure she didn't come out of this ordeal unscathed.

Damon rose back to her at eye level and Stefan stepped away.

"This is your last chance Elena." – he said tersely, his face was frozen, covered by a mask of indifference.

"You won't break me." – she replied with trembling lips that betrayed how she really felt.

"Surely letting your feelings back in is better than this." – Damon pleaded.

"Go to hell." - Elena spat as her chin jutted out once more as she closed her legs tightly.

"I'm there already babe."- he replied exasperated –"So let's see…" – he cocked his head –"Who do you want to fuck you first? Me or him?" – Damon asked with unnerving calm and tears were all the response he got – "Me then." – he smirked down at her but it lacked his usual cockiness.

Without ceremony, without his usual care and reverence, without love, Damon pried Elena's legs open, lifting her up and wrapping them around his waist. His blue eyes were pinning hers down as she wondered how he could go through with this. Elena looked from him to Stefan, embarrassment and guilt swirling in her stomach, bile threatening to come up her mouth. Damon tightened his grip on her hips and grabbed a fistful of her hair with the other so that Elena could not look away. She waited for him to test her wetness, to prod her opening with his deft fingers like he always did. As she waited, Elena took shallow breaths, her head kept shaking her protest but her words had died down. He could not… Damon would not….

Elena felt as Damon aligned his body between her legs, spreading them wide for him, his erection too close to Elena's entrance for comfort. Her breathing increased as she felt his hand move down between them to position himself.

"I'll hate you forever." – she seethed.

"Hate is an emotion Elena."- he smiled winningly as he grazed the tip of his cock along her slit.

"Fuck you." – Elena bravely returned trying to ignore what was about to happen and the fact that it was happening in front of Stefan.

"No my dearest, fuck you."- Damon snapped back as he slammed himself inside her violently, practically ripping her apart.

"Nooo."- Elena half moaned, half screamed as he sunk to the hilt into her core.

Her traitorous body responded and her back arched as she let out a strangled cry. Alongside her involuntary pleasure, indignation burned bright. There had been no preparation, no show of love, just this outrageous assault, this defiling of her body. Damon didn't even have the decency to let her adjust; he simply pummeled her opening against his erection like if she was a sex doll there to be abused. In her anger, Elena bit his ear making him bleed and Damon let out a mighty roar.

"You like this bitch?" – he asked as his trusts sped up and Elena's back kept hitting the wall behind her.

Elena winced at the pain at the same time as her body succumbed to the pleasure. Damon kept punishing her cervix with his assault and Elena's whole body became unhinged in his hands.

"How do you hate me now Elena?" - he growled through clenched teeth.

Elena couldn't respond, his physical assault was vicious but effective and suddenly her body tensed, her muscles tightening chasing their release… And that is when he stopped and pulled out.

"Noo.." – Elena whimpered trying to close her legs together to find some relief.

"Na-ah."- Damon admonished placing his foot between her legs - "See, I knew you wanted me." – Damon purred in her ear, his cocky tone making her see red.

"Ass" – she growled, narrowing her eyes at him.

Damon leaned it with a smirk that made her tremble and suddenly smacked her ass with all his strength.

Tears poured down Elena's cheeks but she muffled the gasp of pain before it escaped her lips and pouted.

"Poor baby girl."- Damon soothed mockingly, tweaking a nipple harshly to get a rise out of Elena - "Don't worry love. I will show you exactly how much of an ass I really am if you keep this up."

Elena could feel rage bubbling like a volcano, but she didn't have time to ponder what Damon meant for long. Her attention was commanded by another set of hands grabbing her hips possessively.

Elena turned her head to see Stefan standing in front of her, not a hint of humanity in his features, a raging hard on and no good intentions to be found.

"Stefan no..." - she begged raggedly.


AN:R&R Please xoxo