AN: I have re-uploaded the last chapter with a few fixes. It's your choice if you want to re-read it or not.

Speaking of choices... This is the chapter I was dreading to write since this story materialized in my head after Stefan closed the cell door the last TVD episode. Firstly, let me say that **AFTER THIS CHAPTER THINGS GET BETTER***, however, whilst Chapter 8 was already twisted, to me, this chapter you are about to read pushes the envelope further... I really wish my head wasn't able to tumble into such dark matters, but it does and, as a writer, I do not think it is right to not follow what the story dictates... So, for better or for worse, here it is, the darkest chapter of this tale... Aftr this we climb back slowly to the light. xoxo


Stefan looked down at Elena impassively. The girl he once loved and held tenderly, the girl that was once a fragile human and the only hope to his salvation and humanity. Elena's big brown eyes watched him with weariness and fear, but Stefan had to remind himself that he was doing this for her, not against her. But even he was having trouble accepting that.

"Even you?" – Elena's broken voice brought him back.

"I owe it to you and to my brother to do anything to get you back Elena." – Stefan replied with a twinge of regret.

"Not this…"- she whispered sadly.

"Anything." – he said with determination as he ripped her bra harshly off her.

"Stefan no..." - she pleaded weakly too tired to say it louder.

"Are you willing to turn your emotions back on?"- he asked hoping she would say yes, but Elena couldn't say yes...so Stefan knew he would have to be the one to break her.

Elena felt Stefan's stiffness graze the inside of her thigh. She couldn't bear to be present for this; for Damon watching this… So she tried closing her eyes, but the boy that had once meant the world to her grabbed her jaw so tightly that her eyes popped open from the pain. Stefan wanted Elena to be present, he wanted her aware of what was happening, of who was in front of her and of who was watching her.

Like his brother, Stefan had no use for foreplay either; he just slammed his erection home and picked up from where Damon had left off. His hands on Elena's backside felt alien to her, the punishing rhythm at odds with all other times he had entered her. Stefan had always been gentle with her, nothing like this…, not like Damon, but today he didn't care. Elena's body tensed of its own accord, almost as if remembering that it had an orgasm to chase. She tried to shut her eyes , trying not to think of who was doing this to her, but Stefan would force them open every time.

At one point Damon decided to show her he wished it no different. Elena let out a gasp, startled as Damon moved quickly and positioned himself behind her, yanking her hair back so that she would open her eyes wide.

"Ready to feel yet?"- he whispered angrily.

Elena's tears were streaming down her cheeks but she shook her head stubbornly. A twinge of sympathy sparked in her heart for Damon for having to watch this. The spark was doused down quickly, replaced by the indignation Elena felt at being fucked into submission.

Damon let go of her hair and bit his wrist. Elena saw a shift in Stefan's expression and couldn't help but ask.

"Damon, what…what are you doing?"- her voice was tremulous from fear and the assault Stefan was delivering.

If Damon heard the question, he chose to ignored it. Elena could hear blood dripping down, the smell of it tainting the air and it puzzled her even more.

"Tell me you will turn your emotions back on Elena."- Damon breathed against her neck -"Please..."

Taking a deep breath, Elena stared into Stefan's eyes and then Damon's before responding - "No."

A smirk colored Damon's lips, but this time it was a different, shades of anger were more prominent. Elena wished she could decipher Stefan's pained expression. He was the one fucking her senseless, so why was he pained? It made no sense. No sense at all.

"Remember you asked for it." – Damon entreated low in her ear and fear gripped her heart - "Now this is going to hurt like a bitch."- he warned –"But so help me god Elena, we will make you feel."

Her feeling of dread was tipping the scales, what else could he do she wondered blanching.

She felt Damon's erection press against her backside. Elena wondered if they were going to switch places again. To her horror, she felt the wet tip of his cock press against her ass hole and she jumped.

"No!" – Elena screeched frantically, eyes wide looking from one brother to the other –"Damon, please, please, please no! – she struggled to free herself from between the two of them.

"Stay still. "- he threatened as she fell him press a little bit further into her and Stefan still his pounding..

"No!" – she whimpered more loudly – "Damon, I've never done that." – she looked at her ex-boyfriend, his expression mirrored hers –"Stefan please…"

"Shh" – Damon shushed her –"If you turn your emotions back on it doesn't have to happen."

"I-I can't….Damon you can't…"

Damon let out a frustrated sigh and the pressure against her back opening increased and soon, despite her sobbing, Damon was pushing his blood coated erection into her. Elena squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in the crook of Stefan's neck, crying in distress. The pain was excruciating, the embarrassment was mortifying, the humiliation crippling.

Her entire body rebelled, her mind trashed inside her head and tears poured like rivers out of her eyes. Damon buried himself inch after inch into her ass, the blood serving as a gory lube, her muscles protesting from the harsh intrusion. This was debasement at it's worse and Elena felt small, weak and vulnerable.

When he was fully entrenched Damon gasped against Elena's ear in what would have been considered a tender voice in any other circumstance.

"This is not how I wanted our first time to be."- a hint of wistfulness hung in his words, but there ended all his gentleness.

"Will you turn your emotions back on Elena?"- he asked again, his voice hopeful.

"It hurts Damon..." - Elena whimpered but still shook her head.

Damon looked up to the ceiling in despair wondering how much more of this his soul could take. One look at Stefan told him his brother was much closer to breaking that Elena... Damon vaguely wondered if it would come to a point where he would have to choose who to save...

Tightening his lips, Damon gave Stefan a stiff nod and his brother nodded back with an anguished look.

"I have to make you feel"- Damon whispered, his voice wavering as he and Stefan started to move and Elena started to wail under their depraved assault.


AN:Thank God this is over and done with. R&R please. xoxo