Ten
"Why do you keep calling me that, Damon?" I wince softly, shivering lightly as the cool air of the room nips at my bare skin. "I'm Elena!" There's a moment of silence, where the darkness surrounding me becomes even more tense, before another lash sends a spike of pain searing through my breast, and I cry out. "Please! Please believe me!"
"I'm impressed. This little act you're doing is almost believable." Suddenly his lips are pressed against my throat as he purrs in a sultry tone, "But it's so tantalising to hear you beg~" His words elicit a soft whimper from me as I feel his teeth lightly graze my skin, my breathing deepening. "Aah..." Gently tilting my head back, a quiet mewl spills from my lips as he bites the tender flesh of my neck, his face nestled against the crook for only a few seconds, before pulling away, tracing his warm tongue around the wound, ever increasing the tingling sensation that lingers there.
The silence envelopes me once more, and I can feel my heart pounding, I can hear it echoing in my ears, the only sound of comfort I have right now, concentrating on the rapid pace, beat for beat. Where is he? Why is he doing this? Does he finally believe-
My chains are sharply pulled taut as I'm pressed back against the wall and his bloodstained lips collide with mine in a fierce, passionate kiss, his fangs piercing my lip as he bites and lightly tugs it, his warm tongue caressing mine, his hands roaming my body, my skin alight with endless sensations as his slender fingers trace down my sides...
Before relinquishing his touch, my shy soft brown eyes meeting his intense, dark teal ones as he lifts the makeshift blindfold. Enraptured by the moment, I manage a weak smile, my cheeks lightly flushed, and he gives me a look which on the surface, is carefree, but underneath, he seems relieved.
"You're not Katherine."