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"John..." Bonnie said softly, rolling noodles with her fork but could not find the desire to eat them. John raised his head and looked at her until she spoke.
"Well, I'm listening." He said.
"Do you love me?" She said meeting his gaze.
"Why this question?" He frowned.
"I ... Actually I was just wondering."
"Of course I love you. You're my wife." He said and continued eating. "It's really delicious, you've gotten better."
"Thanks ... May I ask you another question?"
He put the cover gently around the plate and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, "go on."
"You know I often watch TV and... our relationship is not like the other, it doesn't look like love. I mean, often you hit me with your fists or a belt or even the pipe in the closet. You forced me to do things against my will ... When we have sex, you are often brutal and violent. You often hurt me and I ... I was wondering how you can love me if you make me endure this?"
"But I'm often gentle, little Bonnie. Don't you like it when I'm gentle?" He said, watching each of her tics. She adjusted her glasses and swallowed hard.
"Yes but ... You're rarely gently, John. Why are you doing all this to me if you told me you love me?"
He sighed and looked away, "In fact, I have no reason, it depends on my mood: I often want to be gently; but I often want to hurt you, to hit you until you're bleeding or to fuck you until you can't walk. You are mine and I have the right to make all I want with you and you just have to shut up as an obedient wife does. I've already said, you are mine, you are my thing.
"Why did you marry me then?" She said, a bit hurt.
"Because that's all I wanted, now let me eat." He began to eat his noodles, Bonnie bit her lower lip, she wondered if that was all it will take to Damon to arrest him. Unfortunately she felt that what his words would not be enough.
"John ...?"
"Yes," he replied, a bit mad.
She flinched slightly but did not want to be overwhelmed by fear, "tell me why you married me... Please."
"I have married you because I do not want you keep this ridiculous name your slave mother gave you! I wanted you to have my name. End of discussion! Unless you want me to punish you."
"No ..." She lowered her head. "Uhm I'll go to the bathroom," she said and got up quickly, but John also stood and grabbed her arm in a grip that surely would leave bruises. She stiffened watching John, frightened.
"I married you, little bitch because I bought you, I spent money for you and you have to make me happy and proud as a good housewife." He looked her up and down, "is that a new dress?" He breathed nervously, "I told you not to buy anything with my money and without my consent. You was expensive, why do you want me to spend more? "
"John ... Please ..." She tried to break free but he held her tight.
"There! Now I'm angry! Is that what you wanted, huh? Did you want to make me angry?"
"No, No, I am sorry John ... Please let me go to the toilet, I will come back soon." She begged but John had other plans. He forced her to kneel before him and took a handful of her hair and pushed her head toward the bulge in his pants.
"Go ahead, suck my dick! Suck it now."
"But you do not like it ..."
"I SAID SUCK IT DAMN IT." He screamed and she jumped in fear. She slid her hands on the swollen tissue of his pants and he whistled with pleasure. She wanted to vomit, that disgusted her. Damon would never treat her like that, he would never have been so brutal. She thought of him, then, tried to remember the feeling she had when she jumped from the plane. This feeling that anything was possible, she could do everything with just the necessary courage. Bonnie lowered her hands then looked up.
"I will not do it ... I deserve more than that."
John was angry, she had never seen him so angry except the last time she had lost her wedding ring in the sink. The vein in his forehead was visible and the frown between his eyebrows was deep. John was really angry, she knew what he would do next and prayed that Damon would come quickly to save her. The first blow fell and she spat blood. Then another, then another ... He took her by the arm and dragged her upstairs.
"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU DESERVE? LET ME SHOW YOU, LITTLE BONNIE. I HOPE FOR YOUR SAKE THAT YOU ARE WET BECAUSE I'LL FUCK YOU VERY HARD," he shouted.
"John ... No ... No please ..." She struggled. He was already climbing the stairs when he took a handful of her hair and banged her head on the wooden ramp. One, two, three times. Bonnie's forehead was bleeding and her lip was exploded. He stopped when they head someone knocking on the door.
Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock
Damon knocked on the door frantically, Bonnie's screams having alerted him. There was sufficient evidence to put him in prison, he could be charged with assault and abuse. John opened the door with Bonnie in his arms, bloodied and bruised.
"What are you doing here, agent Salvatore?"
He remained rooted in spot, staring at Bonnie, whose head was down, "I ... I heard screams ... Bonnie are you Okay?" She did not answer but finally allowed a few tears slide down her cheeks.
"My wife is a little clumsy. She fell down the stairs. Nothing serious."
"Bonnie ..."
"Goodnight agent." He closed the door behind him. Damon knew that he could not enter the house without a justifiable cause or a warrant. He stayed at the door, resting his weapon behind his back and waiting for her to make a sign or something like that."
"No no please ... John do not please I beg you," she cried when he pulled her legs and rip her panties. He had thrown her violently to the ground before covering her tiny body with his. She begged him but he was not listening. She felt paralyzed. But when she felt the tip of his dick forcibly enter her, she screamed... "DAMON!"
Damon broke down the door and brandished his gun at John, his eyes widened when Damon saw what John was doing, Bonnie furiously shaking beneath him.
"Come on give it to me, give me a reason to kill you right now," Damon said grimly.
"What the fuck are you doing you here !?"
"Get the fuck up you, bastard!"
He smiled and moved away from Bonnie but Bonnie did not move from the ground.
"Bonnie go outside now. The police will be there soon." Damon said with his gun pointed at John. She still did not move, "Bonnie?!" He said a little louder. She flinched and sat on the floor. She began to look for her glasses on the floor but her vision was blurred. "Bonnie ?!"
"My glasses ... I can not find my glasses," she was looking for her glasses on the floor but Damon could see that they were not nearby. He sighed and lowered his weapon as he walked over to John. He took the handcuffs from the back pocket of his jeans.
John saw the opportunity and rushed at him.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Bonnie screamed in fear. To her misfortune, she could not see what was happening. She saw two shapes fighting and falling in all directions. Everything was blurred and she did not know who was who, "please ..." She begged Damon who was trying to neutralize John.
" OH MY GOD!" Elena cried. Her and Stefan had just returned and she wanted to greet her father. As they are walking to the porch, they heard scuffling noises. They ran towards the house and Elena gasped in horror. "OH MY GOD DAMON LET HIM GO! LET HIM GO NOW!" She screamed but the men continued to fight and Damon clearly had the upper hand. He was furious that John could dare hit Bonnie again. "STEFAN DO SOMETHING PLEASE!"
Stefan was petrified, he was not looking as the brawl but at Bonnie. She was curled up on the floor. Stefan ran to her.
"Hey Bonnie?"
She looked up, crying, "Damon is protecting me ... He is protecting me ..." she said softly. Her head ached and her face was full of blood.
Stefan turned his head towards the two men who had reduced the living room to pieces and still continued to fight. And the truth of the situation came to him, everything now seemed clear.
"STEFAN MY FATHER NEEDS YOU NOW!" Elena cried.
"Elena ..." Stefan called.
"OH MY GOD NO DAMON IS CRAZ-"
"DAMN IT OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES!" He yelled at Elena and her head turned to Stefan and Bonnie. She frowned, she had not even noticed Bonnie on the floor and ... All the blood.
"What ..." She gasped.
But the nervous laugh of John sounded in the room and they were all looking at him.
"Ahahaha you laugh less now," John said, pointing the gun on Damon. He saw the gun on the floor, it was Damon's gun.
" Dad?" Elena called incredulous.
"Get Bonnie out of here." Damon said with hands in the air.
"No! she stays here! She's my wife!"
" You've beaten and raped her, you piece of shit!"
Elena put her hand over her mouth and began to tremble, "Dad?"
"SHE IS MINE AND I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH HER FUCKING BODY," he shouted. "Do not move a muscle, Stefan." He threatened when Stefan tried to help Bonnie to get up.
"Dad ... I do not understand ..." Elena seemed confused.
"He never married Bonnie for love. All he did was beat and rape her when he wanted!" Damon said with venom.
They heard the sound of police sirens and John stiffened.
"Put the gun down, Gilbert. The police are here. Lay the gun down now unless you want your body riddled with bullets. Although I would savor this moment while eating popcorn, your daughter is in this room and you're the only family she has. Do you want her to see you die like that? " Damon said.
"Dad ... please ..." Elena cried, then turned to the door where the police appeared, pointing their weapons at John.
"MISTER UNLEASH YOUR GUN NOW!" One of the officers said. There were four who entered and all were pointing their weapons at John.
"No ..." John whispered then quickly pointed the gun at Bonnie and in a split second, one of the officers shot him in the arm and he screamed in pain before dropping the gun. He continued to scream in pain while holding his bloodied arm, even as the police began to cuff him.
Damon rushed to Bonnie and Stefan, "Hey Bonnie, I'm here, it's me! It's Damon," he took her face in his hands, she fell against him, weeping and he wrapped his arms around her, "it's okay ... it's over ... Shh it's over."
"This is not over! Mikael will find you and he will kill you, bitch. You're still my wife, do you hear me? You do not you leave me! Never! Do you hear? Never! You will always be my wife! Dirty whore " John shouted when the police officers dragged him outside the house. "Mikael will kill you!"
Bonnie woke up on a hospital bed, she looked aroud. There were tubes connected to her arm. She could see the machine that was monitoring her heartbeat but what has most surprised her that she could see clearly. She lifted her hand to her face and felt her glasses then smiled. She raised her hand to her forehead, which was wrapped in bandages.
Bonnie heard the voice of Damon beside the door, "Damon?" She called with a weak voice but he seemed to be speaking to someone on the phone.
"No chief ..."
"Damon?" She called once again but her voice was still weak.
"No, she did me not provided me yet information about Mikael and the black market but she will do it soon, she trusts me now."
Bonnie stiffened, listening to the rest of what he said.
"Yes, chief. I will file a report as soon as she tells me where he is."
Bonnie swallowed hard, heartbroken.
"Of course! I'm sure she would agree to be a witness. If I ask her she will, do not worry. I'll call you tomorrow." Damon hung up and entered the room. He sighed and went to sit next to her and put his hand on hers, looking at her sleeping. He had to put on her glasses so she wouldn't panic when she woke up. Bonnie resisted the urge to pull her hand away from his. She pretended to be asleep but she felt betrayed ... Betrayed by the only man whom she never trusted. Damon used her like any other. She began to think about their stay in Virginia Beach.
Did he make all of this up on purpose? was everything a lie?
Damon went to sit in the chair opposite the bed without noticing the rebellious tear that escaped the curtains of her eyes.
