Don't hate me guys hahaha. It's not yet the end for our Damon I promise, stay with me…

CHAPTER 12

She was beyond angry as she paced the garden, trying to think of a solution to this problem. She had thought that they were finally at the point where she could get what she wanted from him. What was it she wanted again? When all of this had started she had wanted to hurt him physically and mentally until he submitted. She had done that and now he was subservient to the point of being almost catatonic and it wasn't fun. She growled clenching her fists in frustration. She wasn't sure what she wanted anymore.

He responded to sexual stimulation and pain so she was going to have to work out how to use these to stir him up again. She wished that she was capable of turning off her emotions and not caring whether he lay like a sack of potatoes while she took him, but she had lost that ability hundreds of years ago. She let out a breath. She regretted draining him now that she was calmer, but it had been the only thing she could think of doing to stop herself from killing him she had been so enraged. Now she would have to feed him before she tried out some other techniques to bring him out of his head. She took a deep breath and headed back to the house.

His eyes haunted her. She couldn't shake it off as she sat down to think. Her fingers twitched as she looked over at her cell phone on the table. Klaus would probably know how to resolve this, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she had lost control. She clenched her jaw. If she let him near Damon again, god knows what would happen. No, she could deal with this. If she could just bring him round a little, she could compel him to be more agreeable. She had realised quickly that in his current state compulsion wouldn't help matters. He was retreating inside of his head and she needed stimulation to bring him back before he was gone forever. Even in his compliance he was stubborn and she knew that if he pulled back completely from the world he wouldn't come back. She grabbed a knife from the counter, testing the blade. Pain would rouse him. No one could ignore pain. She would need more than that though. She would need to bargain with him enough for him to remain. Perhaps she could make his time here more comfortable somehow. Perhaps she could move him back to her bedroom where he would be more comfortable, give him his favourite bourbon, plenty of girls to drink from when he wanted them… She clicked her tongue considering these allowances. Would they suffice? There was only one way to know. She grabbed some blood bags and headed back to review the damage she had caused.

He was still unconscious, his neck an angry red and bleeding still. His head had fallen at an awkward angle as he'd slumped. It must have taken a lot of self control for him not to struggle against her as she attacked him. Self control was good, it meant he was still aware of his body. She stood for a few moments looking him over, her Damon. Lifeless, weak and heartbroken. Her chest burned and constricted. It couldn't be guilt could it? She shook the idea from her head as she approached him, scooping in behind him and pulling him into her lap. His head rolled back exposing his throat to her as he lay lifeless. She dabbed her fingers over the wound, surprised that it hadn't healed a little. She adjusted his head so that it lay against her shoulder, opening a blood bag with her teeth and opening his lips with her fingers. She poured a little into his mouth, waiting for him to respond. It took longer than it should have before his lips twitched. She sighed relieved and placed the bag to his mouth. It was a slow process and she felt as though she was on tender hooks the entire time as he opened his eyes with excruciating slowness. She slumped and held him tighter as she began to relax from the stress. His neck was healing nicely now and she cradled his head as she opened the second blood bag and put it to his lips. He opened his mouth wider and took it in, remaining still in her arms while she rocked them gently almost as though she were trying to lull him. His cheek still burned from where she had slapped him and she traced her fingers over it as he finished the blood bag. She hoped he might look up at her once he was done with the blood but as soon as he was finished drinking he zoned out again. She squeezed him, hoping he might respond but his gaze became the same as it had been before. She stifled a grunt of frustration. She couldn't let herself get angry like she had earlier. She had to focus on keeping him here in the now. She whispered his name a few times but he didn't even blink, even when she stroked over his stomach towards his groin. Even the gooseflesh that normally appeared under her hands didn't respond. He was a shell. She lay him down on his back and got on top of him.

The knife lay by her side and she looked at it, still unsure of whether this would work. She had to try something. She took it in hand and made a small cut on his bicep, small enough that he didn't bleed too much – she didn't want to have to keep filling him and draining him all of the time. The cuts had to be adequate enough to cause pain but no severe blood loss. As she dragged it slowly across, he didn't even blink. She bit her lip nervously. She made another cut under his collar bone and this time she detected a very slight tremor. That was hopeful. She looked at his face, watching closely for any response. He wasn't even bothering to close his eyes now, he just stared like a zombie. She stroked her thumb over the new cut and pressed her thumb into it, opening it a little more and she definitely felt another tremor go through him. She whispered his name and he blinked once. Elated she made a slightly longer cut over his chest and he took in a breath. He was coming back quickly. She squeezed him by the shoulders.

"Damon, you have to tell me to stop or I am going to hurt you." She appealed to any sense of self preservation that he still harboured. His gaze remained the same. She cut a line down his abdomen, fussing as she went in deeper than she had intended. Blood dribbled down his side and she leant down and licked over the wound. His muscles twitched, tightening. She looked up at him again and he blinked.

"Please come back to me." She whispered, more to herself than to him in all honesty. She stood up abruptly and shed her clothing. She crawled back over him and took his manhood in hand. He was soft, now even this part of his body was unresponsive. She squeezed it as she made a small cut inside his thigh, he let out a breath again so she bit into the cut, sweeping her tongue along it and felt his manhood twitch as she pulled a gulp of blood from him. She began to stoke him as she felt him begin to gradually harden. She wanted to see his eyes change as well though so she began making small bites all over his body, drinking just enough each time to send orgasmic waves through him. He began to shiver and she smiled egged on. She returned to his manhood and lowered her head to take him in like before. He couldn't ignore a climax. She worked hard at it, concentrating on her technique as she began to hear him make small sounds. He was close. She pulled up and looked at his face, his eyes were a little more normal. She lowered herself down onto him and he closed his eyes. She would be gentle and observe every flicker on his face. She began to rock slowly over him, watching as his cheeks tinted.

She threw her head back, angling her body so that he was deeper inside of her now and she used every muscle in her abdomen to bring him as much pleasure as possible. He blinked a few times and his breathing became rapid. She took his hands from his sides and placed them on her hips. He kept them there as she moved with more urgency and he finally looked towards her. She smiled and squeezed her hands over his as she felt him shudder. He opened his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm hit him like a truck. He didn't make a sound, just hung his mouth open as his body spasmed beneath her. She wasn't quite ready to finish but this was about bringing him back so she slowed to a stop and leaned forwards to watch him ride out the sensation. He tilted his head back slightly as his breathing became ragged. He dropped his hands from her hips and lay them limply at his sides again. She carefully got up and crawled up to his face, cupping his cheeks with both hands as she called his name. His eyes were closed still as he closed his mouth, calming down and she was desperate to see his beautiful blue irises again. He slowly deflated as he relaxed. He looked sleepy, but she had to find out how with her he was as she called his name and ran her thumbs over his cheekbones. Very slowly he opened his eyes and stared at her.

"Damon are you with me?" She asked apprehensively. He didn't answer. "Please speak to me. I will give you a reward." She encouraged nodding at him. He didn't speak. "What do you need?" She continued helplessly. "Fresh blood? I can bring someone to you. I can give you everything Damon, I can make you feel better. Just please answer me." She bit her lip watching him. He blinked as though he were considering her offer. He turned his head slightly towards the doorway and she looked around to it.

"I will take you out of here, back to the house with me. Would you like that?" She ventured and he looked at her again thinking.

"No." He whispered so quietly she had to lean in to be sure he had actually spoken. She frowned not understanding why he would want to stay here in this dungeon like room full of instruments of torture. She knew what he wanted, she wasn't an idiot. Of course he wanted to leave, just not with her. He wanted to go home, but he couldn't. He still didn't understand that she couldn't let him go home ever again. This was the way things were now and she had hoped he would eventually resign himself to his fate, but not like this. She stroked his forehead.

"This is your home now. I can make it better, I promise." She vowed and he closed his eyes. She felt his body tense a moment and she looked down at his chest, wondering if he was going to vomit. His body shook for a moment and she held him to her worried.

"Damon? Are you ok?" She asked. After a moment his body relaxed again, sagging into her and she slid herself behind him, holding him in her lap again trying to comfort him. He opened his eyes. She whispered his name to him, clutching him to her breast. He wasn't going to talk and she just knew it. She turned his chin up to look at her and then she saw his eyes. Panic filled her as she pulled him roughly up to lay his head on her shoulder. His eyes were vacant and she shouted shaking him but nothing roused him. She stood up still shaking him, slapping him to get a response, any response but he was gone…