Damon and Elena POV

Disclaimer: BDSM and abuse.

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Chapter 1

Elena POV

I adjust the apron tied around my waist one last time before I knock on the door. Ever since this morning when Alaric asked me if I could see him after my shift, I've been on edge. What if I did something wrong? What if he was planning on firing me? How am I going to get another job? My mind has been flinging around scenarios all day. My new boss, Mr. Saltzman, has been nothing but kind to me since the first time I walked in the restaurant. He insisted on me calling him Alaric, something about Mr. Saltzman aging him. As friendly as he's been, I've noticed him acting odd the past week. I caught him taking a full view of my ass while I was bent over cleaning the countertops. He commented on how short my dresses are, but didn't discourage me from wearing them. I've seen the way he looks at me out of the corner of my eye. Lustful and hungry, like I'm a piece of meat. I've only been working at Mel's for about a month, but I already feel like a part of the team. Bonnie, one of the other waitresses, welcomed me with open arms; and stories of her family. The Bennet family have an interesting history, and Bonnie has been teaching me about her lineage during our lunch breaks. She was working at Mel's for about a year before I showed up. Bonnie and Caroline, the hostess, have become my best and only friends here in Atlanta. I moved to Georgia for college, but fell in love with the city as soon as I saw it. I've been working at Mel's since my parents died last month, in hopes to at least keep my electricity on. My inheritance will take care of tuition for at least the rest of the semester, but Mom and Dad paid for everything I had. My apartment was cozy, and it was in a nice, safe complex. Caroline helped me decorate with the little spending money I had, and I was proud of having something to call my own. I really don't want to lose my apartment, I think to myself, I need to keep thi-

Come on in!" Alaric yells from the other side of the door, interupting my thoughts. I twist open the door to his office and am immediately hit with the smell of stale liquor. I look at the man at his desk, smiling ear to ear. It's evident that Alaric has been day drinking, and he looks plastered. At least he's a happy drunk, I comment in my mind as I close the door behind me.

"Lock it, please." I hear him mumble from across the room. I look back at him to see if he's joking, as he's known to be quite humorous, but notice his face has gone completely blank. I turn back to the knob and contemplate making a fun for it. He can't fire me if I run away, right? He probably wouldn't even remember it tomorrow. I twist the lock and return to the seat across from his desk. I try not to make eye contact, looking at the clean white walls, the pattern of the carpet, the wood grain of the desk in front of me. If I don't look at him, I won't cry, I tell myself.

"Elena, are you alright?" Alaric slurrs loudly, even though he's leaned in two feet away from my face. He stands and saunters around the desk, placing his hands on my shoulders from behind me. My whole upper body tenses under his touch, and my skin blushes vivid crimson.

"Somebody's tense." Alaric chuckles while he rubs my neck and shoulders. Great, he's a clingy drunk too.

"You wanted to see me?" I remind him, trying to ease away from his giant arms. He places one across my chest and pushes hard, so hard that my back is slammed up against the chair. He leans down next to me and I jump when I feel his stubble on the side of my neck.

"You've been doing amazing work, Ms. Gilbert. You have adjusted quite well." He whispers into my ear. I mentally kick myself for not taking that chance to run.

"Alaric what's going on?" I choke out, still trying to push out from his massive forearm. He shifts his hold and his hand moves to my breast. He grabs my arms with his free hand and stands me up, kicking the chair out of the way in the process. He pulls me into his body and I feel something poking into my lower back. What the hell? Realization hits me a minute too late, and before I know it, I'm being pressed into the wall face-first.

"HEL-!" I begin to scream before his hand clamps tight over my mouth. At least his hand's off my tit.

"Can't have that, can we?" Alaric purrs next to my face as he fixes his hold on my arms, pinning them above my head on the wall.

"I've wanted to do this since you walked in here, Elena. I could tell you wanted it too, with your slutty outfits and always showing off that perky little ass." He pushes his groin harder into my rear, and I can feel the outline of his growing member pressing into my ass cheek. I can feel my body shaking out of fear, and my jaw clenches so hard I'm afraid I might crack my teeth, but I don't care. I can only focus on listening to the monster behind me. I try to wriggle out of his grasp, but he won't budge, and my whimpers grow louder as he presses me harder into the wall. Everything, including time, stops when I hear that sound.

The sound of his belt buckle being undone. That sound was my undoing. I was now in full panic mode, flailing wildly in hopes of freeing myself. In an instant, our positions change, and I am now facing him. His hand has moved from my arms to my throat, tightly squeezing my hope away. He's gonna make me watch. I throw my arms around his wrist and try to pry him away from me, with no luck. I watch as his hand moves to his zipper. He slowly unzips and pulls down his jeans. I cringe away from his groin, looking for anything that I could grab. I notice that I'm just an arms length away from the filing cabinet, which has an empty liquor bottle on top. I quickly avert my eyes, hoping he didn't follow my gaze. I look back at him and realize that's not an issue, because he's trying to figure out how to remove his boxers with one hand. I look down at my feet and immediately my plan formulates. I have never been more grateful for Caroline in my life, encouraging me to wear my high heels to work today to show off my legs. She always comments on how jealous she is of my legs. His underwear finally slips down and I make my move, ramming my stiletto into his junk.

"Oh you little bitch!" Alaric roars, removing his hand from my throat to nurse his injury. I waste no time in grabbing the glass bottle which, to my delight, is quite heavy. I keep my hand around the neck of the bottle and bring the base down onto his skull. It shatters when it meets his head, and the force of the blow keeps the shards in his scalp.

"Fuck!" He growls, moving one hand from his dick to the top of his head. I am out the door before he can try anything else, glad that I can run in heels, I sprint to Caroline out in the main dining room. I hadn't even noticed the tears that were pouring off of my cheeks, the adrenaline still hot in my veins.