Here we go...

Warnings: Sexual harrassement/abuse, force, blood-feeding... well obviously Damon is not nice in here. Turn around if this is not your cup of tea! You´ve been warned.

Trapped

I belive he loved me in his way;

the scars I needn´t show;

there was nowhere else to go.

I said I was happy to be his girl;

if only I had known,

my words were not my own.

(Lang Leav)

Beep, beep.

Elena groaned tiredly, desperately wanting to sleep some more. Her hand searched for the clock and silenced it with a push of her finger. The silence felt great. Groaning she turned around, intent on sleeping some more and hell to school, when she pushed against something. She paused before her suddenly realization hit her. This was not something, she thought, but someone. Her eyes widened in shock, only to look directly at a grinning Damon. His hair was ruffled but he wore the just out of bed look just as great as he did everything else. If anything, it made him look even more handsome.

For just a few seconds Elena´s mind was blank. She had no idea why he was here, what he was doing in her bed… but then the memories of the last evening returned, and she sucked in a breath.

Oh.

Fuck.

She tried to scramble away from him, but his hands tightened around her and pulled her closer instead. "What are you doing?"

Damon chuckled. "I believe it´s called cuddling. I´ve heard girls like it."

"Girls like to be willing."

"Well, we can´t have everything."

"Damon, please let me go!"

He groaned but instead of doing what she told him for once, he pulled her even closer to him. His eyes were closed and she could watch him inhale deeply. "Come on, relax," he whispered, his hand painting calming circles on her back. It didn´t help.

Elena exhaled sharply, when she could feel Damons face wandering lower, his mouth touching her exposed neck and creating goose bubbles over her back. "You smell so good," he whispered against her skin, his voice sounding husky. "It´s a fucking shame that you still have vervain in your system. I can´t wait to taste you again."

"If you just tried to calm me, you´ve done a terrible job," Elena whispered faintly, while everything in her wished for him to get away.
She could feel Damon chuckle, his body vibrating against her. "If you´re a good girl, I´ll make sure to show you how great a vampire´s bite can feel. You remember how Caroline wanted it, don´t you princess?"

She did, even though she would rather forget. To see how Caroline reacted to him had been one of the scariest things she had ever seen in her life. Even thinking about it made her feel faint.

"You abused her," she breathed, her body shaking. "You made her think she liked it."

Damon laughed darkly. "Oh no. I didn´t make her think anything. It was all herself. You are right Elena. I abused her. And she loved it."

His lips left her neck to look in her eyes again. "And so will you. I´ll make sure of it. I´ll make sure that you will crave whatever shit I do with you." He grinned. "And believe me, I am everything if not creative."

Elena sucked in air rather forcefully. "You can´t-"

"I can." The words rung in the air, while Damon looked at her deeply as if to bring his message across. And with this he kissed her. This time the kiss wasn´t tentative. And it definitively wasn´t slow. His lips were forceful on her, dominating. Elena whimpered in distress, but it only seemed to motivate Damon even more. One hand tangled in her hair and he pulled on it forcefully, making her gasp in pain and giving him an opening to thrust his tongue in her mouth. He took her forcefully, claimed her mouth with his lips, with his tongue. He was everywhere and when Elena thought that she couldn´t take it anymore, she felt his hands under her t-shirt, on her breast, playing with her left nipple just shortly, before twisting it with a cruel and calculated violence. Elena´s back arched in pain and she groaned in his mouth, tears stinging in her eyes. She tried to push him away, but his body was like a brick wall, and the next time he twisted her nipple, the pain intensified. She wanted to scream but was horrified to notice that what came out sounded much more like a moan than a scream.

"Stop, please", she gasped against his mouth, unable to take this, unable to handle the fact that pain was not all she was feeling. From where did this pleasure come? She didn't want it. She felt betrayed by her body. Damon chuckled and took his mouth away from her for just a second to look into her eyes. "Why?" he asked. "We both know you enjoy this."

Elena wanted to protest but as if to underline his words, Damon was back to kissing her. His teeth nipped on her bottom lip before he moved his mouth a bit slower against hers, almost sensitive now and to her huge horror Elena had to admit that it didn´t feel bad. His hands were caressing her body, moving along her side to her back; touching every inch of her body. His lips were soft on hers, his hands shooting waves of pleasure through her. Elena had never met anyone who could make her feel this kind of pleasure with just a few touches. Her whole body was on fire. It was scary. And in this moment Elena knew, that she had to end it. Before she was overwhelmed by whatever Damon was doing to her.

Sampling all her strength, she started to kick again, started to throw her body against his, forcing his mouth away from her. Damon growled in annoyance and in just a second, he had readjusted his grip so that now his hands were holding down her arms forcefully, making it impossible to move, while his body pressed hers down. He looked at her with narrowed, lust filled eyes, obviously not pleased that she was giving resistance.

"Why can´t you give in for once, Elena? We both know that you want this. I´m not blind. I can see how aroused you are. Why is it so difficult for you to admit it?"

She looked at him incredulously. "You´ve fucking forced me into this! For god´s sake Damon, I am with your brother. Do you really thing that I like this? That I want you close to me? Have you not understood anything?"

For a moment, it seemed as if Damon wanted to scream at her but then his face got downright devilish. "You don´t want this, hmm?" he purred dangerously like a panther about to pounce. "Unfortunately, Elena, your body is telling a different story. What is, for example, if I would look at your sweet spot down there? What do you think would I find?"

Elena felt herself blanch. He surely wouldn´t, he couldn´t… but Damon was showing her again and again that he could… and would. Before she could react, his right hand had already left her arms and sneaked down on her. She could feel him touch her pussy and screamed undignified. "No, no. Let go. Damon, don´t toou-" She sucked in air sharply as his hand gave a little tuck. It was all that she could do not to moan.

Damon chuckled by seeing her reaction." God, Elena," he mocked her. "even through your panties I can feel that you are soaking wet. I guess you´ve only played this good-girl thing, haven´t you?"

She shook her head in denial, even though she felt pleasure shooting through her body as Damon touched her there. He tapped. Once, twice. Elena´s mouth opened in shook, while shameful desire was shooting through her. "No, no-"

Damon grinned. Like a snake, his finger slid inside her panties, caressing her there for just one short, delicious moment before retreading again. Damon looked at his finger with fascination. It glistered with her juices. His eyes never left hers as he slowly put it in his mouth, tasting her. For just a second his eyes rolled in the back of his head before his finger plopped out again and he was looking at her with his most sinister expression. "But this is all it was. A play, a façade. Because the truth is, that you are a little slut, Elena. Here you are telling me that you are with my brother, but the moment I so much as touch you, you become soaking wet. I´ll so enjoy seeing you beg me for more."

Elena stared at him. She couldn´t even describe what she was feeling at the moment. A second ago, she had been ashamed, afraid, but now, hearing his words, fresh waves of anger washed over her. "I am not a slut!", she screamed at him, unbelieving that he would even suggest something like this. With one final push, she managed to scramble out of the bed, only to turn around and glare at him hotly. "You forced this on me, Damon. I don´t want any of it! The only thing this whole situation shows, is that you are a monster and so believe me god, I will make sure that you are going to suffer for what you are doing to me." She panted, her breath coming faster. When she saw Damon´s unimpressed gaze the fury inside of her just grew and she made a step in his direction, her hands balled to fists, intent on hurting him. Somehow, anyhow, it didn´t matter. Violent pictures were running through her mind but just before she had reached him, Damon slowly shook his head from one side to the other. His eyes were fixed on hers and they seemed to be freezing her on the spot. On the outside he looked calm as he slowly sat up, facing her directly. "If I were you -," he said lowly but the threat was more prominent as if he had screamed at her, "-I would think very carefully on what you are going to do next." He pushed himself up gracefully and lowered over her, his eyes freezing Elena from the inside out. His voice was soft but somehow, they inflicted something inside of her, some terror, some fear that ran deeper than everything she had felt before. "You should remember, Elena-", his tongue caressed her name sensually "-in the end you are nothing against me. I could break your little, sweet neck with a flick of my finger." As if to underline his words, his hands grabbed her throat, tugging just lightly. "Or I could crush your windpipe without even really trying." His hand tightened, not enough to block her air supply fully but enough to make it difficult for her to breath. Elena tried to lean away but only manages to hurt herself some more in the process. "Or of course," he told her with a little smirk. "I could torture you so very slowly, every little pain after the other until you break right in front of me. You wouldn´t dare to disobey afterwards, that I can promise. It would be sweet as well, I can almost picture it."

Elena looked at him with big eyes. Her heart was pounding painfully against her chest while the fear finally overmanned her. The thing that frightened her the most was that she actually thought him capable of going through with this. He would hurt her and he would enjoy this, she was sure of it. And at some point, she wouldn´t be able to defy him anymore. The thought alone made her feel sick to the stomach.

Damon smiled by seeing her obvious distress. He raised his other hand and lazily tapped on her nose. "But I won´t." he added almost as an afterthought. "If you start behaving."

Elena gaped at him. "Behaving," she repeated almost comically but still wasn´t able to wrap her mind around it. Damon nodded. "I guess I haven´t been that clear what this would entail, so I am going to ignore this little temper tantrum of yours. But from now on, you are going to show some more respect, dear. So when you talk to me, you do it in a respectful manner. In the last days, I´ve heard so many insults from you that it´s enough for a whole lifetime. But this will stop now. Fromnowon, there will be no insults, no name-calling… and certainly no more hitting." He raised his eyebrows. "Is that understood?"

Elena stared at him for another ten seconds before nodding silently. Damon didn´t seem happy. "Ah about that," he added. "It´s only polite to answer in sentences when I ask you something. Try again."

For a second Elena glared at him but he met her stare head on until she finally realized that she really had no choice. With a beaten growl she obliged. "Yes, I understand."

The smile on his face was almost insane. "I´m happy that we could come to an agreement."

An agreement was the last thing Elena would have called it, but she kept her mouth shut. In the last hours, she had tried to antagonize him in this way and it had brought her nothing but pain. She knew her next step had to be more planned. She finally understood that this was about power. It was about winning this game he played. She couldn´t win with words nor with her physical strength. No, if she wanted to have a chance, it was her mind that could rescue her. She needed to play it cleverer than him or she would lose. And with every day that passed, Elena started to understand that losing meant losing everything, her life, her freedom, herself.

She looked at Damon, trying to read what he was going to do next, what he had planned but his gaze remained impassive. And when he leaned forwards and gave her just another kiss, as if he had any right, Elena finally had to admit that the Damon she had known was lost. She couldn´t rescue him. But she still had hope to rescue herself.

The tone of an incoming message disturbed their kiss. For a moment Damon´s lips lingered on hers before he finally backed away from her. Elena hugged herself while she watched him warily. He went over to his jacket which he had disposed carelessly on her chair and produced her handy. Flicking it on, he read the new message. An annoyed sigh escaped his mouth. "Well, it seems Steffy is worried about you. He writes that he´ll come over and take you to school."

Elena eyed Damon carefully. "And what are you going to answer?"

Damon shrugged. "He can take you to school for all I care." He eyed her up and down. "but I guess we have to make you a bit more presentable, don´t we. You look a mess."

For the first time since yesterday, Elena turned and looked at herself in the mirror. For just a second, she couldn´t believe what she saw. A shocked gasp escaped her mouth. This couldn´t be her, she thought. Her face looked more than a mess. Her left cheek was swollen, just starting to take on a purplish color. Her eyes were red from crying and the mascara she had applied yesterday was smeared all around her face. The bitemark on her neck stood out brightly against her skin. Elena gulped. She looked like a victim of severe abuse.

Damon chuckled. "I guess today I have no choice but to heal you. Even Stefan isn´t as dumb as to not wonder what happened to you."

Elena pressed her lips together. "Does this not affect you at all, Damon?" She asked him angrily. "Can you really look me in the eyes and tell me that you don´t care?"

He didn´t even hesitate. "I don´t care."

Elena tried not to be affected. She tried not to show that it hurt her but she wasn´t sure if she was successful. Not able to stand his gaze anymore, she looked away.

Damon sighed and in one fluid moment he was before her, gently lifting her chin with his hand. He seemed to search in her eyes for something.

"You do realize that you brought this over yourself, princess? I wouldn´t have had to punish you if you hadn´t gone all kamikaze warrior on me."

Elena looked away. "And I wouldn´t have had to drug you with vervain, if you hadn´t completely lost it."

Damon sighed. "I guess this conversation will bring us nowhere. Anyway, Stefan will be here in a second, so maybe it would be a good idea to get on with the action."

His hand left Elena and without further hesitation he bit down on his wrist, before offering the blood to Elena.

Elena could feel her stomach churn. Was he really expecting her to drink this, she thought with nausea. It might heal her, but it was blood anyway. She couldn´t just…

Her thoughts were interrupted rather violently because Damon seemed to have lost his patience. Without even giving her the chance to react, he grabbed for the back of her head and pressed his wrist against her mouth forcefully. Shocked, Elena shook her head and pressed her mouth together as strongly as possible.

"Hmm, no. No!" she mumbled between closed lips but even though she tried to turn her head away, his grip was simply too strong. Damon growled in annoyance. "I swear you really stain my patience" he hissed at her, before his other hand left the back of her head and pressed against her nose instead, making it impossible for Elena to breath. "You will drink this anyway, Elena." He growled at her. "The only decision you can make right now is if it will be the easy or the hard way."

He was right and she knew it. She couldn´t breath and with every second that passed it got more and more difficult to keep her mouth closed. She looked at Damon and realized that he would not, would never, give in. There was no way to win. With a defeated whimper, she finally opened her mouth and immediately a hot liquid started to fill her. She had expected it to taste metallic, terrible, but to her huge surprise it was rather sweet, fulfilling in a strange kind of way.

"Swallow it," she heard Damon command and for once she didn´t even think about disobeying. She took a big gulp and then another and felt the blood run through her body, filling her with a strange warmth. It was the best feeling she had had in the last couple of days. Some time passed in which Damon let her drink silently. He didn´t even hold her now but Elena was leaning into his wrists, intent on getting some more. It felt so good that she almost moaned, just able to hold it in at the last second. Finally, Damon seemed to think that it was enough. With a strength Elena simply wasn´t able to match, he pulled his wrist away from her. Elena made a sound of protest while her eyes followed the last droplets of blood still visible on the wound of his wrist. She was just about to make a step in his direction, when the fog in her head finally lifted and she understood what she was doing. She felt herself redden in embarrassment. Damon chuckled. "Well, well, someone seemed to like this." He teased.

Elena bit on her lip in embarrassment, but still she felt kind of warm, and a strange tingling feeling was spreading throughout her body. She also felt much better than a second ago, she had to admit it. Carefully she lifted her hand and let it glide over the bitemarks on her neck, only to realize that they were already gone. When she looked into the mirror again, she was not surprised to see that her cheek also wasn´t swollen anymore.

Damon was looking as well. "You still look a mess," he commented after a few seconds, before pointing at her bathroom. "Go do something against it."

Elena looked from him to his hand and asked herself when things had changed like this. Now, here he was, ordering her around as if he had any right to. But what was even worse was, that she actually couldn´t find it in her to argue with him about it. At least not in this moment. It was true that his blood had given her some kind of rush, but still she felt the strain of the last days.

Feeling defeated, Elena didn´t argue and went over to her bathroom to somehow try and rescue whatever there was to rescue regarding her appearance.

"You have 15 minutes" she heard Damon say just as she was about to close the door. "If you´re not out at this time, I´ll come in and get you."

She closed her eyes, wishing herself away.

"Stefan!"

Elena threw herself into her boyfriend's arms, ignoring the fact that this would surely not please Damon.

She was so happy that he was here, that she was with him now. She had missed him. She was so happy that she was safe, at least for the moment.

Stefan laughed. "Wow," he said. "What did I do to deserve this kind of greeting?"

Elena smiled. "I´m just happy to see you." She would never be able to express how happy she really was. Up to the moment that Damon had left so that Stefan wouldn´t see him, Elena had still believed that there was some kind of catch. But she had been positively surprised when Damon had kissed her one last time after she was done in the bathroom, before giving her a last smirk and leaving through her window. She still wasn´t sure, if he was afraid of what Stefan would do if he found out, or if he just loved the secrecy of the game he was playing. Maybe he liked the fact that he was fooling Stefan like this. Maybe he liked that he had all the control and no one was even knowing it. Elena had come to the realization that he was totally deranged. He was capable of everything.

"Why did you leave like this, yesterday? I was a bit worried."

Elena eyes went to Stefan. Silently she yearned to tell him the truth but Damon´s compulsion made it impossible. He had compelled her to do everything to make this their little secret. So in a way this even forced her to not only lie to her boyfriend but to make the lies as convincible as possible.

"I´m sorry. I didn´t think. Caroline had drunk way too much and you know that her mother was there as well, so we had to bring her home without anyone noticing. Matt came to me and asked for my help. We smuggled her out and drove her home."

Stefan looked thoughtful. "You should have told me, I could have helped."

"I couldn´t find you and we were a little pressed. And then I had to stay with Caroline to make sure that everything was ok. She was really out of it, you know."

Elena smiled apologetically at her boyfriend and asked herself if he could not see the bile that seemed to fill her throat by telling this lie. She had never lied to him before and it felt all wrong. "I know I should have called you earlier. I´m sorry. I didn´t want for you to worry."

Stefan smiled at her and waved it aside. "No problem. It´s just with everything going on, the vampires from the tomb…maybe I´m just a bit over worried."

"You think the tomb vampires will cause more problems?" she asked to get her mind of Damon.

Stefan shrugged. "I hope not. Pearl didn´t know about what her companions were doing. And when she found out, she was angry. She promised that something like this will never happen again."

Elena let out her breath. "Great, that means that we are trusting some vampire now?"

She saw the hurt that appeared in Stefan´s eyes by hearing her harsh words and just then realized what she had said. She smiled apologetically at her boyfriend. "Sorry, Stefan, you know I didn´t mean it like that."

His smile seemed a bit forced. "I can´t expect you to simply forget what you have seen, Elena. You saw what a little bit of blood could do to me. How it could change me. You saw how thin the barrier was…"

Elena took his face in her hands and looked at him deeply. "I love you, Stefan." She told him earnestly. "That has not changed and will not change. You´re right I saw what the blood can do to you… but I also know you. I know you are a good person and that you try everything you can to be that person. You fight every day, Stefan.. And I´m going to be there and fight with you so that something like this will never happen again. This is what it means, being in a relationship."

Stefan looked at her as if she was some miracle. His eyes shone. "I swear I don´t deserve you," he said and Elena had to do her best to keep the smile on her face. She felt regret in every fiber of her body. It wasn´t even that what she had told Stefan was a lie per se… but still the only reason she had said it was because she knew exactly that it was the kind of thing, he desperately wanted to hear… and she more than ever needed peace between Stefan and her. She needed his help so she couldn´t afford to argue with him now. She wasn´t even quite sure if she had really just forgiven him his blood lust… she simple hadn´t had the time to think about it after what had happened.

"Lets just try to get back to normal now, ok? There are other things we need to worry about."

Stefan nodded and this time he seemed to really mean it. "You´re right. Speaking off… You´re ready for the math test, today?"

Elena looked at him with big eyes. "Today?" she asked with shock. Stefan laughed. "Don´t tell me, you´ve forgotten it? I mean we´ve been learning together yesterday."

He was right of course. However, it was difficult to imagine that this had been only yesterday. So much had happened since then... She tried to force a smile on her face. "No, sure I know about the test. I just don´t feel prepared."

Stefan shrugged. "Maybe we can go through some of the exercises in the car, if you want to?"

She couldn´t care less.

"Sure, that would be great. Come on, let´s go."

Elena stared at the paper that was placed before her without much motivation. At first, she had tried to get some off the solutions right but after maybe 20 minutes she had accepted that she would get a bad mark in this test. She simply didn´t care. There were more important things right now. She needed to find a way out of this situation with Damon and fast. Now, more than ever, she felt the stain the evening and night had left on her. She only had to close her eyes to see the tight space again, get the feeling of being closed in, of not being able to breath. She shuddered. If anything she would try her best to make sure that he would never put her in there again. She just couldn´t take it… not again.

At the same time, she realized just how tired she really was. What would she give to just be able to lie down for a bit and sleep. Surely, she would feel better afterwards…

Elena felt her eyes flutter. For a moment she was able to open them, but only a minute later they closed again. Slowly her thoughts drifted away…

"Miss Gilbert!"

Her eyes flew open and she looked at her math teacher with big eyes. "I guess you have already finished since you look so bored by the test," he told her, his eyes looking down at her with disdain.

Elena could almost feel the other´s looking at her. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment. For just a second, she thought about her answer before her eyes fell on the paper before her. Deciding, she grabbed it and gave it to her teacher.

"Yes, Mr. Kane, you´re right, I´m already finished." She said before rising from her chair. She just wanted out of this room.

This time, the anger in her teacher´s eyes was replaced with surprise. "Miss Gilbert, you are aware that you still have more than 20 minutes left to finish, right?"

She nodded "Yes, I am aware of it, sir. But I´m done. May I leave?"

He looked skeptically but nodded finally. "Of course."

Elena forced a smile on her face to not leave such a bad impression before grabbing for her purse. Before leaving, she smiled in Stefan´s direction to tell him that everything was ok. She almost ran out of the class.

She didn´t stop to run until she had reached the door which let her outside of her school. The fresh air hit her and for the first time she felt as if she could breathe again. She hadn´t realized how close she had been to hyperventilating.

Feeling bone-tired Elena leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, trying to bane all thoughts. She just couldn´t do it, she thought with some desperation. How was she ever supposed to face Damon again, after what he had done to her? How was she supposed to deal with what he planned on doing to her?

She still had no answer to these questions. And she needed one. Soon.

"Elena? Is everything ok?" a voice behind her asked.

Elena turned around just to look into the worried eyes of her boyfriend. She looked at him and for a moment she couldn´t bring herself to form a single word. How was she supposed to do this? How was she supposed to smile at the one person who should be there for her in a moment like this and act as if everything was normal? She still felt the nausea from the last night, being caged, suffocated. She remembered how it felt to be dependent on someone, to have no control. It had been the most devastating feeling she had ever had. But she could not say a single word about this to Stefan. No matter how much she wanted to, she was damned to figure this situation out by herself. He might be here, but in the end, she was alone in this. All alone.

Stefan was still looking at her and Elena had to gulp, trying to get out some words. Her mouth felt dry. "No," she whispered, and even to herself her voice sounded strange. "No Stefan, don´t worry. I´m fine."

He looked at her as if he wasn´t believing a single word. "Look Elena, if this is about what I have done, about who I have been when I was drinking blood… I just want you to know that you can talk about it with me. I know I have hurt you with this, possibly even scared you…" he took a step in her direction, "but I swear to you that what I have been, what I have done… this is not who I am. It is some small, dark place inside my head, and I want to tell you… no I need to promise you, that I can control it. I can handle it. I know it took me some time, but Elena I managed it, no matter how difficult it was. And I did it because of you. You were what brought me through this."

His eyes stared into hers. They were wide and open. Honest. And still… still she had not wanted to hear a single word of what he had said. She couldn´t deal with his bloodlust. Not now, not today.

Lately, she felt as if this was all he ever talked about. And even though she could, in a way, understand it, there was this desperate, nagging voice inside her head that asked why the hell he was not seeming to get what was going on here. Could he not see the desperation, the fear she was feeling? Did he not sense that something was completely wrong, lately? How could he be so oblivious?

Elena sighed. "I´m ok, Stefan." She repeated. "I understand that it was difficult for you to overcome your bloodlust. But you did it. Believe me, this is what counts for me." She tried to smile at him, hoping that he would finally drop this. She could hear the ring of the school bell and gave Stefan another smile. "Come on, let´s look for Caroline, Matt and Tyler."

Stefan seemed not to be convinced but finally nodded. "Alright, let´s go."

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