A/N: Again, there will probably be trigger warnings every chapter. I probably won't post a specific warning for each chapter, since it's in the story summary. But, you've been warned. I hope you're enjoying this so far… This is definitely slow-burn and I'm not condoning or trying to romanticize abusive relationships. They're incredibly complicated and I'm doing my best to do this justice.

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Two:

I had just gotten out of the bath, when I heard Damon walk into our bedroom. I was immediately on edge. I never know what to expect with him, but I think he prefers it that way. If I'm always afraid, then it'll be easier for him to control me. After all, that's what he lives for – what he thrives on – control.

The door to the bathroom opened and I froze. Damon's mouth curved into a smirk. He licked his lips and sauntered over to me. He pulled me against him, felt me up and smelled my hair.

"Nothing smells better than you do – I swear." He sighed. Without warning, he dropped to his knees in front of me and lifted my injured leg and began a trail of kisses up my leg. My breath quickened and became uneven. He lifted the leg up and propped it over his shoulder. He held onto me, so I wouldn't lose my balance. His eyes locked with mine, as he lifted my towel and let it drop onto the floor.

"I thought we could skip dinner and get right to dessert, since you've been such a good girl. I have a surprise for you later. I think you'll love it. Just thinking about it made me hot." He moaned. He buried his face in between my legs and I gasped. This makes twice today that he's been gentle with me. This is so unlike him. Maybe he really is changing… A girl can wish… Right?

After I was finished, Damon carried me to bed. He look his time taking his clothes off. When he finished, he began to kiss his way up my body, stopping to give me massages as he went. I couldn't help but enjoy it. I knew that I was just putty in his hands and he learned long ago how to play me well. That hasn't changed in the years that we've been together.

He was ready to go again, before I was, not that it mattered. We both knew that I was too sore to be doing this, but refusing Damon has never gotten me anywhere. It didn't matter if I wanted it or not. If Damon wanted it, he got it. He always made sure of that. Putting up a fight just makes him mad and pissing him off, just gets me hurt.

It was over before I knew it. I had blocked out the majority of it and just went through the motions. He tried to make me enjoy it. He even forced another orgasm out of me – willingly or not – it didn't matter. I didn't matter.

"I swear that I'll never get enough of you." He panted, as he rolled off of me. Someone knocked on our bedroom door and I jumped. Damon pulled me in for a rough kiss and smirked, as he got off of the bed to answer it – naked. I gulped, not sure what to expect. This can't be good. I pulled the blankets up to cover myself with. A woman walked in, clad in only lacy black lingerie. She winked at me, when she noticed me staring.

"So this is the one, huh?" She asked him, clearly talking about me. Damon nodded and I saw a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I'm Katherine. I've gotta hand it to Damon here. You're even hotter than he let on. I think I'm more excited to play with you, than I ever have been with him." She smirked. I felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice over me. Did I really hear her right? Does he really expect me to let some stranger have sex with me?

"She's just shy. I've already warmed her up. This was her idea, after all, but she had no idea that I would be making her fantasy into a reality so soon. She told me that she would feel more comfortable with me watching her get fucked by a woman, instead of a man. Isn't that right, baby?" He lied. He acted like it was a question, but really, it was a threat. If I didn't let Katherine do what he wanted to me, then he would get some guy to do it instead. That I knew I couldn't handle. I just have to find a way to be okay with this…

"Damon, why don't you give us girls a minute to get acquainted? She needs a minute to get used to me, especially if this is her first time with something like this." Katherine suggested. Damon didn't look like he was buying it. So, it's my turn to say something. If I don't go along with this… I can't imagine how severe my punishment would be.

"I think it'll really help. Just a minute?" I mirrored Katherine's request. She looked pleased and that seemed to go it for Damon. As soon as Damon left the room, Katherine came over to me. She sized me up and looked me over. She stroked the side of my face, like she was trying to get me to relax. She moved onto the bed and hovered over me, like she wasn't really sure if I wanted this or not.

"It's just us girls here. Relax Bonnie. I promise that I'm not going to hurt you." She breathed. For some reason, the way that she said it made me believe her. I nodded and she pressed her lips against mine, gently. She didn't break the kiss, like I had expected her to. She treated me like I was something fragile and about to break. She kept kissing me, until I was timidly kissing her back. She brought her hands to my shoulders and started to pull my blankets down. I started to panic. She pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "I won't hurt you." She repeated. The way she keeps talking, makes me feel like she's been with Damon before and she's used to how hurtful he can be.

"Okay," I whispered. The bedroom door opened and Damon came back inside. He smiled, when he saw our current position.

"That's my girl. This is what I like to see." He mused. "Don't worry, baby. This is all about you. I'm just going to watch… and then Katherine is going to watch us." Something told me that this wouldn't be as simple as he was making it sound.

Katherine was gentle and took her time. True to her word, she didn't hurt me. I was grateful to her for that. Damon, though, Damon was a completely different story. He did his best to push me past my limits and then some. He wanted me to break and he wanted Katherine to see that he was the one breaking me.

I jolted awake, with a start. My hands flew to my throat and I started coughing. Everything hurts. The last thing I remember was Damon putting his hands around my throat and squeezing, as he plowed into me from behind.

"Here this will help with the pain. He's already in the shower and I already told him that I was giving this to you. Don't worry." Katherine assured me, as she handed me a glass of water and two white pills. I took them without questioning it. There is nothing that could make me feel worse than I already do, right now.

"There's my girl. I'm glad to see you're up." Damon smirked, before coming over to us and sitting down on the bed, wearing only a towel.

"I was worried about you, for a minute there." Katherine admitted. Damon didn't seem too fazed by her words.

"I would never do anything to hurt my girl. Would I?" He asked me. I shook my head, even though we all knew it was a lie.

"Girl, I have got to take you shopping with me, one of these days. I've been dying to go and no one will go with me. We can get you something special to wear for your man." She suggested with a wink.

"Please do, I'm glad the two of you are getting along. The two of you fucking was the hottest thing I've seen in my life." He mused, before leaning over and kissing me roughly. He pulled away and noticed that I was looking at Katherine. "Don't worry, baby. Discretion is what I pay her for."

I was incredibly slow moving in the morning. Damon gave me more painkillers and had to help me cover all of my bruises with makeup. He got so careless last night. They're littering my body and impossible to hide, otherwise.

Caroline was running late, so Damon offered to take me to the gym on his way to work. I'm not sure if it's because he regrets going overboard last night, or not. He tried to talk me into staying home and skipping working out altogether. We both know that I'm in no condition to go, but I couldn't just sit in the house and pretend like everything was going to be okay. I told him that Caroline was helping me slowly get my leg and arm back into shape with physical therapy. It's not a total stretch, but he bought it.

"I'll walk you inside. It's been ages since I've seen that Barbie friend of yours." He smirked, as he parked the car. He really didn't leave it up for discussion. He got my bag for me and helped me inside. Derek was helping someone train near the front of the gym. He saw me, but didn't say anything, thank God. I spotted Caroline and gave her a little wave. She looked surprised to see Damon here, but she played it off well. She walked over to us with a smile. Her smile faltered when she got a closer look at my neck and arms. I guess we didn't do as good of a job covering the bruises, as I thought. I had a light jacket on, praying that it would hide how hideous my arms are. It's not so much my arms, as my wrists.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Damon." Caroline admitted in a light voice. His smirk just broadened.

"Well, thinking was never your strong suit. That's why I don't mind my girl here, being friends with you." He chuckled. My jaw dropped and I gaped at him. He had the decency to look apologetic. "What? I was kidding. You know that I respect you and your friendship with my baby girl, don't you?" Damon half-heartedly tried to rectify the situation. Caroline scowled and turned into a tight smile.

"Sure I do." She replied flatly.

"See, she can take a joke. I'll see you at home later. Don't worry about dinner, baby. Stefan will be coming to stay with us for a few days. Something about his place getting fumigated or something. Regardless, make sure you were something nice. Okay?" He asked me. I forced myself to nod in agreement. "That's my girl." He smirked, before leaning down and giving me a possessive kiss. "Have fun, but not too much fun." He winked at us and then left. Caroline rounded on me the second that he was out of the building.

"Are you fucking kidding me, right now?! What the hell did he do to you?!" She exclaimed. I grabbed her arm and silently begged her to quiet down. She seemed to get the hint, because she took it down a notch. "Seriously, Bonnie, there are finger imprints on your neck! You can't tell me that's nothing!"

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?" I said, instead of what I desperately wanted to.

"No, not okay! You can't stay with him! I don't care what he's told you or threatened you with! I won't watch him kill you, Bonnie!" She said in an increasingly shrill voice. I gulped and shifted under her gaze, uncomfortably.

"What am I supposed to do, Caroline? Where am I supposed to go? I don't have any family left. Don't you get it? You're my only friend! If I left to stay with you, what's to stop him from coming after you?! I won't let him hurt you, because of me! I couldn't live with myself!" I snapped back at her. I felt tears welling in my eyes. "I need to pee." I excused myself, hurriedly and all but ran to the bathroom. I passed a concerned looking Derek in the process, but refused to make eye contact. I waited until I was safely locked in a stall, before allowing myself to break down.

Why did I even bother with the Plan B pill yesterday? He made damn sure that he didn't use a condom at all, last night, either. It doesn't matter what I want. None of it matters. I just have to find a way to live with it and survive. I hated it. When I met Damon… When I first got together with Damon, he was a completely different person. My Grams was still around and my dad was still alive. After my Grams died, Damon really stepped up. He was always there for me. And then all of a sudden, my dad died. Someone went off of his meds and just shot him. After that, I had no one. Damon changed so gradually, that I didn't even see it, until it was too late. He waited until I was completely dependent on him and I had no one else in the world. He is so fucking conniving.

"Bonnie, I'm sorry. Okay? You don't know how hard it is watching him always hurt you. He acts like he owns you or something. You're not his fucking property. I hate it! I swear to God that I'm going to find a way to get you out of this. You can't keep living this way." She lamented. I just kept crying. Why did I have to drag her into this? If anything happens to her, it'll kill me. "Please unlock the door, Bonnie. Please," she begged. I did as she asked and mopped off my face on my sleeve. "How bad is it really?" She asked me. I just shook my head.

"You don't want to know, okay? I can't handle you looking at me with any more pity, than you already do. I wouldn't be able to stomach it." I refused.

"I need to know, Bonnie. We have to take pictures. We'll take them on my phone, he'll never find out. It doesn't even have to be in here. We can go into one of the empty rooms in the back. They don't have any windows. We can leave the lights off and I'll just turn on the flash, okay?" She tried to reason with me. I knew that I wasn't going to lose this one and there was no sense in me arguing with her, so I nodded in agreement. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up and out of here, before anyone else comes in." She suggested, helping me to my feet. I followed her out of the bathroom stall and scrubbed my hands in the sink, before following her out of the restroom.

True to her word, she led me towards the back of the gym and we went into one of the empty rooms. She left one set of lights on, but the rest of them were off. It was just bright enough for us to see, but not so bright, that I felt like I was under a spotlight. Caroline helped me get out of my clothes. I took off everything, save for my sports bra, underwear and the small pair of running shorts that I had on under my yoga pants.

"Oh, Bonnie," Caroline cried, as she started taking pictures. I heard the tears in her voice and her voice crack. She asked me to reposition for some of the pictures, but stayed quiet otherwise. It didn't take long, but I wasn't comfortable being exposed like this. She put her phone up and bent down to put my socks on. A knock sounded on the door, before it opened. I froze in fear. We forgot to lock it! How could we have been so careless?!

Derek stepped inside and immediately realized his error. There's no way that I can explain all of this away. Fuck. My. Life. Caroline scrambled to hand me my clothes, but the damage was already done. She helped me get my pants back on, since it was still tricky because of my messed up knee. When we finally refocused our attention on Derek, he looked livid. I took a deep breath and tried not to be afraid of him.

"The man who brought you here today, he's the one who did this to you. Isn't he?" He asked me in a low voice. I didn't respond. "I could fucking kill him." He fumed. I just stared at him.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, quickly. "I think the lessons are a bad idea. I made a mistake." I tried to leave the room and walk past him, but he stopped me by the arm.

"You're not leaving, until we talk about this." He told me. I looked to Caroline for help, but she didn't seem to know what to do, either.

"You said you wouldn't ask." I whispered. He visibly calmed down and let go of my arm.

"That's before I had this shoved in my face. Is there any part of your body that doesn't hurt or isn't covered in a bruise right now?" He asked in disbelief. I didn't know how to answer him and I didn't want to. "Can we have a minute to talk alone, Caroline? I promise you, on my life, that I won't hurt her. You can come after me yourself, if I try." He asked her. She just nodded. I scowled, feeling betrayed.

"I trust him. He's a good guy, Bonnie. I'll be right outside. Just yell if you need me. You know I won't leave you." She told me as she left us alone in the room and shut the door behind her.

"You can't seriously be reconsidering the self-defense lessons. That's the least you should be doing. He's twice the size of you. He's already beaten the crap out of you." He said, bitterly. I flinched and took a step back from him. He seemed to realize that he was making me uncomfortable, because he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You're getting the lessons. I can't have your death on my conscience." He decided for me.

"Okay." I agreed, not sure what else I could say.

"No one has the right to put his or her hands on you. You do know that, right?" He asked me softly. I adverted my gaze to the ground and shrugged. Did I? Does it even really matter anymore? It is what it is and I can't change it. "No, look at me. You matter. No one has the right to do what has been done to you." He said in a firm voice. He placed a finger under my chin and lifted my face, gently, so that I had to look him in the eye. "You asked me for my help for a reason. You know that this isn't right. You need to find that feeling again and hold onto it. Okay? You're in no shape to do anything today. You need to ice and take it easy." He sighed. I opened my mouth to argue, but he just shook his head. "Come on. Let's get you iced."

I still didn't know how I felt about my second exchange with Derek. Who does he think he is? Is what he said really that off base? Why does he even care? He doesn't even know me.