[~Dig Deep, it's Killing Me~]

Now that he had won Klaus regarded her with a cold calculating look. Caroline didn't know what to expect. Because he didn't seem overly pleased. Maybe it was because she had nothing to give him. She wouldn't fall in his arms like she used to. She wouldn't be a loving girlfriend. She wouldn't, she couldn't. He had won and she felt utterly miserable.

They were still in her kitchen and she knew they wouldn't stay here for long. Klaus would haul her back to New York, straight back to the life he planned for her and he wouldn't have to drag her there kicking and screaming. She would obediently follow.

"This braid isn't flattering love," Klaus suddenly said, "Undo it."

It was a challenge. She knew it but the will to fight had gone out of her. Klaus had won. He had her father. It was over.

She started untwisting her hair under his watchful eye. He looked pleased with her obedience and Caroline didn't know why this felt demeaning but it did.

"Much better," Klaus said when her hair fell around her face.

Klaus stepped closer and she tried not to flinch when he threaded his fingers in her curls.

It didn't matter that she didn't react. Klaus saw right through her and he didn't like what he saw.

What did he expect though?

She averted her eyes but Klaus tugged at her hair forcing her to look at him.

"Don't mistake my intentions love. This does not have an expiration date. It is not you paying off your father's debt," he clarified, "I told you before don't care for money."

"What do you care for then?" she asked, her voice barely coming out and she tried to keep her irony under the surface but knew she failed. It didn't matter. It was not as if Klaus cared for anything. Least of all her.

Something softened in Klaus' eyes but it was gone before Caroline could believe she had actually seen it and not imagined it.

"Can't you guess?"

She gulped down and only shrugged. She didn't want to provoke him. She knew he didn't care for her.

Klaus sighed and let go of her hair.

"This is an exchange sweetheart," he declared, "A life for a life. Your life for his."

Caroline looked at him finally realizing what he meant. He would never let her go. This didn't have a timeframe where she would have to suffer for some time to appease Klaus' need to punish both her and her father. She was going back into Klaus Mikaelson's collection and like a collector, he would keep her in his selection. Use her at will and when he would get bored with her he would simply store her away or just kill her. There would be no more running away. No more escape. It was a matter of pride for him. And a message for everyone that no one escaped him.

At anyhow her freedom was gone. The life she had built for herself was gone. She was gone.

"Do you understand Caroline?" he demanded and Caroline's head dropped.

"I understand," she agreed brokenly and Klaus almost seemed sad as if he hated seeing her so broken but he didn't push this any further. He only kissed her forehead.

He helped her get up from the seat and stand on her feet. When she felt that her balance wouldn't betray her he let her go.

"Go pack anything you feel you can't leave behind. You have ten minutes," he gave her a curt order, "Don't bother with useless things. I'll get you anything you need when we get back home."

Home, Caroline thought. She was going back …home.

She walked towards her bedroom when Klaus' stern voice reached her eyes.

"Don't cause any more trouble love. You won't like the consequences."

She kept walking.

Caroline closed the door of her bedroom and leaned against it. While she was gone Klaus had removed the key for the door so she couldn't lock it.

Ten minutes. She knew she only had ten minutes. Klaus was always precise.

She wanted to scream, to cry, to rage but she didn't have the time.

She looked around. She wouldn't return here again. She felt tears burn her eyes. She wouldn't see Tyler again. Would he worry about her? Would he be mad with her? Would he believe she left him?

It didn't matter. As long as he was safe it wouldn't matter. And she had to keep him safe. It wasn't his fault she had lied to him. It wasn't his fault she had hidden her past from him and now her past came back.

Tyler was a good guy and he deserved a good life with a woman that didn't carry such baggage. A woman that would be honest with him and would love him truly. And that woman wasn't her. Felicity Martin could have been that woman but Klaus killed her without even firing a bullet.

She was Caroline Forbes again and she was trapped into Klaus Mikaelson's web and she had to do as she was told if she wanted Tyler and her father to live.

She steadied herself. She didn't have much time to ponder on such things.

Thankfully she didn't have to waste any time with getting her things ready. She always kept a bag under her bed for a quick getaway. She just had never thought this would be why she would use it. The duffel bag was meant to be used to get away from Klaus and not get back to him.

Caroline pulled the bag from under the bed and then she reached for one of Tyler's notebooks he had left on the nightstand. She tore a paper and got a pen. She'd have to leave him a note. She couldn't just disappear from his life like that.

"Tyler,

Forgive me but I can't stay. You are a great person and I was lucky to have met you. But you deserve better. Don't look for me. Never think of me again and one day I hope you'll find someone to really love you and give you everything.

Live a full and happy life.

Goodbye.

Felicity."

The paper was snatched from her hands.

Klaus truly moved like a shadow. She could never see him or hear him approach.

He read the letter and snorted it before he crumpled it in his hand before she could stop him. He dropped it on the bed and his glare was deadly.

"You really want him dead don't you?"

Caroline rose and stood against Klaus. She wouldn't let him do this to her. She was going back with him. What more did he want?

"You won't hurt him."

"Is that so?" he challenged her daring her to arm his hand. He wanted Tyler dead.

"Yes," she said lifting her chin, "You got what you wanted. You have me."

She locked her eyes with him and he narrowed his.

"Do I?"

Her chest rose and fell. The message was clear.

The air thickened between them and she knew that Tyler's life was hanging on the balance and she held his life in her hands.

Klaus stepped closer until the back of her knees hit the mattress.

"Do I?" Klaus insisted, his tone solemn, his intentions clear.

Klaus wanted proof. He wanted more than that. He wanted to taint every memory she had. He wanted to obliterate Tyler's touch. To make her forget anyone but him had ever touched her and he wanted to do it here. In this room. In the bed, she shared with Tyler. This was the price she would have to pay.

So she paid it.

Her hand gripped the nape of Klaus' neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

He tensed in her arms. Only for a second before he attacked her lips with fervor taking over.

He threw her on the bed and his weight pinned her down on the flowery bedspread.

Caroline stopped thinking. She erased every memory and feeling. She drank Klaus in as if she was starving. It had been so long and she broke for him once more. One touch, one kiss was enough to forget all sense. This was why she had left as she had. Because if she had thought twice he would have been her weakness.

Her hands roamed at his back over the leather jacket he wore and stilled when she felt the outline of his gun in his back holster underneath. She fisted the leather in her fingers and tried to relax but she couldn't. Not when Klaus' hands pushed her skirt up.

She couldn't breathe. She burned all over. She ached all over.

She wanted to cry, to take every part of him, touch him again. And she hated herself for it.

This didn't feel it used to. This wasn't love. This was dirty.

When Klaus hastily ripped off her pantyhose she froze underneath him.

Klaus detached his mouth from hers and looked deeply into her eyes. His gaze burned.

She could feel her swollen lips. She could feel his hand between her thighs.

"I can't do this," she breathlessly said. Almost plead. She trembled and Klaus' eyes hardened.

She swallowed down hard when Klaus removed his hand from her thighs but he didn't move.

Instead, Caroline heard the sound of paper twisting.

She turned her head to the side to see that the letter she had left for Tyler was now trapped in Klaus' punishing fist.

Klaus' lips found her ear. He bit her earlobe making her shudder.

"Can't you?" he taunted her and she stiffened beneath him, closing her eyes.

When he started moving away she stopped him. She gripped his arm with her one hand while the other she started unbuttoning her shirt slowly.

She didn't look at him. She kept looking at the twisted paper. Klaus' fingers relented and the crumbled paper was tossed away.

She closed her eyes when Klaus' palm wrapped around her neck and then started smoothing its way down at her exposed chest.

She knew she didn't offer him the sexy appearance she used to. She wore Felicity Martin's underwear. There was no lace. No silk. She now wore simple cotton panties in beige color.

Klaus didn't seem to mind. If anything his touch was far more possessive than ever before, his arousal against her thigh far more aggressive than ever before.

Caroline almost bucked away when Klaus bit her erect nipple over the fabric of her bra but she stayed still.

His tongue swirled, played, punished until she heaved.

His mouth left a trail of kisses upwards. On her neck, on her jawline.

"I am not going to fuck you in the bed you fucked another man Caroline."

Caroline's eyes snapped open and she looked at him.

His lips curled to a bitter smile.

"But I will have a taste," he told her and her mouth went dry.

"And you will let me," he warned her and waited until she nodded before his eyes darkened, "you will remember to whom you belong."

Caroline sucked in a deep breath at the possessive threat in which he promised her this.

Klaus' thumb caressed her bottom lip harshly until she opened her mouth and he pushed his finger in. He slanted his head to the side challenging her to deny him but she didn't dare. She would, later on, try to convince herself it was fear that made her act the way she did and not primal need but her tongue darted and ran up and down the digit in her mouth. Slowly.

Klaus smiled.

"Good girl," he praised her and removed his wet finger from her mouth only to replace it with his mouth.

Caroline moaned when his hand found its way between her legs again. He pushed aside her panties and the finger she had licked found her wetness because she was wet. At that discovery, Klaus let a satisfied sound against her lips. One that hurt her more than anything else.

He kept kissing her, his finger pressing against her clit. He played, he teased, he fondled until she was on edge but he didn't let her fall.

Instead, his mouth left a trace of fire all over her skin. He kissed her neck, her chest, her belly and then went lower.

Caroline was left boneless on the bed as Klaus pushed her skirt further up until it bunched up around her waist. He tore her panties away and parted her legs exposing her to him. Her cheeks burned but her gaze remained unfocused as Klaus' lowered his head between her spread thighs. He pushed her legs over his shoulders and she looked at the ceiling as Klaus' mouth pleasured her. He licked, sucked, kissed. Slowly. Expertly…Gently.

She didn't know how long this lasted. His stubble irritated her skin but his mouth was a balm and a thorn at once. She could hear the sounds of his languidly moving tongue over her wet folds and her breathy moans and it twisted her inside. She arched her back and writhed. Her body opened fully for him and finally, she came in his mouth and only then he moved away. She didn't dare look at his smug satisfaction or the evidence of her arousal on his lips. She felt used. Humiliated.

She closed her numb legs slowly wanting nothing more than to turn away and push herself on a ball and cry. She cringed when she felt slickness rubbing between her legs.

Klaus licked his lips looking at her with hungry eyes but then whatever was hot in them became cold.

Caroline kept her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Klaus pushed her skirt down harshly, almost tearing the fabric and then he pulled her up with so much force that she was sure he left bruises on her skin.

Klaus held her from her upper arm and dragged her along as if she was nothing but a ragdoll. He stopped only to lift her duffer bag.

"Anything else you need?" he questioned her, his tone holding no emotion.

She shook her head, unable to speak. She could barely stand but Klaus shoved her forward and just like that he uprooted her from the life she had tried to have without him.

Not only that but he made it clear that there would be no life without him and he had just given her a taste of how her life would be from now on.

It was the kind of life she didn't want to have, one of humiliation from the looks of it, but Klaus didn't care.

Right now what Klaus cared for was to get her back to New York, bind her to him and punish her.

In a matter of less than an hour, he turned her world upside down again and he didn't even give her a chance to look back.

He did more than just steal her away. He took what he wanted and in a way so did she. Klaus was satisfied, Tyler would live to see another day. A fair exchange no matter how it ruined her.

This was nothing more than one more bargain with the devil and now she would have to honor the one that would guarantee her father's life too.

And just like that Klaus Mikaelson forced her back into his world and she had no choice than to follow.