Elena took deep breaths, lying on the rock-like bed, staring through the small window that had a barred opening with thick metal bars. And the air inside was different, it was musty, damp and stuffy. There were no sound of people and no sound of 'him', nothing but the eerie silence. And this made Elena want to scream, trash the room, do anything to get somebody's attention but there was nothing to trash and nobody would hear her... However, she knew that it would be a terrible idea. She had to appear calm, respectful and submissive. Afterall being argumentative and angry was what got her down here in the first place. And she needed to show her kidnapper that she was ready to be respectful and collected, even if it was just an act. He wouldn't know that, would he?

Though in her mind, she went over all her options of escaping. There was nothing in this room that she could use as a weapon and he always made sure to lock the door. The only thing that she could do was try her best to be good. Her other option was speed, she could try and make a run for it but even then he would overpower her. And her other hope was her family. They always knew when something was wrong, and me not coming home would be one of them. Perhaps being patient and good was her safest and only option.

But it was hard. It was painful. And worst of all, she was going mad. She went from being treated like a princess with Stefan to being kidnapped, abused and treated like a prisoner by some stranger! Elena heard booming footsteps that echoed through the cell, followed by sounds of shuffling and jingling keys. She jumped. Which caused her to have an unsettling feeling in the bottom of her stomach, her heart began to pound, and she felt the sudden urge to run. But, there was nowhere to go or hide.

She heard the door creak open and instantly looked towards her kidnapper. He walked through the cell door, turned around and bolted it while walking towards Elena. He was wearing a V-neck tee shirt with a fine leather jacket, and rebel dark blue straight jeans with matching boots. His hair appeared darker than yesterday with one or two bangs on his forehead. Wow, he looks gorgeous. Wait! I shouldn't be thinking that! He kidnapped me!

Elena noticed that he was holding a stainless steel bowl. He placed the bowl on the ground, smirking. Wait, was that a fucking dog bowl? What the fuck? Her mind raced with thoughts, would he seriously treat her like a dog? "Get on your knees." His voice came out in a deep growl, "Right. Now." He demanded.

Fuck you, Elena cursed in her head. Her feelings of rage, anger, and resentment began to overwhelm her. She wanted to scream, cry and run. But at the same time, she needed to show her captor how compliant she was.

"Elena, I asked you to do something. And I fucking expect you to do it. " He stared down at me, pointing towards the floor.

She hesitated slightly, still not being used to somebody telling her what to do, even in the presence of her kidnapper. She took a deep breath, already scolding herself for obeying. How degrading... Sighing in frustration, she climbed out of bed. And quickly glanced at him, redness leaked into her cheeks as she bit her lip and looked away nervously, but she couldn't hide the red glow that came over her face. Damon cocked his head towards her, sniggering as she blushed. He loved demeaning her, and it made his cock rock hard.

"Do not make me ask twice, pet. " He snapped while standing impatiently with his arms crossed.

Elena nodded, and carefully lowered herself until she was on her knees. He strolled towards her, stroking her cheek with his index finger. Elena's lips were quivering, holding back the sobs. She had never felt so restrained, degraded and used before.

"Good girl." He soothed. And for once his voice was gentle, light and kind. And for a split second, Elena felt warm and comforted. Until...

"Now. I want you to crawl over to that metal bowl, " He murmured, "And, I want you to drink from it." He ordered, "But your hands must be behind your back, and you can only use your tongue. Is that understood?" He said, firmly.

Elena erupted, "I'm not doing that!" She spat, growling out in anger.

Damon laughed loudly, throwing his head back. The sound echoing throughout the cell, he pulled back his hand and backhanded her across her face. His hand stung from the impact as she clutched her cheek in shock, pain, and distress. Tears welling in her eyes, she crawled towards the bowl. Her body, her face and her knees were throbbing but she knew she had to obey else she would never get out of this cell.

"Faster!" Damon screamed while kicking her ass. Elena whimpered while crawling faster. I want to fucking kill him!

She arrived at the bowl, filled with water. Her mouth was dry, and she was indeed longing for a drink of water. But she hesitated, she really didn't want to drink from a dog bowl... At this point, Damon walked towards her, having had enough of her stalling and hesitation, he reached for the back of her head and roughly dunked her head inside the dog bowl. She tried to scream, clawing at the floor as he pushed her head deeper into the bowl. She furiously tried to push herself up but Damon was too strong and it wasn't until she started to choke on the water that Damon let go.

Elena gasped for air, coughing and choking on the water. "Please... I'm sorry." She spluttered, tears coursing down her face.

"I'm a nice Master, Elena," he said, his voice implying he was certain, "So, I'm going to give you another chance to do as you were told," he said, while wiping her tears away, "Without, any hesitation."

Elena nodded, she was thankful that there wasn't much water in the bowl now. But instead, it was in her hair and over her face. She quickly wiped herself, and before she could put her face towards the bowl he said, "Hands behind your back, and I want you to lap that water as if you were a dog on a hot summer day, " he smiled, "Now. Drink." He commanded. Elena put all of her dignity and pride behind her and did exactly what Damon said, remembering that it was all just an act. Little did he know...

Damon gazed at Elena. Her head buried in a dog bowl, vigorously licking the water from a bowl, loudly splashing her way to hydration. Damon was impressed, he walked behind her and held her hair to stop it from getting wet. "Good girl! " Damon said, in a high-pitched and cheerful voice- as if he was speaking to a puppy. Damon then pulled Elena up by her hair, "Go sit on the bed." He said while helping her up off the floor. Elena sat down on the bed, watching Damon as he sat next to her. "Well done. You've passed." He reassured, but Elena looked extremely confused. "Passed what?" She asked. "That's none of your business, sweetheart." Elena was about to scream, of cause it was her business. She had just gone through hell, on her hands and knees drinking from a dog bowl and he has the nerve to say that.

"As your reward, you're allowed to ask me a few questions." He murmured, narrowing his eyes slightly. "It's now or never. Just be thankful that I'm even allowing you to question me." A thousand questions spiraled around inside her head. She had just been kidnapped and he is only allowing her a few questions, how pathetic.

"Who are you?" She asked without any hesitation, hopefully, she would get an answer from him. She looked up at him, biting her lip.

"I'm your Master. But to others, it's Damon. Or handsome." He winked, thinking about spanking her firm and soft ass. He wished that she'd slip up so that he could punish her...

Elena couldn't tell if he was being arrogant or just trying to make her smile.

"Are you going to kill me?" Elena asked with a shake in her voice.

He responded with yet another snicker. "What would I do with a dead pet? Hmm? I like my pets alive and in one piece. I have no use for a dead one." He laughed. Elena sighed in relief. Perhaps, she was some sex slave, or something of that nature, a pet to fulfill his sexual perversions. She shivered at the thought but it was much better than him going all Ted Bundy on her.

"Umm. Why did you kidnap me?" Elena went on, "How did you know my name?" She asked, "Have you been following me?"

Damon raised his eyebrows, "Elena, I said a few questions. And that was more than enough." Damon sighed, "I kidnapped you because I can and because you're mine." He hissed, "Including your mouth, ass, and pussy." He smiled, "Now, ask me one more question?" Damon insisted, curious about what she might ask.

"What are you?" She blurted, "You can move really fast. And you are insanely strong..." She said.

Damon laughed, "That is none of your business, my love." He flashed her a grin, giving her goosebumps.

"But, Damon..." Elena stuttered, "You said that I could ask you anything?" Damon disregarded her question, "What did you just fucking call me?" He snapped, "On your fucking hands and knees. Right. Now. "

All of a sudden, his eyebrows curled against each other and his eyes widened with anger. His voice was deep and threatening, like subdued thunder. Hearing this, Elena dropped to her knees knowing that the punishment would be even worse.

"You clearly enjoy getting punished by me, Elena. Else, you wouldn't keep fucking up." He pressed onto her lower back, forcing her to lean on her elbows while keeping her ass up in the air. "Now, pets don't get to complain. So if I hear anything come out of that mouth of yours I will keep you in this cell for a month!" he paused, giving her the chance to take everything in. "But, I'll most likely do that anyways..." He smirked."I'm sorry.." She sniffled, her heart rate going frantic again. Damon pulled back his hand and smacked her ass 10 times, ending with 2 smacks on her thigh. "I told you not to fucking speak, slut!" he paused, "It's clearly going to take a lot of pain and suffering to get that into your bloody head of yours, isn't it?" He roughly rubbed her hot blushed cheeks, snickering.

Elena lost it, "Whatever you plan to do, just do it and get it over with!" She screeched. It was rewarded with a painful '"smack!" to her bottom. She cried out in pain.

"You just don't learn do you?" He asked, "Well, you better learn fast if you don't want to be in any more pain, Elena." He snapped coldly and began to wail at her bottom with his bare hand. Her pink bottom quickly transitioned into a dark red as he slapped one cheek at a time, slow and hard. She kicked, begged and pleaded.

"This is what will happen each time you forget to use titles." He snapped, smacking her bottom again. "It's a privilege to call me by my name, pet. And only good little girls have that honor." He scolded harshly, as he continued to wail on her. "Naughty girls like you get spankings." She had never been spanked before other than the time when Damon belted her, but this felt different. It felt more uncomfortable and painful. To her relief, he stopped. "Now, what do we say? Hmm?"

She whimpered, tears falling down her cheeks. He smacked her bottom harshly, "Well?" He snapped.

"Yessssss. I'm sorry." She sobbed, wanting all of this to end.

"Excuse me? I'm sorry what?" No answer. He started wailing on her again.

"Okay!" She had a hard time saying it. And her pride and dignity almost stopped her but she knew that Damon would punish her all day if he had to. "I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry that I forgot titles." She sobbed.

Damon stopped and smiled to himself. He had the biggest grin on his face and it felt amazing. He couldn't hide how pleased he was with the sound of 'Master' coming from her pretty little lips. Before Elena was about to collapse, he scooped her into a big hug. And picked her up off the floor and took her out of the cell and up the stairs, he then carried her towards what seemed like Damon's bedroom.

They enter the bedroom, it's long, big and enhanced. In the middle of the bedroom is a large king sized bed, which was huge and looked extremely comfortable. On the bed were satan red embroidered duvet covers, a dunelm black plush cushion, and a soft grey cozy throw blanket. Wow, this looks amazing!

Elena whimpered as Damon carefully placed her on the bed, "Shhh, stay here." He calmly said as he fetched an Aloe Vera lotion. "This lotion has a really good cooling effect and it will help to soothe all that nasty smarting away." He soothed while taking Elena's underwear down. "I'm just going to rub this into your skin, princess."

Damon squirted a blob of lotion into his hands and rubbed it all over her bottom and thighs while slowly caressing her cheeks. Elena let out a soft moan which made Damon smile, "Does it feel good?" Damon asked. Elena nodded, she hated to admit it but it felt really good. Damon squeezed out more lotion and continued to rub it into her cheeks and Elena had to bite her lip in order to stop her from moaning again. After the lotion melted into her skin, Damon pulled her underwear up and tucked her into his bed. By this point, Elena felt drowsy, groggy, and dazed.

And before Damon turned back around she was already sound asleep, he bent forward and gave Elena a small kiss on her forehead, "Goodnight, my little princess." Damon whispered into her ear.

...

To be continued.