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This chapter does involve more of dark Damon and dark themes so be *Warned* :)

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Streams of sunlight pierced through the curtains, bathing the room in luminous colors. The warm ball of light seeped through Elena's eyelids, waking her. She blinked a few times, in an attempt to help her eyes adapt to the sparkling, dazzling and shimmery illuminations. Rays of brightness now casting thin golden stripes across her sweet face. Attracted to the great beams of light she reached out towards the light. But before she could even reach out, Damon's heavy breathing interrupted her... Oh, fuck.

She squinted. Her eyes scanned the room and she noticed that she was in Damon's bedroom, on his bed and swathed in his red bed sheets. His arms were tightly wrapped around her small body, embracing her and his legs were tangled within hers. Elena blinked, not quite sure about what happened last night.

She filled with fear... He wouldn't, he couldn't. Did he rape me?

She gasped. Her eyes widened. Her breaths sharp and puffed, almost unable to breathe. Her heart was racing, her face was heating up and all she wanted to do was scream for help and wait for someone to find her. But nobody was here. Other than Damon... A choked cry escaped from her throat and she jammed her fist into her mouth to stifle any more sobs. Her fingers began to curl into fists, nails digging into her palms as she hesitantly glanced at Damon.

His features were much softer in sleep, the lines that usually crinkled his brow was replaced by a youthful and relaxed appearance. He was lying motionless, almost lifeless. The only movement was the slight rise and fall of his chest. And it was hard to imagine that he was the same man who kidnapped, abused and degraded her. In sleep, he was angelic.

I have to get out. I have to get out. Just calm down, calm down...

Elena swallowed her fear, peeled off of Damon and tiptoed on silent feet towards the bedroom door. Beneath her feet the wooden floor creaked, she gasped and made a giant leap towards the door. As she was about to reach for the handle, she collided into Damon's chest, she staggered backward, her mind swirling, her breaths shallow until she fell in a heap to the floor. Her jaw dropped in a silent scream of horror. He lunged at her, pulling her body across the floor. Elena's fingernails scratched against the wood followed by her screams, "No! No! Please, STOP!" She sobbed. Damon loomed over her, his brooding eyes truly show evil-intentioned as he climbed up her body. His fingers curled around her neck, pressing, closing. His eyes burned with emptiness and rage as her lungs burned with pain. Despite this, she began to thrash and buck under him as he tightened his fingers around her throat, cutting off her air supply. Her face began to turn into a sickening color as her sight started to close in on her and just before her vision went completely black, Damon let go.

Elena was curled up on the floor, sobbing. Her lungs started to ache and her eyes were still bulging, she reached up to feel her neck and winced from the pain.

Damon smirked, "Aw. Did I hurt you?" He snickered, his voice implying that it was all just fun and games to him. Elena began to think he got off on hurting her... Sadistic bastard.

Damon didn't wait for a response instead he picked her up off the floor and tossed her onto his bed. He opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a bundle of rope.

Elena's eyes widened in fear, "... M-Master?" Elena said, feeling really odd saying it without being forced.

Damon smiled, surprised that she was finally obeying him. "What is it that you need, my sweetheart?" He cooed, dropping the rope. She was staring at him with despair and distress, "I wasn't trying to escape, Master. I was looking for the bathroom.." Most of it was true, she did really need to go to the bathroom and she couldn't even remember the last time she peed.

Damon gazed at Elena, observing her. He knew that she was lying but decided to have a little fun with it. After all, he'd punish his little pet later for her deceitfulness.

"Of cause." He smiled, sadistically. He helped her up from the bed and guided her towards the bathroom. He leaned against the door frame, gesturing for her to go through the door.

"Um... what are you doing?" Elena said dubiously, glancing at Damon and then at the bathroom.

Damon grinned. "Oh, I'm sorry. You don't get any kind of privacy, Elena. Not for a very long time..." He smirked, gesturing. "Now, do your business little pet."

Elena walked through the bathroom door, turned on the light and glanced around the room. A subdued glow came from the light bulb showing a tiny room. There were a willow light grey tiled wall, a Victorian roll top bath, and an oxford white toilet. And the towels were fluffy, aromatic and carefully folded on a wicker laundry basket. She turned around and noticed that the bathroom door lock had been removed. She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Clever..." She muttered under her breath.

"Did you say something, pet?" He asked. She nodded her head, no.

"No, what?" He demanded.

"No, Master." She said.

"I hate muttering, Elena." He said, crossing his arms like the arrogant bastard he is. "So, if I catch you doing it again, you'll be tasting my leather belt." And with that, he gave her a cheesy grin. Yep, arrogant bastard.

Elena immediately regretted even saying anything, she should have known that it would have just pissed him off. So instead of stalling anymore, she tried to make him happy again by sitting on the toilet. She tried her best to hide her discomfort, but it was difficult when she was blushing 50 shades of red. She stared down at the floor as she started peeing but she could feel his eyes resting on her. His gaze felt like an act of sadism, inhumanity, and cruelty. He laughed heartlessly, looking down at her as if she was just some 'pet'. But she wasn't, she told herself. No matter what happens, I can't submit. And instead of lowering her head anymore she lifted it, stared into his cold and unforgiving eyes and tightened her jaw. A stony glare carved into her brown eyes as rebellion and defiance blurred her sight.

This small act of mutiny triggered Damon. He stepped back and observed her. He could almost feel dominance radiating from her body and he hated it! She needed to be reminded of her place.

She gently wiped herself and stood up and walked over to the sink. Once she had finished washing her hands, Damon walked behind her, touching her ass. She winced. This made Elena remember the spanking that Damon gave her the previous night. "How's your ass, princess?

Elena shivered as he continued to massage her ass and upper thighs. "It's fine." She said, sharply. But, Damon caught onto her attitude.

"Strip." He hissed.

Elena gasped. She was mortified, frozen to the spot. She turned around and glared in awe at his overbearing and domineering expression. She saw nothing but amusement lined on his face which made Elena's heart thump louder. Her pale skin swiftly turned into a dark shade of red. She gasped for air as the warmth quickly thrived into a blazing heat wave. She attempted to hide her face behind her hands until Damon pushed her hands away.

"Don't cover up, slut." He snapped. Damon derived great pleasure from making Elena feel humiliated, degraded and uncomfortable and it was pretty much the only thing that Damon gained sexual indulgence from.

Elena felt sick. She was expecting this to happen but she didn't think he'd make her strip this soon. She bit her lip and started to unbutton her shirt.

Damon grinned. "Good girl."

She took off her shirt and placed it on the wicker laundry basket, hesitating. She really didn't want to remove her shorts.

"Faster, slut." He growled, smacking her ass. She whimpered as she pulled down her shorts. Damon's smile grew as did his cock. He was sick and tired of holding back and it was about time that Elena serviced Damon sexually.

Anger. Sadness. Humiliation. Resentment. Rage.

These emotions overwhelmed Elena as she stood there in front of Damon with only her bra and underwear on.

"Don't keep me waiting, Elena." He said, his voice implying that he was serious. In other words, if she didn't get a move on then he'd punish her mercilessly. So, she turned around, unhooked her bra and dropped her underwear.

"Turn around." He ordered her forcefully. She hesitated for a moment, turned around and instantly covered her breasts with her hands. "Very nice. Very nice, indeed." He grinned, with satisfaction and amusement in his voice. He gazed at her as if she was his most prized possession, a piece of property, a toy and a pet for all of his sexual desires. Elena was now completely naked and shivering which made her nipples extremely hard.

Thankfully, Damon broke the tension, "Now, it's time for a bath. I don't like my pets getting dirty." He said, flashing her a smirk. "And as your Master, It's my job to make sure you're clean," Damon said, as he turned away from her and walked over towards the bath and turned on the taps.

"Umm. You aren't going to drown me, are you?" Elena stuttered, with a shake in her voice.

"Elena, don't be so silly. I'm not that mean. Am I?" He laughed. Elena watched his expression as it changed from his usual arrogant and pissed off 'Damon' to more of a friendly and light-hearted 'Damon'.

"Yes! You're dreadful!" She smiled. Damon almost choked, "Did I just see a smile? Oh my god. I didn't know you could smile." He smirked. They both exchanged looks, "You're very pretty, Elena." He said, admiring her features, her body, and her personality.

"Thank you." Elena murmured, her voice was soft and gentle.

"Thank you, what?" Damon demanded. His expression changed almost instantly and it was at that moment Elena knew he was in 'Master mode.'

She wanted to avoid any arguments so she instantly replied with, "Thank you, Master."

Damon dipped his finger into the bath in order to test the water, making sure that it wasn't too hot for her. He smiled, turned off the taps and picked Elena up and settled her into the tub. "Is that okay with you, princess?" He asked. Elena nodded, "Yes, Master." Even though she hated saying it she was finding it much easier to say. Mainly because she knew that deep down it was all just an act, she would never be Damon's slut, pet or slave. Ever.

Damon soaked the shower pouf sponge into the water and began to wash and scrub her arms with it. This made Elena scrunch her face in protest, "Please, I can wash myself. I don't need you to do it." She insisted, trying to pull away from Damon's sponge.

"No. That's my job." He smirked, laughter in his voice. "You're my property, Elena. Which means that it's my responsibility to keep you safe, clean and protected." Damon said. Elena almost scoffed at what he said.

"Property? Safe, clean and protected?" Huh, I need protection from you! She was so frustrated and angry that she had to bite her tongue so that she wouldn't say anything offensive.

She was suddenly broken out of her thoughts when Damon smacked her hands. "Arms down." He said, trying to push her arms away. Elena was completely unaware that she was even covering her boobs with her hands. She didn't want Damon touching her body let alone touching her boobs so she resisted and tightly wrapped her arms around her chest again. When she didn't obey he pinched her nipple, "Now, move your fucking arms or I will drag you out of this bath and throw you into the cell again." He snapped. "Naked." She gritted her teeth, moved her arms and squeezed her eyes shut.

"I really do love a challenge, Elena. But I'm getting sick and tired of you always disobeying me. And being the nice guy I am, I will tell you, if you keep defying me it will only get worse. I suggest you do as you're told." He winked, running his sponge down her perky boobs. "Besides, I can be a nice Master if you obey me. And you'll get your privacy back.." He hinted. This made Elena open her eyes, privacy?

"What else comes with 'Privacy'?" Elena asked.

"I will allow you to make certain choices. Providing that you always put me, your Master, first." He explained. "You'll be allowed to walk around my house freely, without me always breathing down your neck." He said while playing with her nipples. Elena almost hesitated but instead choose to submit. Just this once.

"Good girl." He said. "And if I see complete obedience and loyalty from you, I may let you see your family.."

Elena almost jumped with excitement, "Really? You'll really let me see my family?" She chirped, making Damon laugh.

"Don't get too excited. But, yes." He said.

Elena frowned. Now that she was thinking about her family, she really did miss them. She wanted nothing more than to go back to 'home', but she knew that would never happen. At least not yet...

"Are they okay? You didn't harm them, did you?" She stuttered. She has been wanting to ask that question for a while now but hesitated every time, almost nervous about what he might say.

"Yes, they're fine. I will not harm them unless you cause me a reason too. As long as you obey me, you and your family are safe." He justified, running the sponge down her stomach.

He continued to run the sponge up and down her stomach until he reached her pelvis. Elena immediately squeezed her legs tighter together, she really didn't want him touching her in her lady parts. He frowned, "Elena what did I just say?" He asked. Instead of trying to get her to spread her legs he ordered her to stand up. Of cause, he didn't wait for a response he just yanked her up and forced her to turn around so that her back was facing him. Elena squirmed as he ran the sponge over her cherry-red bottom, and with a laugh, he said, "Oh, dear. Your little bottom is still very red. Though, I do love my pets having a red glowing bottom." He snickered while dropping the sponge to massage her bottom again. Elena's hands instantly reached back to protect herself but it was rewarded with a sharp 'smack' to her wet bottom. She shrieked out in pain which made Damon giggle, "Are we still sore, pet?" He asked, pinching her bottom.

Damon jerked her out of the bathtub, "All clean." He smiled to himself, grabbing a towel from the washing basket. He wrapped the towel around her and dried her strenuously. He rubbed the towel on her face, chest, back, arms and legs before drying her pussy. She hesitated, "I can dry myself!" She snapped. Damon ignored her demand and pulled back his hand to slap her face. The sound of the slap echoed throughout the house. And just below her eye was a red welt what seemed to be a cut from Damon's chunky ring. She staggered backward and clutched her face as tears gushed down her red cheeks.

Damon dropped the towel and crossed his arms and glared down at her with a sadistic grin combined with disappointment on his handsome face.

She flinched as he reached and cupped her chin. He stared into her big brown eyes, just inches away from her face.

"I will break you, Elena."

Elena bit her quivering lip as he moved in closer, his lips brushing against her ear, she could feel his breath against her face as he whispered, "I will break you over and over until you submit yourself to me."

"All of you. Body, mind, and soul. You're mine." He murmured, as his hand slid up her body until he reached her throat, squeezing and choking. He wrenched her head back, neck exposed and thought about sinking his fangs deep into her neck, drinking her blood while she screams in agony. And then he would push her lifeless body to the ground where she would be lying limp, and he would watch her while the blood gushed out from the rip in her throat.

Damon was soon interrupted out of his thoughts when Elena howled out in distress. He was squeezing her neck too hard, he quickly let go and dragged her out of the bathroom.

Stop thinking about killing her! Damon mentally scolded himself as he restrained himself from ripping out her throat. Instead, he needed to teach her a lesson in respect, obedience, and honesty. Remembering what happened earlier when she tried to escape this and then the little bitch lied about it!

Damon slammed Elena onto the bed, picked up the bundle of rope and reached for Elena's wrists.

"Please... What did I do?" She sobbed as Damon bound her wrists to the bedpost. Though, surprisingly she didn't resist and instead gave in. She didn't have any energy to keep fighting him and the only thing that kept her going was that deep inside her mind she knew that she would never submit herself to Damon. And that every act of obedience, was just an act until she found a way out of this hell hole.

"Now, earlier this morning you tried to escape. And to make things worse, you lied to my face! And you think that this morning has been forgotten.." He said, rubbing and squeezing her nipples. "Well, my dear, you're sadly mistaken!" He shouted, with a hard 'smack' to her pussy.

She screamed out, tears streaming down her face. "Ahhh! I'm sorry! Master, please." She cried.

"Silence!" He shouted.

"Now, instead of me giving you one simple punishment such as a spanking. We're going to turn your punishment into a little game..." He laughed. Damon was clearly enjoying this and he smirked at her helpless and worried expression.

"A game that you will never forget..."

To be continued.