Klaus cleaned himself up and went to work. She was lucky she hadn't gotten blood on his suit. When he arrived at work, just barely getting there on time, he went into the restroom. He locked himself in a stahl and took a deep breath before putting his hands around his nose and cracking it back into place. His breath hitched, he wanted to yell but he didn't. He calmed himself down and washed his hands before walking out. He went into his office and tried to get all of his work done quickly. He found himself rather distracted with the idea of going home to a fiesty, tied up Caroline Forbes. He'd have all weekend to do whatever he wished to her. There was nothing she could do about it and he loved the rush of dominance that gave him. He had to peel himself away from his thoughts to get his work done. After finally locking her in the back of his mind, he worked all day and through lunch. He accepted no calls and no visits the entire day. Finally 6 p.m. came and he was leaving. Being the C.E.O of a company was never easy. He took pride in all the things he did though, so after assuring all his work was done properly, he got his things and left the office. He hurried home, knowing there was a little blonde waiting to be tortured.
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After he left, Caroline sat silently, enjoying herself for a while. After a few hours though, she was over her small victory. She began feeling pain in her back, a terrible ache. There were no words to explain to the extent her anger went. How could he leave her down here, tied in this damn chair all day? She wanted nothing more than to go home and have a nice bubble bath. She closed her eyes and pictured herself at home. The image made her cry. She was thankful that Klaus had left. There was no possibility that he'd walk in on her crying about being homesick. There was no way she could give him that satisfaction. Losing herself in her tears in thoughts of home, she was sure an hour or two had passed. She wondered when Klaus would be back, hopefully he'd have food if he returned. Her stomach had been growling since noon. She tried to distract herself by thinking of anything but food. She tried to begin thinking of ways to get herself out of this mess. She hadn't bothered rubbing the ropes or breaking the chair. That would only tire her out. She needed all of her strength for when he gave her a real chance at escaping. Those thoughts had brought a perfect plan into her head. She would be cold, emotionless but she wouldn't fight him nor would she struggle. She wouldn't cry, she would just be a rock. She was sure if she acted as such he would begin to soon slip up and give her a chance to run. If he thought she was done fighting, he wouldn't try as hard to keep her locked down. Then again, if she stopped fighting he may kill her. She wasn't sure if the odds were good enough to gamble with until she thought of her little sister. Alone, worried and probably an emotional mess right now. She knew what she had to do. Escape at all costs. The odds may not have been great, but she had a plan and she was going to use it. she just needed to control herself and make sure she wouldn't break her facade. For her sister and her mother. She suddenly wondered if her face had made it to the news. Girls disappeared all the time on her side of town. Only a few had made it to the news. She had guessed that the public didn't care if you came from trash. They only wanted people to look for you if you had money. The thought sickened her. She tried to keep her mind off of those thoughts, also.

Klaus was home in about twenty minutes. He pulled up to his gate, typed in the code and drove in as it opened. He rolled up to his garage, put in another code and parked his car before heading inside and turning his alarm system on. He went upstairs and changed out of his buisness attire and into some pale blue jeans with a black teeshirt. He put on his steel toe boots, having learned from past mistakes, and headed downstairs to see his blonde beauty. All the tools he needed were already down there, awaiting his touch and a new victim's touch. As he walked down the stairs he watched for any signs that she had gotten free, also something he had learned from past mistakes. Seeing her tied up, just as he left her, an evil smile crossed his face. Her eyes were shut, but he knew she was awake. "I know you heard me come down, Love." He said in a sadistic tone. Her eyes slowly opened, a look of annoyance coming across her face as she looked at him. He studied her face before once again speaking. "That wasn't very ncie what you did to me before I went to work. Had I allowed anyone to visit me, I would have had a problem explaining, Sweetheart. I think you owe me an apology." After a snort as a response from Caroline, he stood up and walked over to a locked supplies cabinet. He pulled out some chloroform, an unused napkin, and his tool kit. He sat it on to a small table sitting next to a hospital bed. He poured some chloroform on the napkin and rubbed in it a bit. Slowly coming up behind her, he covered her mouth and nose with the napkin. For a minute or so, she struggled and tried to free herself but she was no match for his stength especially while tied up. He held her face tightly until she went limp. He untied her and lifted her small body with ease. Grabbing one hand at a time, he put her hands behind the hospital bed and cuffed them together. He cut her shirt open before tying each leg to a side of the bottom of the bed. He unrolled his tool kit and was ready to begin. He was anxious for her to wake up. He debating waiting to see her blue eyes and just beginning.

The last thing Caroline remembered was breathing in the scent of chloroform before the blackness took her over. She looked around, her vision still blurry, she could still tell that there were new surrondings. Her back was also not hurting as much. She felt a thin but comforting matress or something underneath her. Maybe she was at the hospital being healed. That's what she was laying on! It was a hospital bed. The realization relieved her until her full vision came back. Just as her vision came back, she saw Klaus circling her. Disappointment flodded through her body as she realized she was not in the hospital nor had she escaped him. She stared into his eyes, her own eyes like daggers. "Just what in the hell is going on? Where am I now?" She bursted out before she remembered her plan. She cursed herself in her mind as she awaited an answer. He simply rubbed a hand over head and laughed. "Oh, Sweetheart. You've just entered your worst nightmare. I've grown so excited waiting for you to wake up." He removed his hand from her head and rubbed it down her neck to her chest and down her stomach. She wanted to kick his ass. Before she could calm herself down anger took over and she began throwing herself around. She arched herself, pulled at her restraints and tried to get free. She screamed until she was horse and fought her restraints until she was too weak to hardly move. Klaus looked at her, his eyes seeming to get darker. "You just made my job so much easier." He gave her the most sadistic smile she'd ever seen before he went to a little kit and pulled out a long metal stick, gloves and a lighter. He put on the gloves slowly and began to burn one end of the metal. Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes as soon as she saw him coming closer to her exposed stomach. She smelled the burned skin before she actually felt it. Her jaw clenched, she felt a scream burn her throat and hiss out through her teeth. She opened her eyes and saw him looking down at whatever he had done, smiling. "I tend to like to mark my women, Love." He actually had the nerve to wink at her after that. She leaned her head back and once again closed her eyes. She began breathing slowly. She felt her leg restraints being removed. She laid still, hoping he just might also let her arms go.

Klaus knew she was much too tired to fight and there was no way she could run. Every door had a bolt only opened with a key and his walls had been made soundproof after he had almost gotten caught. He undid her hand cuffs and watched her. She tried to push herself up but was weak from struggling and being burned. He helped her up and picked her up in his arms. She tried to punch at him many times, but it was like being hit by a child. "I know you're hungry, Love. I plan to let you stay upstairs tonight. We're going to eat, bathe and then we're off to bed." He smiled, having down this with many of his other women, it was always such a joy. They'd wake up, think he was sleeping, try to run and not be able to get out of the door. He had a feeling Caroline would be his favorite playmate yet. As he carried her to the table, he felt a hard bite on his shoulder. He nearly dropped her, surprised by the intensity. He sat her down on a table chair and grabbed his shoulder. His face suddenly turned red and angry. "You. I will attend to you in a moment." He went back to the cellar door and bolted it shut. He stomped back over to her and backhanded her a little harder than intended. "I strongly suggest that you not do that again." He said in a stern tone. As Caroline looked up at him, carefully touching the area he had just hit her, he felt a pinch of regret. This was not how this normally went. Frustrated, he took out something from the fridge, heated it up and gave it to her. "Eat. I will be back momentarily." After a moment, he disappeared from her site. He headed upstairs and ripped off his shirt. There was a clear and slightly bloody bite mark. He stormed into his restroom and poured some rubbing alcohol on it. Just as he was finishing cleaning his wound, he heard pounding downstairs. He shook his head. This brought his mood back up. He slowly decended the steps and came up behind Caroline, beating on a window. He grabbed her from her waist and pinned her to the floor. He straddeled her and got close to her face. "You will not be going anywhere. No one can nor will they save you. You might as well enjoy the time you have left." He got up and pulled her up with him. "We're skipping dinner and going to bathe." He hissed.

After fighting, being tortured, being slapped and trying to escape; Caroline could hardly walk. She didn't argue with Klaus she just gave him a blank stare as he carried her in his arms. As soon as he put her down in the bathroom she tried undressing and brely got the shirt off. She was so exhausted, her eyeslids were heavy and she felt pain everywhere. She looked down at where he marked for the first time. She couldn't believe he had branded the first letter of his name of her. If she wasn't so tired, she would have been furious. She would have given him hell. She felt her eyeslids close, her thoughts stopping for just a moment. Right before she could reach the beauty of unconciousness, she felt her clothes being removed. Her eyes opened quickly and she looked around to see her naked body and Klaus' bare chest. She began shaking her head. "No, no, no, no." She whimpered. He had clearly ignored her, sitting her in the water that barely covered her breasts. He rubbed together soap in a wash cloth and he began washing her arms, to her arm pits, to her sides and stomach. He scrubbed away the dirst from her feet, legs, thighs and everywhere else before washing her hair. She didn't watch but she could only feel his hands in her most intimate places. She waited for him to violate her but he never did. He lifted her out of the water, dried her and laid her in a bed. It was the most luxurious bed she'd ever laid in. She found herself asleep in just moments.

As soon as she was dried, he laid her in his bed. He watched her fall asleep quickly. His mind was wild with questions for himself. Why had he regretted hitting her as soon as she looked up at him? Why had he just bathed a woman and laid her in his bed and expect nothing in return? His mind was a blur as he got lost in these questions, trying to figure it all out. Her screams brought him out of his thoughts. "Daddy, no, please." Her horse throat still managed to project very loudly. "Daddy, please." Klaus wondered what she was dreaming of. "Daddy, I promise I am a good girl." Tears began to trickle down her face. His heart reached out to her. She was pained, tormented and just like him. Her father had done something terribly to her, just like his own father had done to him. He had planned to put his torture on hold. He needed to know what haunted her mind. He wasn't sure why he felt the way he did, but in order to figure it out; he needed to follow the feeling. He lightly rubbed the dark spot on her delicate pale cheek where he had slapped her. He laid down and breathed in her smell just before unconciousness took him over.