Chapter 2

A/N: Wow, amazing response on the first chapter! Thank you guys so much! Enjoy the second chapter:)

Bonnie's eyes slowly fluttered open and she softly groaned in immense pain. Her entire body felt like she had just got hit by a train. But this had been worse, far much worse. She had been kidnapped, raped, violated, and now apparently belonged to Damon. Her eyes narrowed and her whole body started to tremble just at the thought of that psychopath's name.

She had known Damon was nothing but trouble the moment she'd laid eyes on him. The way he acted towards Elena, towards other women such as Caroline, towards people in general.

Bonnie shivered, thinking of all the horrible things Caroline had to endure. But somehow she knew this was much, much worse. She only hoped that she would find away out of here soon.

The unlocking of the metal door alerted Bonnie as she turned her head, eyes widening in fear as she desperately covered her naked body the best she could. The smell of sex lingered in the room, reminding Bonnie what happened last time he came in here. Quickly, Bonnie tried to find a place to hide even though she had mere seconds before Damon came in. Just as she started to move, the booming voice of Damon made her freeze. "I'd just thought I would bring you some food. Can't have you dying on me now can I?"

Bonnie's gaze averted up to his wicked sneer, giving him her best glare as she watched him carrying a tray of food. He set it down on the table where they had just been laying on moments ago. Bonnie gasped, watching as Damon threw her a silk nightgown. It was a pretty white color with short sleeves and looked to fit Bonnie's small frame perfectly. Bonnie just stared up at him in confusion, eyes burning with unshed tears. "Why are you doing this?"

Damon just stated at her, no emotion in his crystal eyes. His dark expression made Bonnie sick to her stomach. "Why wouldn't I do this to you? It's fun to pick on the weaker species."

Bonnie growled low in her throat. She couldn't believe she was trying to talk to a fucking psychopath. She just turned away from him, settling for glaring at the wall. "Just leave Damon."

Bonnie could particularly see him smirking. "And let you formulate an escape plan? Not likely."

Bonnie whirled around, anger running through her like wildfire. "What makes you think I can escape? I just want to be alone Damon! How hard is that to understand?"

Damon sighed, getting up and going towards the door. He turned around to see Bonnie in her white nightgown. A devilish smile spread across his face. "Don't get attached to that. I might accidentally rip it from that fragile body of yours."

Bonnie responded by glaring hotly at him, watching as the door slammed shut and once again she was left alone.

She groaned, dragging her sore and bruised body to the table and peeked at the food. Corn, chicken, mashed potatoes, and water. Slowly, she forced a forkful of mashed potatoes down, slightly shocked at how good it tasted. Soon, she finished off the whole tray, wondering if Damon had made that or if it was merely take out. She sighed, pressing her back up against the wall and putting her head in her hands. How was she gonna get out of here? Was Elena ok? Have they started looking for her? That and more questions ran through her head.

Bonnie slowly lifted her head up, looking around the basement she was in. Her heart leaped up in her chest when she saw a single strand of a vervain flower poking through a small crack in the floor. Bonnie reached out and grabbed it, plucking it up and holding it close to her. This was her only means of protection. This was her only chance of possibly getting out of here.

The sound of the door opening for the first time brought a smile to Bonnie's face. She watched as Damon came into the room, still dressed in his dark attire. "Good afternoon Damon." Bonnie purred seductively, watching as Damon's face went from smirking to shocked.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What are you up to witch?"

Bonnie just smiled innocently. "I'm not up to anything. I just realized how amazingly hot you are. I'm glad you kidnapped me. I had no idea what I was missing."

Bonnie gasped as she was slammed into a wall by a very angry Damon, fangs glistening. "You have two seconds to tell me what the fuck you are planning."

A smirk crossed Bonnie's face, noticing how she was within arms reach of the water that she spiked with vervain just moments ago. "Ok."

Quickly, she grabbed the water and threw it on Damon, watching as he started screaming and dropped to the floor, his skin sizzling. Wasting no time, Bonnie dashed for the door and slammed it behind her, bolting it shut and continued down the corridor and into the main hallway of the boarding house. Her eyes searched for the door, quickly finding it. Freedom was only a few steps away.

Bonnie ran towards the door but let out a startled scream as she was being slammed into a wall. She looked into the eyes of a very livid Damon. "You little bitch."

Bonnie gasped as Damon's fangs came into full view but he didn't bite her. He just watched her intensely before retracting his fangs. "Give me a good reason as to why I shouldn't kill you."

Bonnie glared back just as fiercely, not saying anything. Damon shook his head as he shoved Bonnie to the ground. "On your knees."

Bonnie watched in terror as Damon began walking a few steps ahead of her, turning back to her and glaring. "Crawl."

Reluctantly, Bonnie began to crawl and follow Damon into the living room. Instantly, he flashed infont of her and kicked her body into the wall. Bonnie cried out in pain as he grabbed her by the neck, staring into her eyes evilly. "You turn me on so much when you're scared."

Bonnie shuddered against his body, completely terrified of what he was going to do next. "Please don't."

Damon cocked his head slightly, giving her a quizzed look. "Do what?" He was clearly enjoying this.

Bonnie growled, swinging her hand back and slapping him hard across the face. "You know what you sick, disgusting psychopath."

Almost instantly, Damon had Bonnie's wrists glued to the wall, looking at her darkly. Soon, she was on the floor with Damon on top of her. Damon quickly took his shirt off while keeping Bonnie pinned underneath him. "God I need you inside of me so bad."

Bonnie shook underneath him, trying everything in her power to get him off. Damon growled, slapping Bonnie across the face. "What did I say about not moving?"

Bonnie whimpered slightly, watching as he took the nightgown off without ripping it. He smirked when Bonnie's wet thigh pressed up against him. He knew she wanted this, she just couldn't admit it to herself.

Bonnie cried more, feeling Damon rub her through her panties. She could feel her core growing hotter and hotter, wanting him more as he teased her. She suddenly cried out as Damon stuck a finger into her wet folds, sending chills of pleasure throughout her body. She clenched her walls around him, gasping as his finger moved around quickly. She could feel her orgasm coming. "Damn it Damon I hate you so much!"

Damon just smirked, letting his boxers fall to the floor. "It must be sad knowing that your body wants me but your mind is too stubborn to admit that."

Bonnie glared viscously, hating that he was right. Her body longed for him, bad. She couldn't stop the pleasure from running through her body. It set her insides on fire.

Bonnie watched Damon neared her opening and closed her eyes as she screamed in pain as he slammed into her wet walls, shaking her hot core. He didn't slow at the pace he was going at. He kept going faster, enjoying hearing Bonnie's cries of pain mixed with pleasure. He could feel her release was close. His eyes turned bloodshot red and sharp canine teeth bared themselves at Bonnie. She screamed in pure pain as he bit her thigh, causing blood to mix in with the semen. Her whole body shook as she came, spilling herself all over Damon. Damon let out a groan as he came seconds later, his eyes on Bonnie and her shaking form.

Bonnie sobbed heavily, hating the things he did to her. Before she knew what she was doing, she thrust her hips upward, urging him to continue. Damon smirked as he continued, turning Bonnie's cries of pain into ones of pleasure. "God Bonnie!" Damon exclaimed, feeling Bonnie's walls clench around his member. Bonnie threw her head back and groaned, feeling Damon hit her sensitive spot. She cried Damon's name over and over again as her body was met with explicable pleasure.

Damon breathed heavily against her, making her shiver. Bonnie moaned as Damon pulled out of her, her body shaking softly. Damon's dark gaze softened a little as he looked down at Bonnie, laying underneath him, looking so delicious and beautiful. Carefully, he scooped her up in his arms, walking up the stairs and to his room. He laid the unconscious Bonnie on his bed and covered her up with the blankets, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he watched her sleep. Oh yes, he was going to have a ton of fun with this little witch.

Bonnie groaned softly as she woke up, quickly realizing that she was laying in a bed. She bolted upright, looking around the room frantically. She was definitely not here before. She didn't remember coming in here, only thing she remembered was Damon giving her sinful pleasure that she enjoyed, not that she was ever going to admit that. "I guess I'll take a shower to atleast get myself cleaned up." Bonnie mumbled as she slowly got off the bed, wincing from all the pain shooting through her body like bullets. Stumbling for the door, Bonnie made it into the bathroom and shut it behind her, debating whether or not she should lock it or not. When has a locked door stopped a vampire? Bonnie shook her head and turned on the water, stepping into the spray and immediately feeling hot water cascade down her body. She sighed as she relaxed against the stream, letting the water sooth her and take her mind off of everything. "It feels so good to just be alone." But Bonnie knew she wasn't totally alone. She knew Damon was somewhere in this house, plotting his next course of action. Why me? Bonnie whined mentally. Why was Damon doing this to her? Didn't he have anything better to do then to torture her and make her life hell? Bonnie guessed not, since he really didn't have much of a life to begin with. He was only here because of Elena and his brother. He didn't care about anything else. So why was he wasting his time doing this to her? Did he enjoy the pain that he gave her?

Bonnie sighed against the heavy stream. Damon wasn't worth this much thought and headache. She shut off the tap and got out, wrapping the nearest towel around herself. "Wish I had a brush and some make up." Bonnie looked into the mirror, seeing the after math of Damon's handy work. Her neck had bite marks on both sides and her arms were a blue and purplish color. She ran her fingers lightly along the bruises, wincing slightly everytime she touched a tender one. "Damn that monster to the deepest pits of hell."

"But I've already been to the deepest pits of hell."

Bonnie screamed as she turned around and saw Damon standing at the doorway, lips curled into a smirk and his eyes dancing with mischief. His black jacket was draped around his shoulders and his white muscle shirt showed every inch of his well structured body. Bonnie glared, pulling the towel around her tighter. "Haven't you ever heard of privacy?"

"And haven't you ever heard of ' I don't give a shit about privacy?'" Damon sneered as he advanced towards Bonnie, ripping the towel from her hands and discarding it to the floor.

Bonnie just glared. "What the hell do you want?"

"What I always want." Damon replied nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders. "You."

Bonnie felt the wind rush from her lungs as Damon grabbed her and in seconds they were at the bed. He ran his fingers through Bonnie's wet, messy hair, tucking a strand behind Bonnie's ear. His breath created goosebumps on Bonnie's skin as he softly began to plant kisses all over her. Bonnie weakly tried to fight him off but he just continued, not even noticing her struggle. He groaned as his hands explored her body, smirking in delight as they massaged her breasts roughly. Bonnie suppressed a moaned, not wanting to give in so easily. She quickly closed her legs together, glaring at Damon with burning embers in her eyes. Damon growled low in his throat. "Open your legs."

"Go to hell." Bonnie retorted aggressively.

"Bonnie I swear if you don't open your legs I'll break them. Now open your fucking legs." Without warning, Damon grabbed Bonnie's legs and forced them open, causing Bonnie to scream in pain. "Maybe next time you'll listen."

"I hope Stefan finds out about this and kills you!" Bonnie yelled, face beet red with tears of anger rolling down her face.

Damon let a coy smile cross his face. "Too bad he's out of town and won't be back for a couple of weeks."

Bonnie's eyes widened but that didn't stop her from glaring at him. "You monster. You had this planned from the very beginning didn't you?"

"You catch on fast don't you little bird?" Damon snickered under his breath.

Bonnie glowered, her eyes narrowing. "Don't EVER call me that you sick freak!"

In mere seconds Damon's face was inches from Bonnie's, his expression frightening. "I can do whatever I want with you. You're mine Bonnie. You belong to me and no one else."

Bonnie scoffed. "I don't belong to anyone. You're stupid to think I would ever belong to you."

"That's where you're wrong Bennett. You see, I can be very persuasive when I want to be. I always get what I want."

"Well you're not getting me." Bonnie growled out, wishing more then anything she could escape.

Damon just laughed to himself. "Foolish girl." Bonnie cried out as he jammed his fingers on her wet folds, hitting her sensitive spot again and again using inhuman speed. Bonnie screamed, gripping the bedsheets so hard her knuckles were white. Hot tears ran down her face at how much it was obvious that he was giving her pleasure. He'll never let her live this down.

Damon quickly took off his clothes and smiled at Bonnie's shaking form. "You love it when I fuck you. Admit it Bennett."

"I hate you." Bonnie choked out between tears.

Damon's expression when from amused to angry in just a couple of seconds. He glared angrily at the defiant witch. "We'll see about that." He plunged his hardened manhood into Bonnie, causing her to scream at the sudden invasion.

"I hate you I hate you I FUCKING HATE YOU!" Bonnie screamed as sneer pleasure ran through her body and lit her organs on fire.

Damon just smirked, his dark expression never fading. "Haven't I told you that I don't care? I'll make you love me."

"I'd rather die then EVER love you!" Bonnie spat lividly in his face, her tears splattering onto the bloodstained sheets.

Damon just stared at her, no emotion showing in his eyes. "Then I guess I have to keep proving you wrong, little vitch. You'll be mine soon enough."

Bonnie sobbed loudly as Damon pulled out of her, getting up and going to the dresser. He pulled out some sweat pants and a black t shirt. Looking back at Bonnie, he tossed her the white nightgown. "Put that on." His voice was filled with authority.

Bonnie continued to glare at him through her tears as she put the nightgown on, hating that arrogant jerk more and more with each passing second. Suddenly the room began to spin and Bonnie gasped, holding onto the bed to support herself as she attempted to stand. "D-Damon." The words left her mouth in a hushed whisper before she collapsed to the floor with a snickering thud.

A/N: Wow, Bonnie sure has her word cut out for her! I wonder if she'll ever be able to escape or will she fall for Damon? Only way to find out is to review;) Thanks for reading!