Hate, Sex, and Love Chapter 3
Bonnie's POV
My head was throbbing, my body was burning, and my insides felt like they were hit by a ton of bricks. Time blurred together, making it confusing to tell what day it was. I willed my eyes to open and I immediately regretted that action as pain exploded everywhere. I briefly forgot where I was or what happened to me when it came crashing back. I gritted my teeth in anger as HIS name kept on replaying itself in my head.
Damon, Damon, Damon.
I was so mad I could scream, break something, or find some way to blow up this hellhole. He really was the devil's child, or hell maybe the devil himself. I have never hated anybody so much in my entire life. Not even my mom who left my dad and I when I was three. No, that was nothing compared to this. I literally despised the man, and I would never EVER like him or love him. He has a great fucking fantasy that he's living in if he thinks he will ever win me over by abusing me and raping me. Screw him.
Slowly, I attempted to stand up when I felt a hand pushing down on my chest softly. I looked up into Damon's hard blue eyes, filled with….worry and concern? I did a double take, not believing that he was acting CONCERNED of all things. So imagine my surprise when he kissed me on the forehead gently, no trace of aggressiveness or possessiveness. I watch weakly as he bit into his wrist and put it to my mouth gently. "You need to drink Bonnie."
Ok, who was this person and what did he do with Damon? I stared at him quizzically, waiting for him to get angry, to slap me, to do anything. Nothing. He kept his wrist at the roof of my mouth, waiting for me to drink. I sighed, giving in. I would need my strength later if I wanted to have even a chance at escaping from this nightmare. I wish this was a nightmare. I would give anything to wake up under my blankets in my own bed and realize that this was some twisted, fucked up dream that lasted longer then all my other dreams. But reality settled in as soon as the first wave of pain shot through my body, reminding me that this wasn't anything like a dream, it was real.
All my aches and pains went away just like last time he forced his blood in me. Why was he doing this? Does he enjoy torturing me? I guessed a yes, since he would delight in doing that. I heaved a sigh as he crawled into bed next to me, pulling the blankets around us and massaging my cheek gently. I glared at him angrily. "Ok, what the fuck is going on here?"
Damon smiled as he looked at me innocently. Innocent my ass. "What do you mean Bonnie?"
"YOU KNOW WHAT I FUCKING MEAN!" I screamed in his face, punching him dead center in the face and pushing his hand away from my cheek roughly. "Stop playing these sick mind games with me Damon. I'm not in the mood."
"Now, is that any way to treat someone who has been good to you?" His smirk widened.
Who has been GOOD to me? Ok, Damon has officially lost it. "Are you serious? You have beaten me, raped me, and have I held hostage. Explain to me how that is supposed to be good for me!"
"Well, I'm keeping you away from people that you and I don't want to see." he replied, watching as my anger flared more.
"There are people that I don't want to see but what about my friends?" I was seething mad at this point.
"And….those are the people that I don't want to see." He smiled and winked at me.
"How much of an arrogant jerk do you have to be?" I exclaimed, getting up from the bed but stopped when I felt Damon's hand on me, gripping my arm in an unbreakable hold.
"Where do you think you're going?" His dark voice sent shivers up my spine.
"Away from you." My voice was strong and calm even though I was scared inside.
"You can only go if I say you can go." he growled low.
"Go fuck yourself Damon." I replied, yanking my arm away from his hold. In mere seconds my body was slammed into the wall with Damon's dark eyes baring down at me.
I summoned my courage and glared just as evilly, my heart telling me to not fight against him but my mind telling me otherwise. My body started to shake involuntary as his icy blues pierced through me, seeing straight into my soul. "You know better to defy me little witch."
"And what if I don't." I breathed out, my eyes never leaving the permanent glare they were locked in.
"Then you're gonna be very, very sorry." Chills shot through my veins at the emphasis on the word "sorry". I knew what this madman was capable of and I didn't like it one bit. He was better off dead,that would do the world some good.
"You think I'm afraid of you? You're so wrong about that. I'm not afraid of someone who inside is really a coward." Man Bonnie, you really have some guts don't you?
Damon stared at me for a moment before baring his dagger like fangs towards me. "You must be very brave and stupid to say that to me." Before I could say another word, he attacked my neck, ripping the skin open and piercing the arteries that resided there. I cried as he spilled my blood onto the wood, eyes red as rubies. My back slammed into the mattress and I could hear my clothes ripping from my body and my sensitive areas being touched. Blood coated the white sheets, spreading like wildfire as red life ebbed from me. "You really are stubborn aren't you?"
"That makes two of us." I gasped, feeling his hard on pressing against my wet opening. I could feel him sliding into me, my walls automatically clenching around him. God I hated him, I hated the pleasure that he brought me.
His lips curled into a wicked smile; he loved seeing me like this. "I can feel your resistance getting weaker and weaker. Your body has already given into me. Now it's only a matter of time before your mind does as well."
I glared at him, hating him and his sick remarks. "I wish you would just die."
Damon smirked before slamming into me. "Already have Bonnie."
I screamed his names to the heavens, feeling his cock hit my spot over and over. I gripped the bloodstained sheets in my hands, digging my nails into them as waves and waves of pleasure and pain hit me like a freight train. Hot tears cascaded down my face in waterfalls, hating how my body was enjoying this and trying to convince my mind to do the same. I was never going to submit to his sick games.
He continued to ride me, groaning out in pleasure. I could feel my release coming faster and faster as each wave of pleasure threatened to send me over the edge. He moaned loudly, shaking my hard core and causing me to release, tainting the sheets in our sinful act. I panted heavily against Damon's skin, feeling the dull ache of him being removed from my body. "You're mine Bonnie." I could feel his fingers brushing my hair gently, looking into my doe eyes. "Now I want you to say it."
"I'm-I'm yours." I breathed out, my voice laced with disgust at being forced to say something so atrocious.
Damon smirked as he got up, slipping on his pants and white muscle shirt. I stared at his muscles protruding from his shirt longer then I would have liked. I tried to look away but he caught me, flashing me an arrogant smirk. "Like what you see?"
"Ugh, get over yourself!" I exclaimed, hearing the faint growl of my stomach, reminding me that I haven't eaten ever since I was in that basement.
"I'll get over myself once you get over that stubborn little mind of yours." His smirk infuriated me to no end. "So what would you like to eat?"
My mouth almost fell open in shock. He had just violated me and now he was asking me what I wanted to eat? My stomach growled again, telling me to not argue and just to answer him. "I guess I'll have what you gave me before?"
He flashed me a grin. "So you really like my cooking huh? That's a start I guess. Soon you will love everything about me." He winked seductively at me before closing the door behind him. God he had the biggest ego I've ever seen.
I groaned, pacing back and forth. I quickly grabbed my clothes that were laying in a heap on the floor and put them on, hating feel so exposed. I never liked it to began with, and now I hate it even more being around Damon.
My eyes dirtied towards the door, hearing the clinking of pots and pans being moved around. The door suddenly creaked open, opening up half way. I stared in confusion at the empty entry way when I heard a creak in the floorboard. "Bonnie."
I jumped, putting my hand over my mouth as I tried not to scream in terror and joy. Jonas, Jonas was here. "Bonnie," he began softly, "I've been watching you and I've seen the terrible things Damon has done to you. I'm going to give you your powers back, but it's only temporary. I will have them back once you escape. Only when my son and I get Gretta back will I fully return your powers to you."
I nodded, seeming this deal was fair enough. I just wanted out of here. "Please, I need to get out of here!"
He nodded, and suddenly I felt a great power entering me. It washed over me like a wave, submerging me. I no longer felt helpless and weak. I felt strong, courageous, and ready to give Damon a taste of his own medicine. "Thank you Jonas." I smiled gratefully, feeling Jonas's presence start to vanish.
A small smirk spread across my face, now anxiously awaiting Damon's return. I could hear approaching footsteps and the smell of chicken and corn attacked my nose. I would eat first, escape later.
Damon appeared next to me, holding a tray of food. "Here you go witch." He set it down on the bed and waited for me to eat it. Quickly , I dig in. I ate as much as I could, savoring every bite. Once the food was gone, I looked up at Damon and smiled seductively. "Now it's time for dessert."
A dark grin spread across Damon's face as the tray of leftover food hit the wall with a clattering noise and he crawled up on the bed next to me, pinning my wrists to the bedpost. "Oh really? And what would you like?"
I smiled just as dark, seeing his eyes go wide and soon he was holding his head, screaming in pain. He glared up at me lividly through the pain in confusion and anger. I just smiled tauntingly. "Aw what's wrong Damon? Not so tough against a witch who has her powers back are you?"
His expression on his face looked absolutely frightful. I was afraid what he would do if he ever got his hands on me in this state. "I'm going to make you pay witch. Mark my words you'll think twice before ever pulling a stunt like this again!"
"That's what they all say." I giggled softly. I couldn't help myself. Pissing him off was so much fun. He looked adorable when rilled up. I slid up off the bed and walked towards the door, not letting up the spell for even a second. "It was nice knowing you Damon."
Damon howled in pain as his bloodshot eyes met mine in absolute hatred. "I will fuck you up so bad witch you won't be able to sit for a week!"
"We'll see about that." I replied hotly as I slammed the door and ran, ran for my life. I ran until I was outside, until I could feel the soft breeze blowing against my face. I never knew I would be so happy to be outside in the sunlight again.
Finally, I was free.
A/N: Yay Bonnie got free! Now I wonder what Damon is going to do to her? I hope you guys liked this chapter! How was it in Bonnie's POV? Please review!