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-Anneryn

I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS (but a girl can dream, can't she?).

Chapter 13:

I rolled over onto my side. I tried to roll over onto my stomach, but found it impossible. What's holding me to the bed? Wait… a bed? When did I get here? The last thing I remember… I was at Mystique with Damon, and the group. We were dancing… and trading partners. Kiren told me she was a seer. And… DAMN IT! My eyes shot open. I can't see a thing. It's so bright in here. I blinked my eyes furiously. My eyes finally started to adjust. I sat up, and looked around me.

The bed I'm in is massive, and ridiculously comfortable. If I knew where I was, and that I was safe, I might not want to leave. The comforter is white, and lush. Everything on the bed is white; my skin stands out against it, in contrast. I looked at my wrist. I'm chained to the bed. I don't know why I didn't feel it before. It doesn't hurt my wrist. The room is pretty bare.

There are black curtains, but they are drawn back. I don't see a bathroom. There's a black leather armchair pushed against the wall. My clothes from last night and my shoes are on the chair. Wait… if my clothes are there, what am I wearing? I looked down at myself hesitantly. I pushed my covers off. I'm wearing a white nightgown. It's different from the ones that I've gotten from Damon. It's soft. I'm not sure what material it's made from. It's not silk. It's long, and reaches past my ankles. It has spaghetti straps, and the neckline is relatively low.

There is a beaded ribbon just below my chest. Only a bit of cleavage is visible. There is a slit that travels from the bottom of the gown, to the ribbon below my chest. I'm wearing a pair of white lace panties, with a pair of white silk shorts over them. I exhaled. I don't remember changing. I don't remember coming here. I ran my fingers through my hair, and stopped. Something on my hand caught my attention. My nails are painted. They are a bloody crimson color. I don't remember any of this. Merrick, he must have done this. He can't hold me prisoner. I won't be his slave.

I closed my eyes. When I opened them, one of the curtains caught on fire. I can't bring myself to care. The door to the room unlocked, and someone barged in.

"Play nicely, Bonita." Merrick said quietly. I growled at him. He smiled. He walked over to the bed, and put his hand on my thigh. I cringed, and tried to move away. "Put it out." He said as he reached his hand underneath my shorts.

I glared at him, but extinguished the fire. The curtains are undamaged. I didn't know that I had the power to reverse the damage that I create with the fire. The smell of smoke still lingers in the air. He hasn't moved his hand.

"Don't touch me." I growled. He chuckled, but moved his hand away from me.

"Sweet Bonita, don't you remember last night?" He asked. I shivered. Last night… I can't remember anything past, when he had me pinned outside of the club. He knows that; he's taunting me.

"Why don't you tell me what happened last night?" I asked, still thoroughly irritated.

He smiled at me. He lay down on the bed, next to me. I tried to roll over to the far side of the bed, but the chain prevented it. I let out a sigh of frustration. He snaked his arm around my waist, and turned me to face him. I looked at him, for the first time. He isn't wearing a shirt. He's lying on his back, pinning me to his side effortlessly. My eyes travel his top half involuntarily. If he wasn't evil, he would be perfect. His olive skin is flawless. His muscles are definitely defined, but not too much so. He has a tattoo. They are black Chinese characters that I cannot read. They start on the right side of his stomach, and travel south. They are just to the right of his amazing abs.

I've seen them once before, I'm my dream. His light brown eyes are watching my every move, daring me to see him. His eyes are so light, they are barely brown. They have a black outline around them. It doesn't look like he's shaved this morning. Is it morning? Does his hair even grow? Or does he just like to rock the stubble look? He pulls it off. I just have so many questions, and none of that I'm willing to ask. If I admit that I am curious about him, will it make things better, or worse?

It would mean that I have thoughts about him. But, for someone like Merrick, would it only fuel his… I'm not even sure what he is feeling. Or really, what he wants with me. He has a strong jaw line, but it isn't grotesque. Without warning, he flipped himself on top of me, and slid me underneath him. His eyes are burning into mine. His lips look strong, but soft. Nothing about him looks weak, or like it needs improvement.

"Talk to me, Bonita. Sooner or later you're going to itch for the conversation. You are going to be here for a long time." He whispered, bringing his face closer to mine.

"Unchain me, and maybe we can talk." I told him, fighting to keep my voice even and steady. He smiled. He moved his hand, and the chain broke, and fell to the floor. I tried to sit up, but he pinned me down.

"It's off; let's talk." He said. I sighed. He'd done as I asked.

"I said, 'maybe'. Let me sit up, and we will talk." I tried to bargain.

"I'll let you sit up, but don't try to run. We aren't the only ones here. You wouldn't want to ruin my generous hospitality, would you?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. He gave me an unexpected smile.

He moved back, so he is sitting on his knees in front of me. I sat up slowly. He took my hand, and helped me sit up. Brushing off his hand would have been pointless. I'm going to have to choose my fights carefully. I'm outnumbered in every way here. I'm not sure what I should do. Should I fight everything? Or should I play along to some extent?

He let go of my hand. I wasn't expecting him to. I'm glad he did. He's sitting between my legs. I can't close them. It's an awkward position to be caught in. He smirked at me.

"Having troubles, Bonita?" He asked, clearly amused. I glared at him, unable to stop myself. He moved his legs to either side of me, causing me to fall in between his legs. He scooted back, and pulled my legs into his lap. He began massaging my feet. "What do you want to ask me?" Merrick asked quietly. I looked up at him. I bit my lip hesitantly. "I'll tell you what happened last night, but only after you ask me your questions." He reasoned. I nodded.

"Why did you kill my mother?" I asked him. He flinched, and rubbed my foot harder, making my moan in pain. His eyes flashed. He doesn't look like he can decide whether it was in pain or pleasure.

"Lena… she was… never meant to die. She was magnificent. I thought she was the one that I had been waiting for. I was wrong. Once I met with her, I realized that something wasn't right. When I met her, she had already given birth to you. You were so young, 12 maybe. You were stunning. Even then, you were beautiful. Even though you weren't aware of your powers, it was apparent. You had an aura about you. It was everything it was said to be. You were the one he warned me about." He explained.

I don't remember meeting him. Something about Merrick had seemed do familiar. It had been raining. Grams took me to pick up Mom. We went to pick her up from the doctor's office. She was talking with a man. He gave me a strange smile. I wasn't sure whether to smile back. Carlisle came out, and carried me to the car as fast as he could. No one told me the reasons behind it, or spoke of that day.

"It was you." I whispered. He smiled. "What did you mean by, 'he'?" I asked. His smile widened.

"You picked up on that, huh?" He asked. I didn't say anything. "A powerful seer that I knew long ago, his name is unimportant." He said. Why is his name unimportant? I don't want to press my luck, by digging too much.

"She didn't deserve to die." I told him softly. I tried to pull my leg from his grip gingerly. He held on, and started working on my calf, much to my discomfort. He moved forward, so he could tilt my chin, moving my face towards his.

"Death isn't always a bad thing, Bonita. She wouldn't accept your fate. She died… because she thought that her death would prevent yours." He said quietly. I flinched. How can he say these things so easily? "She should have known that I would never kill you. I've been waiting for you long before her time. If you were gone, I'd still be waiting long after yours." He added.

"How can someone who claims to believe so strongly about love, be so cruel?" I asked him. He gave me a slight smile.

"I didn't love her, only her offspring." He answered. I didn't say anything further. He shook his head. "How do you expect us to have a conversation, if you let those questions of your eat at you, from the inside out?" He asked.

"I don't." I told him.

"You want to know what happened last night. Don't you?" He tried again. I sighed. This is getting old. I growled out of annoyance.

"Fine, if you really want to know what I'm thinking…" I said feeling defeated. His eyes twinkled in victory.

"Oh, but I do, Bonita." He said full of confidence.

"Do you know what you are asking? You aren't going to like what you hear." I told him, hoping to sway him. He moved my legs to either side of him, and pulled me forward. He thrust me onto his lap. I'm straddling him. I locked my jaw and glared at him. He moved a hand behind me, holding me to him. His hand dipped lower, slightly grazing my butt. He kept his hand there, his other hand fondling my thigh.

"Whatever you say, whatever you ask, I won't hold it against you. You'd be doing what I asked of you. I'll be responsible for the consequences, and my feelings after your words." He assured me.

"And how are you at accepting consequences, and handling responsibility?" I challenged. He gave me a small smile, and rocked himself against me, causing me to jump in surprise.

"Just do as I ask, Bonita. Do as I ask, or things will get a lot harder." He said. I know what he means; he doesn't have to say it. I will never give myself to him, or let him take me. What scares me is that I know that I wouldn't be able to stop him. He won't have to force himself on me, if he can control my body. "Tighten your grip around me, with your legs." He whispered in my ear. I tightened my legs. I can't believe I'm doing this. I hope I can live with myself when this is all over. "Now start talking." He commanded.

"You didn't have to kill her. You didn't have to threaten Grams. You did something to her. How could you think that I could ever feel anything for you? All you've done is taken things from me by force. You don't want me. You can't want me. You don't know me. You don't know anything about me, apart from the obvious. You took me, because you know all of that. You just refuse to accept it. You said that my mother couldn't accept my fate, and that is the reason she died. If that is true, then you should join her in death. You refuse to accept my fate. You shouldn't still be breathing." I told him. His breath is coming harder and faster now. He doesn't look angry.

"I underestimated you. We disagree on what your fate is. I didn't care if your Mother died, as long as I had you. I should've considered your feelings in the matter. If I had realized that my rash decision would bring you to hate me later, I might have spared her life." He admitted. This doesn't change things, or make anything better.

"You still did it. You can't take it back." I snarled. He pinched my thigh. I winced.

"Play nice, Bonita." He nuzzled my neck. My body stiffened. His teeth raked my neck roughly. I gasped.

"I'm not going to be manhandled!" I yelled at him. He chuckled menacingly against my neck.

"Then finish asking your questions." He said. I closed my eyes and visualized Merrick's entire body being covered in electricity. I pictured his being electrocuted relentlessly - lightning shooting at him from every angle and him begging for mercy. Merrick started shaking and threw me away from him. I hit the bed frame, ricocheted and slammed into a mirror on one of the walls, to the side of the bed. I looked up at Merrick. He's writhing in pain. I'm not sure if he's in pain, but his face looks like it's contorted in agony.

I stood up, and felt some glass sliding into my hands. I started walking over to the bed, and noticed small pieces of glass stuck in my legs. I put my hand on Merrick's shoulder, softly. I started to fly backwards. I stopped myself, fighting whatever is pushing me. I'm not sure how I stopped it. I put both hands on him, and took the electricity away. He growled at me. "Did you find that amusing?" He panted. I looked at him.

"I told you not to manhandle me. You hurt me, and I'll hurt you." I told him. He chuckled. He sat up and grabbed me with surprising speed.

He looked at me, now free from pain. He slid off of the bed, and stood up, still holding me. He hurled me at the broken mirror with all of his strength. My eyes never closed, but I can't see anything. I'm blinded with pain. If he doesn't want to kill me, he surely doesn't care about causing me pain. He lifted me up by my hair. I grunted in pain. If he wasn't holding me up, I would come crashing down. My legs won't support me.

"Does that hurt Bonita? Your pain doesn't amuse me. You need to know that if you hurt me, it isn't a wise decision. Would you like the pain to stop?" He asked. I didn't answer him. I coughed and spit out some blood.

"You deserve every ounce of pain that you got." I said weakly. I don't care if it isn't the wisest thing to say. I can't bring myself to care. He tossed me onto the bed, taking a few strands of my hair with him. I looked over to him. He looked like he was concentrating on something else. A man walked into the room. Merrick smiled at him. The man waved his hand, and the mirror repaired itself. The glass fragments that were imbedded in me flew back into place. I bit my lip, but couldn't muffle my cry of pain.

The man has brown hair and hazel eyes. Everything is fuzzy, but he's clear. His eyes have a light brown ring around his pupils that bleed into grey and green. There are a few specks of blue sprinkled in the green. He has intense eyes, but they are kind. I can't tell why he is here with Merrick. His brown hair falls over his eyebrows, and just into his eyes. He has slight stubble, like Merrick. His lips can't be described in any other way besides: kissable. He's tall, 6'1" maybe.

"Thank you Jayson, now her." Merrick commanded in a gentle voice. Jayson walked over to me, and ran his hands over my legs. His hands are warm. My legs don't hurt anymore. He repeated the process with my arms. He bent down, and put his mouth to my ear.

"I need to heal your back. I'm going to have to turn you over, and slide my hands under your nightgown, unless you wish me to remove it." He whispered. I nodded. He flipped me onto my back, and slid his hands up my gown gingerly. When it was done, he turned me over. He turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand. He turned to back to face me. He bent back over me, and leaned down. His eyes peered into mine.

'Please, don't leave me with him.' I pleaded by sending my thoughts to him. His face gave no sign that he got my message.

'I'm sorry. I can't do anything, not now. I don't have enough power to overthrow him. I wish that I could. I'll try to prevent him from harming you as much as I can.' He promised, sending me his thoughts. I sent him a picture of my Grams and the Salvatore brothers.

'They don't know where I am, tell them I'm alright.' I asked.

'I'll try, but, they might take the news better from you. Try to send your thoughts.' He suggested.

'Where am I?' I asked him.

'About 50 miles from Mystic Falls, I wish I could tell you more. I must go, or he'll get suspicious. Stay strong.' He apologized. He let go of my hand.

"Thank you for healing me." I said loud enough for Merrick to hear. He needed to think that I had a legitimate excuse for pulling Jayson back towards me. Jayson left. Merrick sat beside me on the bed.

"I'll try to treat you better. But, never forget that I have the power." Merrick whispered. He brought his lips to mine, before I could twist away. I tried to wiggle away, but he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them over my head. He put both of my wrists in one hand and squeezed my side with his free hand. I gasped in pain. He shoved his tongue into my mouth. I gagged. He chuckled, causing my mouth to vibrate.

I tried not to think about what was happening. I pictured Damon. I miss everything about him. I miss his touch, his voice. God, I even miss his smell. I would give anything to see his perfect blue eyes. If ever God created a perfect creature, it would be Damon. Merrick brushed a thumb over one of my nipples. I felt tears threatening to fall. I pictured Damon holding me. The first time he told me that he loved me. I remember the night that we made love. He pulled back.

"You don't want this now, but you will." He said, soundly extremely arrogant. He let go of my wrists. I wiped my mouth with the side of my hand. I got off the bed, and sat in the chair that held my clothes. He turned to face me. He's lying on his stomach. He reached his hands toward me and smiled invitingly. I shook my head.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, grateful that I refrained from throwing up whatever contents I'm holding in my stomach.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm doing this, because I want you. If I can't have you willingly, then I'll just have to break you. Sooner or later, you'll be willing. They all are." He said. I swallowed the bile building up in the back of my throat.

"Who's Jayson?" I asked him. He smirked.

"Jayson, he's my son." He said. I felt my jaw drop.

"You have another one?" I asked him in disbelief. He nodded proudly.

"He isn't my first choice. He never lived up to my expectations, not like Takehiro. They had different mothers. Jayson's was a witch. He's always had a kinder heart than most. Takehiro… he was a son that a father could be proud of. Jayson, he's just a disappointment. But, he still has his uses." Merrick explained. I shook my head.

"Takehiro was a monster. I can understand why you favored him. Jayson he seems…" I argued. Merrick continued to smirk.

"He's softer. He should have been born a daughter. After all, he is a pussy." He said coldly. I looked at him in shock.

"How can you speak about your son that way?!" I demanded. His eyes grew livid, and his smirk became dangerous.

"Because I can do anything I wish. If anyone dares to harm him, I will end their life. It doesn't change the fact that my son wasted so much potential." He said. I glared at him. "I like you angry. Such a shame, I've never seen you happy." He observed.

"It isn't likely to happen while you're around." I growled. He looked at my haughtily.

"I wouldn't be so sure." He said. He got up, and brought me back to the bed with him. He positioned himself on top of me, yet again. "Show me." He demanded.

"Show you what?" I asked in a voice that was barely audible.

"Show me how my son died." His voice is dangerously low. I closed my eyes. "Show me the attack." He commanded. He touched his forehead to mine.

I remembered everything that happened: the vision from Emily, then sitting by the tree for support. I remembered being carried off, and lighting the first vampire on fire. I pictured the vampire and the mystery man that I now know was Takehiro, all over me. I cringed, remembering. I remembered the pain, and desperation I felt. I remembered how the second vampire died. I remembered calling for Damon. Finally, I remember Damon ending it. He removed Takehiro's head from his body. I remember the look in Damon's eyes when he found me. I came back to reality slowly. Merrick's eyes are hard.

"I underestimated you. It seems to be a growing habit of mine." He growled. I can't tell what he's going to do. "That was the final test you know? To make sure that you were really the one that I've been waiting for. They were never meant to kill you. I admit my son got carried away." He said, looking at my body hungrily. It's getting harder and harder to fight the urge to vomit. He looked back into my eyes. "I'm going to show you something. I'm going to show you what you're missing, but not in the way that you think." He waved his hand, and both of my wrists became chained to the bed. I tried to break free, moving wildly with panic. "Relax; I don't have to touch you to do this." He said calmly. It doesn't make me feel any better, though. "This is more of watching, that feeling. I would watch closely if I were you. If you don't pay attention, I'll make it impossible for you to look away." He added as an afterthought. I lay still, on the far left side of the bed. "Enter," he called to the door.

A woman entered. She shut and locked the door behind her. She's wearing a white toga. She has long, light brown hair. She has pale, white skin. She has washed out looking green eyes. Her lips are pink, and she's startlingly beautiful. She's thin, with slight curves. He turned his attention to her. She walked over to me, and crawled on the bed. She crawled carefully over me, and straddled Merrick.

"She is a pretty one." She commented. Something about what she said upset Merrick.

"She is stunning, never forget that. Pay close attention, Bonita." He corrected. She turned and smiled at me. He reached behind her, and the top of her toga fell down. She isn't wearing a bra. I closed my eyes and tried to look away.

I felt my eyes being pried open. No one is touching me. Merrick is controlling my body again. He warned me that he would. She continued to look over at me. I wish she wouldn't. Merrick mirrored her gaze. He stared at me, even as he took one of her nipples and twisted it in between his fingertips. She moaned. Her hand moved to his pants, and unzipped them. She repositioned herself, and slid on top of him, once more. He moved so that her back is towards me, and I can see only his face. His stare is unyielding.

He nibbled on her neck, and her back arched. She isn't at all bothered by the fact that I am right here. Merrick raised his hips off of the bed, just slightly, and plowed into her. She let out a moan of surprise, and pleasure. His eyes seem to glaze over, but he never moves them from me. I can feel myself shaking. I know that he isn't physically doing anything to me. But him watching me, as he's doing this to her, I feel so naked. I can't explain it.

She sucked on his ear, and clutched his back. She did something that I could see. His eyelids drooped for a split second.

"Bonita," he moaned. I tried to look away, but I couldn't move my head. Her cries filled the room. She started to twitch. She's going to finish. He lifted her from him, before she was able to be satisfied. He laid her on the bed horizontally, so he legs were hanging off the bed slightly. He kept peering into my eyes. He put a hand on my inner thigh.

He slammed into her. She screamed. I can hear him chanting my name over her moans. A tear leaked from my eye. I can't wipe it away; my wrists are suspended above me. The chains are shorter than before. She finished, and yelled his name. He didn't slow his pace. He only increased it, not allowing her to rest.

"Say my name, Bonita." He ordered. I clamped my mouth shut, and shook my head defiantly. He thrust into her harder, faster, and angrier than he had before. She cried out in pain, but he didn't stop. He continued to get worse. His grip on my thigh is increasing. I can feel my leg bruising. "Say my name." He yelled. He stopped thrusting, and moved himself closer to me. The chains became longer, and he pulled me towards him.

His hand moved past my thigh and slipped inside of me. I cried out. He smiled, triumphant. He moved two of his fingers inside of me. He moved them with brisk, hard motions, not caring to be gentle, like Damon had. I cried out again. I was thrashing my legs. It wasn't long before he stilled my legs. Tears were falling freely now. He added another finger, and used his thumb to massage me, while plowing into the other girl, mercilessly.

"Say… my… fucking… name!" He yelled in between thrusts.

"Merrick," I whispered.

"Again," he commanded.

"Merrick," I whispered again.

"Say… it... louder." He ordered. He moved his fingers particularly brutally.

"Merrick!" I cried out, louder than before.

"Bonita, say it!" He commanded.

"Merrick," I said quietly. He pulled a finger out of me. He kept thrusting the other two.

"Scream my name," he demanded. He used his thumb and his newly freed finger to pinch me.

"Merrick!" I yelled. The girl bucked her hips against his.

"Bonita!" He yelled as he allowed himself to finish inside of her. He removed his fingers from me. He rolled off of her, and turned onto his back. "Clean it up," he commanded the girl.

She straddled his knees and bent forward. He pulled my face down to his. He put his fingers into his mouth, and sucked them clean. I shuddered. He pulled my lips to his, and let his tongue explore my mouth. He gasped into my mouth. I hate this. I hate everything about this. It's bad enough to be forced to see him fucking some woman. Then he had to call out my name. He put his fingers inside of me, and… I tried not to cry.

He made me say his name. Now, he's making me kiss him, while some woman is giving him blowjob. He turned away from me. I leaned back against the bed frame, grateful for the release. He pushed the woman away from him.

"Get out." He told her. She fixed the top of her toga and took her leave. She blew me a kiss and headed out the door. I looked over at him, and saw him zipping up his jeans. "Did you pay attention? Or, do I need to show you that again?" He asked.

"I get the point." I told him. He nodded.

"Good. But, you haven't seen anything yet. You think you feel badly now? Just wait." He said. I looked at him fearfully. "Bring him inside." He yelled. Jayson walked in, accompanied by another man. He's short, with short black hair. He has beady gray eyes, and has a muscular build. He's very tan, and he looks far from human. Someone else is trailing behind him. It's Jeremy. What is Jeremy doing here?!

"Jeremy!" I exclaimed, trying to get off of the bed, and over to him. The chains prevented me from moving. He tried to walk over towards me, but the muscular man stopped him.

"Show them what happened to my son." Merrick commanded.

"I-I ca-can't." I stammered. Merrick looked at me with curiosity. "I don't know how to project my memories to people." I told him truthfully. It's not like I'm a projector. If I wasn't scared of Merrick before, I am now. He proved his wasn't afraid to do anything. He might not have raped me. But I certainly didn't ask him for a finger fuck.

"Remember the memory, and send it to their heads." He said calmly.

He took my hand in his, and stroked it with his thumb. I fought the urge to jerk my hand away. I closed my eyes and did as I was told. They gasped; I know that they can see what happened that day. Apparently, living through it once wasn't enough. I opened my eyes when it was over. Jeremy looked at me with tears in his eyes. I tried to show him that it was okay. But, I can't. I honestly don't know if it ever will be. The last thing that I wanted was for him to be dragged into all of this.

"You really should think about cooperating, Bonita. You wouldn't want Jeremy, here to suffer the consequences for your poor judgment, now would you?" Merrick threatened. I didn't say anything. "Come here, Jeremy. Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" Merrick suggested.

Jeremy didn't budge. Jayson took a hold of Jeremy's arm, and walked him over to us. Jeremy sat down next to me. He laced his fingers with mine. I closed my eyes; it's so nice to feel something this familiar.

"Kiss her." Merrick ordered. Jeremy didn't do it. "If you want to play like that, we can." Merrick sneered. He closed his eyes. He pictured having his fingers inside of me. I know that Jeremy can see it too. Merrick finished the memory. "Do I have to ask again?" Merrick asked. Jeremy kissed me, softly. He apologized against my lips. "Was that hard? You wanted to do that for years now. I wanted you to feel something that you'll never get to have again." Merrick said cruelly. Jeremy didn't look away from me. I can't look at him. "Tie him up." Merrick instructed Jayson and the muscle man.

They tied Jeremy to the chair. Merrick looked at Jeremy. He went over to Jeremy, and straddled his lap. He leaned forward and caught Jeremy's ear in between his teeth.

Jeremy made a small sound that he quickly muffled. His face is beyond discomfort. I can't stand seeing him this way. He used his hands to explore Jeremy's body roughly. I can see red patches along Jeremy's skin. Some places are already bruised from his fingers. Other places are threatening to bleed. Merrick rocked his hips against Jeremy.

"Enough!" I cried out, feeling sparks explode from my fingertips. I can't calm myself down, and I don't want Jeremy to suffer the consequences. Jayson shot me a look of warning. I can't stop it. Merrick got off of Jeremy. "Leave him alone." I told him. He smiled.

"And, why would I do that?" He asked.

"Because you can have me instead." I told him, finally admitting defeat. Jeremy looked at me in horror. Merrick made my chains vanish, and sat on the bed. He pulled me onto his lap. He smirked.

"It's about time you two remember what happened last night." He said. I let out a deep breath.

"You're finally going to tell me?" I asked uncertainly.

"No." He said. I let out a growl of irritation.

"Motherfucker, I should've known you wouldn't hold up you're end of the deal." I said, unable to bite my words. He didn't retaliate, just smirked.

"I could tell you. But, it would be easier to show you." He said. What? How is he going to?... He motioned for Jayson to do something. "Now," he told him. Jayson said something and my memories came flooding back to me.

Author's Note: Don't hate me! Merrick has to be awful to Bonnie, that's why he is the villain. A quite devious one at that, AND not in a good way. PLEASE REVIEW! Reviews = My happiness, and faster postings! I already have the next chapter sort of planned out. The next chapter is going to be a flashback. Bonnie and Jeremy are going to find out what happened last night and how they got to wherever "there" is.

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