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The euphoric feeling of freedom came to a halt as soon as I stepped through the door. When my foot made it across the threshold, a loud alarm rang through the house, loud enough to wake anyone up. I knew Damon would be here in a matter of seconds so without thinking my legs carried me away. I didn't even know where I was going; I just kept running to wherever my legs would carry me.

I heard men yelling my name, but I didn't even glance behind me as I kept running away. There were trees near me; I could hide near one of those. I quickly turned towards the mass of trees and tried to run towards the biggest one. When I finally found one, I crouched down at the base of it and tried to hid myself from view. My heart nearly stopped when I heard the men right near where I was.

"Did you see where she went?" one of them asked the other. I flattened myself against the trunk hoping they couldn't see me.

"I think she went that way," the other responded and they started walking away from me. After a few minutes I started to breath again and relax until I realized I still needed to keep running. As soon as I stepped away from my hiding place, my body collided with another one. My blood ran cold as I looked up to see who it was. I found myself looking into the blue eyes of a very angry Damon.

"And just where do you think you're going?" He asked me with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

I knew there was no point in denying it that would only make him angrier so I didn't say anything at all.

"Well?" he repeated expecting an answer this time.

"Damon…" I tried to reason with him. I knew it was pointless, but it was worth a shot.

Without saying a word he produced a white cloth from his pocket, just like the night he took me. He forced it to my face and I struggled against it, but it was useless. I felt myself fade into the darkness once again.

When I woke up, my body was sore and tired from both the running I did and Damon's little white cloth. I tried to sit up, but I found that my wrist was unable to move. I looked over to see I was handcuffed to the bed, again. I pulled at it, but it didn't do anything except make my wrist hurt even more. The cold metal irritated my skin from the constant yanking on it.

"Don't waste your time it's pointless," a voice said from the corner. As the man got up from the chair and came into the light, I saw it was Damon.

"It was worth a shot," I snapped at him.

He didn't say anything; he just started clapping, really slowly at first and then it got faster and faster.

"What?" I asked him, genuinely confused.

"Have you ever thought of a career in acting?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well you're so good at it Elena, you really had me fooled," he just stood there staring down at me with disappointment in his eyes. "So tell me, was this all an act?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Pretending to like me, was that all an act? Were you just playing me so I would led my guard down and you could run away?" his voice became angrier.

I didn't know what to say. I knew I didn't have an answer that would fix this whole problem or an answer he really wanted, if he even wanted an answer.

"I've been good to you Elena," he told me as if he genuinely believed it. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, how was any of this good?

"Good to me?" I started shouting at him, "how is any of this good? You took me from my home, my brother and you expect me to be happy about this? You took me here and treated me like…like some kind of slave!" I instantly regretted my choice of words, but it was too late. I cringed as I saw an evil smile spread across his face.

"Slave?" he said to himself. "You know Elena I was willing to treat you like a guest, but you clearly don't want that. You want to be a slave? Fine, I'll be happy to grant your wish."

"No!" I yelled at him, but it was too late, he was already walking out of the room, slamming the door shut on his way out.

I sat there for what felt like hours, still in the handcuffs, doing absolutely nothing. Eventually Damon came back into the room looking the same as last time, except this time he was holding a dress in his arms. Unless he was planning on being a drag queen tonight, that dress was probably for me.

"Get dressed," he threw the dress at me and started walking over towards me. I tried to back away from him, but I couldn't exactly move with the handcuffs. I was afraid of what he was going to do until he produced a silver key from his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. I immediately pulled them out and rubbed my sore wrists, which were now red from the irritation.

"Can you turn around?" I quietly asked him once it was clear he wasn't going to leave the room to let me change. At first it looked like he was going to say no, but he eventually turned and I quickly put on the dress. I turned to look in the mirror and I couldn't believe what I was wearing. It was a tight black mini dress that showed off more cleavage than I wanted and it stopped just below my mid-thigh.

"Do you like the dress?" he asked sarcastically.

"I'm not going out in this," I spat at him as he turned around to face me. I could see him taking in my features and a satisfied grin was plastered over his face.

"But you're a slave Elena so you don't have much of a choice," he said gesturing for me to come over to him. I didn't feel like fighting him so I just walked over to him.

"Tonight you're going to serve my friends and I," he told me.

"Please don't do this," I begged him.

"This is your punishment sweetie. Don't worry, the way I see it you got off easy. All you have to do is serve my friends and I some drinks and then you're done and we can go back to the way things were," he winked at me and I felt disgusted.

He extended a hand out to me and I reluctantly let him lead me to the dinning room where the men were already sitting down waiting for Damon. I heard some men whistle when they saw me. This was going to be a long night.

I spent the entire night walking back and forth to the kitchen to get drinks and other food. Every time I came back I shot Damon an evil glare and he grinned at me, happy at my anger.

"Elena darling come here," Damon said when I was finally done with giving the men everything they wanted. They were now all standing around the table talking and laughing. I did as he told me and I walked over to him.

As soon as I was in reach of him, he wrapped an arm around my waist so tight I couldn't move. He pulled me in front of him and placed his two hands on my waist keeping me in place.

"Did you enjoy tonight?" he whispered in my ear.

I didn't say anything, I was too mad at him.

"Go to bed, I'm done with you, for now," he released me, but not before placing a light kiss on my check. As soon as his hands were off me I ran up to my room and took of the poor excuse for a dress I was wearing and put on my other clothes.

If tonight taught me anything it was that I hated Damon Salvatore more than I did before.

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