A/N had a hard time deciding what punishment should be, so thanks so much KeKe113 and cdaye8184-You both helped me ;D

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Warning: I think this chapter deserves a T+ Rating.

The next morning Elena remained in bed all morning. She couldn't stand the idea of facing her captor. She preferred to stay in bed alone than another minute with him. She had never been scared of anyone the way she was scared of him.

Days started to pass and Elena quicky began to realize that staying in her room all the time wasn't helping. Damon had given her permission to wander around the house, after all, and sighing deeply, Elena put on a white tank top and jeans. She had to beg for answers…after all, it was her third day of being held captive….

"So you decided to join us," Damon smirked when he heard her climbing down the stairs. Elena froze, she had met the other captor once and he seemed ruthless and cold. Damon sensed her fear because he turned to see if Stefan was doing anything that wasn't appropriate, but besides staring at Elena the way he used to stare at Katherine, he wasn't doing anything wrong.

She slowly walked towards them, her face staring at the floor, then she managed to squeak out: "Can I have some coffee?"

"Water's hot," Damon said casually, not taking his eyes off her for a second, biting back a growl when Stefan's eyes moved from her face to her chest and her entire body. He cleared his throat angrily. "Get back to your room, Elena."

"You said that I can…"

"I know what I said. But now, I want you to go back to your room." He ordered her sternly.

Elena immediately complied, taking the cup of coffee and hurrying upstairs.

"What are you doing?" Stefan hissed, "What? Are you trying to hide her from me or something?"

Damon scoffed, downing a glass of bourbon.

"Whatever," Stefan growled, "I don't need replacements when I have the real things out there. Speaking of, Klaus wants us to bring new ones to the house."

"When?"

"This evening. He wants one from the founding families."

"The Founding families? Is he serious?" Damon sighed, shaking his head.

"That's what I thought, too," Stefan said, "Thankfully he didn't specify that it has to be Mystic Fall's founding families."

"That's something. I'm not in the mood to bring a Caroline Forbes here to sell." He twitched his eyebrows, Caroline had been his little play thing a few months before and if he was human he knew that he'd have to take at least a box of aspirin to soothe the headache...she talked too much.

"Hmph."

"So…work on the case tonight?"

"Sure," Stefan said casually. "What are you going to do about Elena?"

"Compel her to sleep or something," Damon shrugged. "She's not hard to control."

"You're compelling her?"

"If I didn't, she already knows our secret thanks to you." Damon set the glass down, shooting a glance to his brother. "We'll work on the case tonight."

The next few days were similar. Nothing changed. Damon and Stefan usually brought girls home and sold them to vampires, making sure Elena's asleep and that no vampire learns about her existence. A doppelganger could be the bargaining chip to everything, they could get anything they wanted if they traded her wisely.

Damon let Elena have a bit of control, and even though he was harsh and stern in his words and Elena was still deadly afraid of him, she was still more free. He let her out of her room and didn't lock her in regularly. Sometimes, he even let her out in the backyard to get some fresh air. Over all, she was being treated kindly, and for both his and Stefan's surprises, Damon ever once took advantage of her ability to be compelled.

Damon started to learn things about Elena, and the one thing he learnt about her instantly was that she loved being in control, and not in a bad way. She loved making decisions herself and she was scared that he will be the one to take that away from her. She never directly said those words, but Damon felt like he knew everything that girl thought. In the end, she was a strong and independent girl, and very determined. Damon liked his women fiery, but Elena…Elena was special. He couldn't even think about this…about what the hell he was going to do with her.

He was a vampire. Lust and possession for humans was normal. But he refused to interfere, not now. However, he knew that he would have her. She would be his. But then, in the same time, his heart was cold. He loved to be the hated one, the one in control, bossing her around like she was his pet. That was vampirism after all, to feel superior and strong…

It was late at night when Damon returned, drunk, after a busy night with one of the wasted girls in the Mystic Grill. Half asleep, he found himself on his bed before he could even take off his clothes. It was then that he heard a little noise coming from the stairs.

He blurred immediately, and bit his lip when he found Elena walking down the stairs.

"What are you doing here?" Damon hissed, his arms shooting forward to grip hers tightly.

"I was just going to the b-bathroom," the girl whimpered, but the increase of her heart rate showed that she was lying.

"You have an ensuite with your bedroom, Elena," Damon smirked, tugging a loose strand of hair behind her ears. "You're trying to escape…"

"No, please, I'm not…"

Oh yes, you are," He said circling her, "You are. What are we going to do about that, Elena?" His lips found their way to her ear. "What do you think I should do?"

"I'm sorry!" Elena begged, "I won't do it again."

Damon stopped, gripping her shoulders firmly. "I'm going to let this go this once… Do not try this again or there will be consequences."

Too scared to speak, Elena shook her head once. Her legs turning to jelly, she made her way to her room, shaking from the sudden adrenaline.

"I can't deal with this, Liz," Jenna wept. It was the middle of the night, and Sheriff Liz Forbes had just knocked on her door, telling her that they found Elena's bag on the beach.

"It had IDs, money…" Liz said, "She wouldn't just forget it, Jenna…"

"No, you can't do this," Jenna sobbed, "She isn't kidnapped, okay? Elena is a sweet girl, she never harmed anyone!"

"We know that, Jenna," Liz assured her. "We're doing everything we can. Caroline and Bonnie started their own search too…We're all doing everything we can. But this…this could take things to a different direction. If we're looking for a kidnapper, than we need your help."

"Anything…"

"Do you think there is someone that might want to hurt Elena? Someone from her father's past, for instance…"

Grayson was a doctor, Jenna thought. Revenge was sweet to some people.

"Not that I know of, though," Jenna mumbled. "But he was a doctor."

Liz took a deep breath. "Thank you, Jenna. I'll keep you informed."

There was drunken laughter coming from downstairs, and Elena couldn't sleep. Curiosity finally got the best of her, and very quietly she moved swiftly down the stairs. She bit back a gasp when she saw Stefan holding a girl tightly in his arms, sucking from her neck hungrily, the girl screaming in sudden pain. Stefan's eyes were red.

She pressed herself against the wall, holding back a scream, but with the same fear she accidentally hit a vase that was in the middle of the stairs. It immediately broke to pieces and this got Stefan's attention on her. On instinct, Elena fled, heading directly to the front door which surprisingly was unlocked. She ran like hell, until Stefan appeared in front of her, holding her captive in his arms. In a minute, she was pinned underneath him, his weight falling on top of her roughly. He grabbed a handful of hair and was about to yank it hard when suddenly, Damon appeared, shoving Stefan out of the way.

"I'll deal with her," Damon growled, "She's my responsibility."

Elena shivered, still in her night clothes on the cold, snowy ground. Without warning, Damon yanked her up.

"I thought I made myself clear," He spat, tightening his grip around her.

"I'm sorry, I just…I didn't…what are…"

"No talking," Damon grabbed her around the waist. "When are you going to learn that you are nothing here? When are you going to learn that you're not in control?"

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," Elena cried, tears in her eyes. "Don't hurt me, please, don't…"

"Shut up," Damon growled, and in a minute, he was carrying her up the stairs in a fast rapid movement.

"You've given me no choice, Elena," Damon said unapologetically, "You have to be shown that you're not in control. You have to be taught that you need to mind your own business, because I do not owe you any explanations."

Elena gasped when Damon suddenly threw her off, and she braced herself for the fall. But instead, she fell on a soft surface, and fear took over her when she realized she was in his bedroom, on his bed.

"Don't even think about moving," He growled, pinning her down with his own body.

"Let me go!" She roared, pounding against his chest.

But Damon ignored her pleas, and Elena saw him reach out to grab something from his drawer.

"Be still," He ordered.

"Please, don't hurt me…"

He grabbed her hands, and Elena could see that he had a thick piece of rope. He pulled her arms tighter, but Elena couldn't help but notice that his grip on her was still gentle and not violent.

In one swift movement, he tied her arms together tightly.

Tears streamed down her cheek as she waited to see what was going to happen to her. He could feel her stiffen as he whispered, "I'm doing this because you need to learn that I've given you some freedom already. You should learn to appreciate what you have, Elena. Tell me, what are you feeling right now?" He traced lazy circles on her stomach through the thin night-shirt she was wearing. "What are you feeling when you are being controlled by someone?"

"Scared," Elena wept, when she realized that he was waiting for an answer.

"Good," Damon reached out to stroke her cheek. "And now?"

He pushed her head to a side so that he could get better access to her neck. He kissed it softly. "You have no choice, no say in what's happening to you…" He smirked, moving his lips to her collarbone, his arms softly trailing her curves. He felt her tensing under his touch. "Do you think you should've been a better…companion?"

"Y-Yes," Elena sobbed. "Yes."

"Elena," He said slowly, "You belong to me now. You can do yourself a favor and stop thinking about going back. You earn privileges with me," Damon ran his finger along her bare arm slowly. "You lost the first privilege to be…'free'. You'll be locked in your room from now on, and I'll make sure that every window you have is surrounded by iron bars. You cannot leave the house, not even to the gardens. You'll be treated like a real slave."

"Please," Elena begged, "Don't."

"You brought this on yourself, Elena," He purred against her cheek. "If being treated as a slave sounds more appealing to you than being a…guest I don't mind at all."

As he said his speech, his hands were still roaming around her body, and Elena closed her eyes as he placed a kiss on the smooth column of her throat until he reached her chest. His hand played with her ear.

Elena felt tears gathering in her eyes as he ran a hand up her shirt, kissing her now bare stomach. She tried to fight him off, she refused to be played on like she was nothing, but he was too strong.

"Please, stop..." Elena whimpered, and he finally backed away.

"I hope that you learn to appreciate the things that you have here," Damon said casually. "Having to stay still for things you don't want hurts, doesn't it? But your stubbornness is what got you to this." He sighed deeply. "Next time, it will be a lot worse, I promise you."

He left the room. "Oh, and no food and water will be given to you tomorrow. That is also a privilege that you have lost."

Maybe I was too harsh with her, Damon told himself later. Maybe I shouldn't have scared her like that. He felt her stiffen when he climbed on top of her, he could only imagine the bad things that the girl was expecting him to do. But his intentions weren't to hurt her. Not yet. He just wanted her to be afraid, make her uncomfortable, make her know what her place is now and hurt her emotionally. Also, to make her realize that she was only his.

Damon returned to his bedroom where Elena was still tied to his bed, and there were traces of tears on her face. Her arms were turning red and he hissed at himself for losing it like that. Maybe he had taken it a bit too far after all…

Sighing, he untied her gently, rubbing her sore wrists that had ugly marks on them. Stroking her cheek softly, he couldn't help not to squeak out a little sorry.

And in the darkness, he could've sworn he heard Elena say a small 'thank you.'

I so hope it wasn't too dark…my intentions were to make Damon scare Elena and make her realize that she was being treated kindly, not as a slave. Now, she lost these privileges, and she doesn't have an ounce of freedom. Also, I wanted Damon to show Elena that he is kinda possessive of her…

God this story is hard to write, I hope I did good... Even though it wasn't smut, it took me a long time to write it perfectly :P

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