Important AN: Since this story kinda turned out to be on the borderline of T, I changed the rating to M. HOWEVER, if I were to classify it, I would stick to between Strong T and Light M. Since there is no T+ here in fanfiction, I decided it is better to change it into M, but there won't be anything too graphic.

A great thanks to my beta reader Courtney (:

Elena laid still on the bed, too traumatized to move. She dared not to move, frightful of what would happen. He climbed off of her and rolled onto his side casually as if nothing had happened. She couldn't even cry, she just laid there and waited as he climbed off the bed and put on his shirt and pants.

"Go and take a shower," He ordered her coldly. "Mend your dress."

Elena didn't even acknowledge what he was saying. In fact, at that time she was so not in her right state of mind that she didn't even realize that she was going to have to walk around with nothing but a towel on, because her dress definitely could not be fixed-He had torn it in half. She rose from the bed and didn't even acknowledge that she wasn't wearing anything and she didn't dare look at him.

But when she went to the bathroom, Elena let out the sob she had been holding as she opened the ice cold water and desperately tried to shower the feel of his hands off her. She tried to wash away the pain and the dirty feeling she couldn't seem to shake off. She felt violated, different. She was sore and in pain but most of all she was disgusted. She poured the water with more force and scrubbed her body harder desperately trying to erase him from her. She grabbed a towel and dried off and realized that that was the only thing that she could 'wear'. She tied it around her body tightly, took a deep breath and exited the bathroom.

When she went back to the bedroom, his eyes greedily took in her figure again, and she half-expected him to force her back to bed with him. But he just shrugged and said, "Go to the kitchen. They need help there."

She waited for him to continue, but he remained silent, drinking his bourbon. Then he sighed, annoyed. "Are you not fluent in the English language? I thought I told you to go."

"I h-have nothing to w-wear, sir," Elena whimpered, fearing his reaction, and almost expecting a blow on her cheek or worse.

"Oh," Stefan smirked, making a show of eyeing her over. "But I am not seeing a problem."

Her blood ran cold at his little sentence.

"You see, I should let you walk around naked for that little stunt you pulled on me earlier. It'd be…interesting to see the other vampires' reaction, no?" He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. "What do you think, Elena?"

"Please, don't," She begged. It was true, she had lost all her woman rights already but the thought of other vampires touching her made her cringe even though she was not in her right state of mind. He was worse enough. She didn't think she'd be able to handle anything else.

"Oh well," Stefan said. "Since I'm feeling generous today, I think I might give you another dress," He opened a drawer which was padlocked and she saw blood bags, weapons…everything that was enough to make her throw up. He took out another grey dress, similar to the one she was wearing before. "And besides-I'd much rather keep your body to myself." He gave it to her and just before she could move he pulled her tight against him. "Don't even think for a second that I won't get paid for this extra dress I gave you," He hinted cruelly. "If you disobey me again, I'll make sure that every vampire feast on your delicious blood."

She remained frozen as he placed a kiss on her temple. It was gentle and soothing, and if she didn't know any better she would have thought that it was an encouraging kiss but she knew that his kisses and touch were a form of branding. "Go on, change," He said, tapping her on her behind. "And don't disappoint me but I'm sure you already know that."

"There's a dinner party tonight," Tara explained as she showed Elena the room. "There will be lots of vampires. It is held once a month or so and they usually talk about new rules and stuff. Like a vampire rights club."

Elena shivered. "And they have a dinner party?" It seemed a bit odd. I mean, they didn't need actual food. So what was their 'dinner'?

"You don't have to worry. By dinner, I mean food. But they do drink from the women sometimes," Tara explained coldly. How could she talk about the subject so naturally? But Elena was relieved to hear that they actually ate food, to say the least.

"What do we have to do?" Elena asked half-heartedly.

"Basically? You have to impress them. On these nights, they usually set a person free. Well, not free exactly, but Klaus usually picks a girl and gives her to the Original family-his brothers." Tara got excited at the subject, it seemed as if it were a good thing. How could that be so?

"Basically you're jumping from the frying pan into the fire." Elena proposed.

"No. You might not be completely free, but I guarantee you, their conditions are better than here. And two of them, Finn and Elijah, care about human lives. They probably let you go. Just pray you'll get chosen by Klaus." But why would she need you get chosen by Klaus if Finn and Elijah were the ones that cared for human life? Not much of it was clear to Elena but she acted as if she was understanding it.

Knowing there was no way that she could be chosen because Klaus needed her for his epic plan that she didn't know about, Elena sighed, but continued anyway. "What do I have to do?"

"Simple. Do anything that they want from you. Anything. Just do it, no questions, no doubts, no drama."

Elena's breath caught in her throat.

"Also, we have to prepare the meals together. Make sure that you follow our instructions. Now, grab the chicken and start cutting it to julienne strips." Tara said, rolling her eyes. She didn't like the whole obedience thing too much either.

Elena had no other choice other to comply.

When they were done, the girls and Elena sat around the table. They were lucky to be given the leftovers and as they sat down to eat, Elena saw a blonde little girl, who was maybe three years old.

"Oh my God, what is she doing here?" Elena gasped when she saw the little girl who was drawing.

"That's Elle," Tara said. "Don't worry. She's one of the luckiest people here."

"What do you mean?" Elena asked. How could a little human girl be lucky? She could only imagine the cruel things they did to that poor child...

"She's being raised by Victoria." Tara explained but she was still leaving Elena directly in the dark.

"Victoria?"

"She's a vampire. She just lives here, I guess. She never takes part in the human torturing. She doesn't even drink from the vein." She shrugged.

"I see," Elena said. "But the girl…she's not her daughter, right?"

"No. Victoria is raising her because Elle is an orphan. Her mother was a friend of Victoria's. They say she died in front of Victoria's eyes, and she raised her as hers. I don't know the full story but that's what people say."

"Oh my God." Elena's hands flew over her mouth. Even though Victoria was living here like the rest of them, Tara described her as one of the good ones. One of the caring ones.

"I'm surprised Klaus even let her to raise her in a place like this. I don't know Victoria's story exactly, but they say she had to come and live here against her will. But she loves Elle very much. That girl is truly lucky." Tara carried on, glancing from Elena to Elle continuously.

"Are there any more children, besides Elle?"

"Yes. But not all of them are lucky. Some were born here. It wasn't the first time a vampire brought a girl here and then they discover she was pregnant. Others get pregnant while they're here." What exactly was she trying to tell her? Elena's heart rate quickened.

"Wait, what are you saying? I thought vampires can't procreate."

"Vampires don't, but humans do," Tara said. "Some of the bodyguards are human."

"Oh my God! They know what's happening to us and they join? They turn against their race?" She asked in a disgusted tone. How could humans watch vampires do that to other humans?

"You can't blame anyone, Elena. You don't know what's keeping them here." Tara told her. "For all we know, they're compelled. And if not, they could be being threatened. Maybe the vampires will kill them, or their family, you never know somebody's true story. That doesn't make it okay for them to just let this happen to us but at least we could know where they were coming from."

"I know," Elena sighed. "But Tara…how can you be so casual? You talk about this place like it is something normal."

Tara sighed. "It was hard too, at the beginning. Everything is. But you'll just have to get used to it. But let me tell you something, Elena, I am here because I want to. I can leave any time I please."

Elena's eyes widened.

"My owner wrote that I had to be set free if, or when, he died. He died two years ago." She said quietly, it seemed as if she really cared about her owner.

"Then why don't you leave?" Elena suggested. "You could have your life back-your freedom."

"Because it's what I know, Elena. I'm thirty two years old. I have been here since I was fifteen years old. Where would I go? My parents are dead. I used to live in an orphanage. There is no point in returning back home. I know that it might sound weird to you, but to me it's natural. It's true, as long as I'm here, I am forced to work but I'm not entirely sad. My owner took care of me. He wrote that I should be treated well if I stayed here after his death. I can even go out, if I like."

Elena still couldn't understand how could anyone prefer this hell than building up a new life, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she continued to eat. She knew it would be useless to try and convince her to leave, if she hadn't left in two years. She wasn't planning on leaving, ever.

She was walking back to her room when suddenly she stopped dead at the sight of the familiar black, raven hair. She held on to the wall for support because she felt her legs turn to jelly when he turned into her direction. Her eyes watered, and despite all the things he had put her through, she desperately wanted to just run up to him, hug him and beg him to come back and take her out of this hell hole. Truth be told, she missed him, his touch, his kisses and his comforting words.

He looked at her with no emotion in his eyes, in fact, his expression was cold and cruel. Tears escaped from her eyes as he turned his back on her, but then before she could react, he let out a gasp of pain and fell on the floor, twisting and holding his chest in front of her. Elena panicked and ran to help him, only when she tried to move, Damon's head raised and she met his blue, teary eyes.

"Help me!" He yelled, "I'm not…."

But then in an instant, he fell unconscious on the floor, his nose bleeding. Elena moved closer to him, but a rough hand wrapped around her ankle and she was met with red eyes and black veins.

"What did you do to me?" He barked, holding her so tightly that she feared that her bones were going to snap.

"Nothing! I've done nothing wrong!" She begged, "Please, Damon, you're hurting me!"

Panic suddenly filled the room. First Klaus-Damon let another gasp of pain and then Elena found herself being thrown harshly to the other side of the room. Out of nowhere, Stefan had appeared and he had pushed her with so much strength that she practically flew to the other side.

"How dare you let this little bitch do whatever she pleases," Damon-Klaus roared at Stefan. "If you can't control her, I'll take her. I swear to God."

"I apologize," Stefan said through his teeth. "Elena is going to have a hell to pay when we're finished," He looked at the brunette who was bleeding violently and feeling nauseous since she had hit her head pretty hard. She couldn't really concentrate on what they were saying but she heard the part about her having to pay for what she had done. Perhaps she needed to be enlightened herself because she didn't know what the fuck she had done wrong. She had seen Damon, that was all.

Damon-Klaus straightened up, looking at the bunch of girls who were now surrounding him. "Go and fulfill your chores!" He barked at them, causing them to practically disappear. "And you," He turned to Stefan, "Learn to control your humans. Now leave me."

"I'm sorry-" Stefan began but got cut off by an even louder roar.

"Go!"

Stefan didn't say another word to her. He kept his firm grip on her arm the entire way through the corridor to their room. She cried, stumbled and thrashed, but it was no use. He pulled her in and locked the door behind him in rage.

"What the fuck did you do, Elena?" He barked in her face. "Just who the hell do you think you are? You are nothing, Elena. You are nothing more than a whore to every vampire in this house. And if you think you're any different than you are mistaken. Tragically mistaken!" He growled, giving her a hard slap on the face. His hand on her cheek made a gruesome sound and it snapped Elena's head to the side. Her cheek immediately reddened. The worst part was, she didn't know what she had done.

"I didn't do anything," she begged, holding her cheek. "What could I have done? It's not that I'm in a position to do much…" Elena cried. And it was true…She couldn't understand a thing. Since when did Stefan bow down to Damon's wills? Since when did Stefan treated Damon with respect and also fear?

He circled her, much in a matter of a predator stalking its prey. He came up behind her and placed his hands on her waist, pulling her tightly against his body. He yanked her hair to a side so that he could run his nose up and down her neck. Her scalp was burning with the pressure, but she remained still. "I like your fire," He said, biting roughly on her ear. "It makes you an intriguing mortal." She felt disgusted as he touched her. She'd rather be dead than in the arms of him-this monster.

She stood frozen as his hands once more started to roam around her body. One of his hands stroked her hair back and he started to place small kisses on her neck, teasingly. She squirmed as he placed his face in the crook of her neck and continued to kiss and lick like she was his own personal property. The other one ran on her stomach, to her waist and hips, disgusting her even more.

"You're afraid, aren't you?" He continued to taunt her as his hands rested on the hem of her dress, bunching the material in his rough hands. But before anything else could happen there was a light knock on the door.

Stefan growled and let her go. "What?" He barked.

"Sir, the first guest has arrived. Elena is needed in the kitchen," Tara said, eyeing Elena.

"Who?" He demanded, wanting to have his way with the brunette.

"Kol Mikaelsen, sir. He's waiting for you." The other human explained causing Stefan to huff, puff and roll his eyes.

"Fine," He snapped, and then eyed Elena with disgust. He turned to Tara. "Make her presentable. I have other things to do." With that, he turned to Elena. "Later, sweetheart," He said, rubbing her arm and placing a kiss on her cheek. With that, he vanished.

Elena broke down in front of Tara, and the latter ran up to her and hugged her. "I want to leave, Tara, help me leave…"

"You know I can't, Elena. Shh, it'll get better, I promise…" She soothed her, rubbing Elena's back and wiping away her tears. And she truly didn't-Even though they let her go outside, she was compelled to not reveal the entrance of this place. Every human that was brought there was blindfolded, so no one knew where they were.

"No, it won't." Elena sobbed into her hands. "It's not going to. It never will."

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