I'd locked myself in my bedroom. I didn't even want to lay eyes on him. I was so irate that I just sat in the window sill and glared out into the yard. My life had just spiraled out of control. I felt a few tears drip down my cheeks and onto my leg that was outstretched on the sill.
Then it hit me. And I was surprised it hadn't before.
Stefan.
I dug into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I quickly scrolled my contacts and stopped at Stefan. I hit talk.
It rang once. Twice. Thr- "Where are you?"
"Stefan!" I exclaimed. A wave of immense relief washed through my body. I didn't want to admit it, but maybe Stefan had been right. "You have to help me! I don't know what's going on-" but a voice suddenly sounded from the doorway, "Drop the phone," it rang clearly.
And I obeyed. The phone hit the floor with a crash, and I looked over to see Damon picking up my phone and hanging it up. "Don't make this any harder than it is," he told me, pocketing my phone.
"Damon…" I began, pleading. I stood up, off the windowsill. "Please, you have to stop this…" maybe pity would get me somewhere.
He took a step towards me and placed his hand on the side of my face, and then ran his hand through my hair, "You're okay," his told me his voice soothing. He then leaned in and whispered in my ear.
I giggled and looked at him before we began to kiss intensely. He picked me up and then placed me on the bed, and he followed, hovering over me. His hand wandered down my leg and our lips were locked in an intense battle.
But what he didn't realize; his manipulative power no longer had an effect on me. I was just buying time until Stefan could reach me. I was helpless until I had his help. Damon was in control and I wasn't sure if Stefan could even take him on.
At least I had some control while Damon and I were furiously making out.
That was, of course, until he pulled out the handcuffs.
Who knew vampires could get kinky…