Thanks for the reviews and messages. Thank you for the feedback. I'm glad people are enjoying it as much as I am writing it. I've always been struck by Klaus and his very dark personality. And despite the fact that I love Klaus/Caroline's story. I have always wanted to see Klaus turn off his humanity. That has never happened, thankfully for the people of Mystic Falls. In theory I can't see this happening as that would mean a lack of control and Klaus hates showing any weakness so I think turning off his humanity would be a weakness to him or make him feel like he looked like he did not have control of himself which would never happen.

I do not own the Vampire Diaries or Originals Characters. I own the story. ****Note: This story contains themes of an adult nature, including and not limited to rape, murder, kidnapping, domination, submission and more. If you are uncomfortable with themes of this nature, please do not read. This story may cause triggers*****

Chapter 3

Agony is the price
That you'll pay in the end
Domination consumes you
Then calls you a friend
It's a twisted fall
Binds are like steel
And manipulates the will to be
And it's hard to see
How soon we forget
When there's nothing else
Left to destroy
It's a useless ploy

-Pantera

Klaus

Klaus Mikaelson is a monster. He doesn't deny it. He revels in it. The thing that turns him on most is power and fear. He's had a string of victims in his lifetime; too many to count. He exacts revenge on people that cross him quickly and without mercy. It has allowed him to stay alive for over a thousand years. He is the most powerful immortal creature on the planet.

His businesses were mostly illegal and while that provided for a substantial fortune, he did desire to have his business dealings legal some day. Not for guilt purposes, but for legality purposes. He didn't relish the weekly threats from the police and other gang factions in Chicago. They were empty threats mostly but it was tiresome. The connections he had allowed him to feed, kill and dispose as he saw fit, so some of those connections would always be there. Most of his businesses were in the form of drugs, laundering and weapons. He did have a substantial hotel chain and many strip clubs throughout Chicago that served as escort houses. The girls that made it through more than six months with him usually ended up there eventually. He didn't kill them all. Occasionally one would come along that would keep his attention and he would her live for pleasing him if he was feeling particularly magnanimous.

As he walked into his study, he thought about the girl upstairs. Caroline. She was of great amusement to him. He smiled as he thought of the fear that drenched her every time he walked in the room. It was like an aphrodisiac. He was fascinated with the way she overcame that fear to give into him. It really was beautiful to watch. He would test her no doubt over the coming months. He liked that she didn't irritate him, asking a million questions as some of his victims do. He rather enjoyed the sound of her sobs as she violated her. He laughed to himself. Little did she know how much he was going to violate her; conquering her would be beyond pleasure for him. He reveled in visions of fucking her and tearing into that beautiful ivory skin again. He licked his lips unconsciously. Mmmmmm. He pushed the buzzer to call his assistant into his office.

His office was located on the third floor of the house. The entire third floor was his suite. His office was here, his bed chamber and various other rooms that he enjoyed. He rarely left it unless it was to go out, entertain a guest on the first floor, or visit one of his victims on the second floor. At this point in his life, most of his business associates met him here. It was the safest place to meet anyway. His compound was surrounded by state of the art electric fences and heavily armed guards. As he thought about the day and what he needed to accomplish, his assistant Gail walked through the door. She was beautiful, smart and amazing at her job. He often referred to her as his personal Pepper Potts. Employees were off limits to him. He liked to keep people around that were good at their jobs as he couldn't very well replace his workforce every time he was hungry.

He listed off a number of tasks for Gail and made a few phone calls. He was going over accounts and thinking about visiting Caroline tonight. He would introduce her to his darker side. He leaned back in his leather Eames office chair and stared up at the ceiling thinking about all the ways he would torture her tonight.

Snapping himself out of it, he pushed the intercom on his desk. "Sarah. Have Caroline brought to my room at 7pm."

Caroline

Caroline had risen early again, feeling rejuvenated after a very restful day and evening alone. Her morning proceeded as the rest of her mornings here, breakfast, shower and then waiting for Sarah to come get her for whatever tasks lie ahead. Today was Thursday, so she knew that she was meeting with Mrs. Erdman and she was actually looking forward to having someone to talk to. As Sarah showed her into the library on the first floor, Caroline noticed that there were several books already on the table. She sat down and shuffled her feet back and forth in the chair. It was nearly an hour before Mrs. Erdman made her way into the room.

"Hello." She nodded. Caroline immediately straightened in her chair and smiled. They spent the next hour discussing Wuthering Heights. Mrs. Erdman was very intelligent and challenged Caroline's thinking. She enjoyed that. They started discussing different era's of art and classical music and ended the day discussing current events. It was shocking to Caroline how much she had missed since she was taken. She gulped as she remembered waking up in that cold, dark room. Her thoughts were interrupted as Sarah entered the library from the far entrance. She nodded a greeting at Mrs. Erdman. "Caroline. You are to be dressed and ready to leave your room by 7."

Her mood sank. That could only mean one thing. She sighed and responded to Sarah simply by saying "okay". As it was nearly 4pm, Sarah waited patiently for Caroline to gather her books and follow her back to her cell. She had taken to calling it that since she was basically living in a prison.

As she entered the room, there was a white dress on the bed, along with garters, heels and small bag of makeup. Before she could turn around to question Sarah, she had disappeared out the door. Her eyes dropped. She wondered if this would be the night that Klaus violated her fully. She wondered why he hadn't already. He certainly could have and there would be nothing she could do stop him. She went to the bathroom and started brushing her long blonde hair. She was busy getting ready when she heard the door open and close. It must be Sarah dropping off dinner she thought. Sure enough, when she exited the bathroom, there was a tray with her dinner sitting on the table. She did notice that the items and books that were there previously had been put away in one of the drawers. She sat down and ate her dinner immersed in the silence around her; her mind blank and her soul aching.

It was 7pm when Sarah arrived at Caroline's door. She walked in and nodded in approval at Caroline's appearance. She dutifully followed Sarah out the door and through the hallways. This time they didn't go down though, they went up. She started shaking visibly. As they walked up the staircase, Caroline could feel the fear swell in her bosom once again. She tried to take deep breaths in and out to calm herself. It was perhaps the most terrifying part of Klaus; the unexpected. She never knew what was going to happen. Barely anyone ever said a word to her, except Klaus and he wasn't exactly bearing his soul to her; if he even had a soul which she highly doubted.

Sarah stopped at strange looking door but did not open it. She nodded towards the door. "Go in and wait in front of the bed." With that she scurried off. Was it Caroline's imagination or was Sarah uncomfortable being in front of this door? She gathered her courage as she put her hand on door handle and pushed it down. The door opened up into a very dark space. There were strange contraptions suspended from the ceiling. It was painted black. There was a four poster bed made of dark wood with red silk sheets and many pillows. It had chains and rings hanging from it. There were wrought iron candle stands with red candles at various points in the room. Long velvet curtains covered the windows completely. She wasn't sure what to think. It was seemed very stereotypical of a vampire, only much more decadent than you would see in the movies. Caroline was so curious as her eyes searched the room, that she almost forgot about her fear. Almost.

That is when she heard the door, which snapped her right back into her perpetual state of fear. She instinctively backed away, the back of her legs hit the bed. Klaus entered. His eyes were dark and moody as he walked towards her. He stopped about four feet in front of her. Ah…there it is; the sound of her heart beating so fast that it sounded like it was going to fall out of her chest. He closed his eyes as he bathed in it for a moment before opening his eyes to look at her.

She was beautiful tonight in her white dress and heels. Fit for a King he thought. "Caroline come and greet your Master." She tentatively moved towards him. Her ragged breathing echoed in his ears as she approached him.

She wasn't really sure what he wanted, so she walked up to him and softly said "Hello Master." With that he grabbed her and pulled her to him. He bruised her soft lifts with his wasting no time. He held her away from his body for a moment. A smug look came across his face. He released her and crossed the room to a chair, which closely resembled a throne. He knew the room was a tad cliché but he liked the effect it had on his victims. She followed him and sat down on the floor. He smiled, pleased with himself.

"Tell me Caroline, how many men have touched you sexually?" he studied her.

"How do you mean?"

"How many men have touched you sexually? How far have you gone? How did they touch you? I want to know!" He demanded.

"Okay..." she said desperate to calm him down. "I've only ever made out with guys. One of my boyfriends was pretty serious. He had touched my chest. That's it. That's all I've ever done." She breathed out after the confession.

"Did you like it Caroline?"

"Yes."

"Show me how he touched you."

Her eyes narrowed and she could feel that all familiar feeling of shame approaching quickly. Her cheeks flushed as she clumsily moved her hands to her chest and started lightly touching herself. She felt awash in embarrassment.

"Caroline that is not how he touched you. Show me." He demanded, this time more insistently.

She choked down her breath and pulled her dress up and started massaging her chest hoping that was what he wanted. He sat there silently observing her movement, feeling her ragged breathing and immersing himself in her shame.

"Get on your knees Caroline"

She stopped. Her dress fell back over as she got up on her knees. He stared down at her. "Come closer." She slowly crawled towards the man sitting in the throne. She was visibly shaking, although there was rarely a time when she wasn't shaking around him. "Give me your hand." He took her hand and guided it to the hardness in his jeans. He manipulated it to rub him. "Unbutton them." She fumbled a bit with the button, but finally released it. She sat back on her heels until he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back up. He stared down into her watering blue eyes. "You don't want to retreat from me Caroline, it will not end well." She nodded. Her hand started rubbing his cock. He closed his eyes for a moment and threw his head back. The wait was divine. He stood up, removed his clothes and sat back on the throne. Caroline gasped. She had never seen a man fully naked and so close to her face. She shuttered. He grabbed her hand again and started moving it on him. She complied only for not wanting him to lose his temper. He was fully erect now. It occurred to her that looked enormous. She started to tremble; there was no way that would fit inside her.

He watched her intently as he instructed her to take him into her mouth. Her jaw started to hurt almost immediately. He grew tired of her timid behavior and aggressively grabbed her by the head as he thrust himself into her mouth. Her mouth was hot on him. He could feel her saliva lubricating him and it turned him on immensely. He could hear her sputter and choke from the size of him. He grabbed her hand and put it at the base of his engorged member; all the while thrusting his hips back and forth. He could feel the pleasure well up inside of him. She was crying, but he barely heard her. He was lost in his own world right now. He thought of how he would feed from her later and what she tasted like. He grunted loudly as he spilled into her mouth, which she promptly spit out as she choked and pulled herself away from him forcibly. By the time he opened his eyes, she was sitting on the floor, a jumbled mess of nerves and tears covered in him. She was wiping the white sticky orgasm from her mouth. She glared up at him with a rebellious look. He laughed to himself. He crossed the room and grabbed something. He was behind her and picking her up by the shoulders before she knew what was going on. He locked her hands in some kind of leather restraint behind her back. She started struggling against the confinement and the realization hit her that she wasn't going anywhere. He circled around her and looked at her dress for a moment, which he then ripped from her body. She screamed out of surprise and bent over in order to protect herself. He pulled her up by her hair and looked into her eyes. "Caroline, we are going to have some fun tonight." He smiled evilly at her. He walked her towards the bed and attached a chain of some kind to her wrists that were behind her. She felt her arms being stretched up behind her. It hurt. She couldn't process the pain fast enough. She screamed at the pain on the inside and outside. Her body felt like it was being ripped apart. A kind of euphoria hit her and she relaxed a bit. She could hear Klaus behind her.

He turned to look at her. Her arms stretched up behind her. Oh how he was going to enjoy this. He grabbed a leather strap from one of the many wardrobes in the room. He walked towards her. "Caroline. Do you remember when I said not to retreat from me?" He heard her sob out something that sounded like "Yes Master." He smirked. "Good. This is what happens when you retreat from me." He could feel her body tense from her arms being stretched beyond their normal limits. He hit her fairly softly the first time…she cried out. He continued to thrash her with the leather strap at varying intensities. At some point, she had stopped crying out. Her body adjusting to the assault he had brought against her. Once he had his fill and felt satiated from his desire to hurt her, he released the chain that was holding her in place. He paused for a moment staring at the beautiful marks on her ass. The colors ranged from deep purple to light red, it was rather like art he thought to himself. She nearly collapsed on the floor. He grabbed her as her knees buckled and picked her up. Placing her on the bed, he could see defeat in her eyes. She lay there staring up into the distance with no emotion in her eyes. He paused for a moment. He's seen that look before, in himself. She didn't stir as he laid down on top of her. Her body was completely relaxed. "Caroline." She looked at him defiantly, rage behind her beautiful blue eyes. "You will not move or fight me" he said as he pulled her eyes deeply into his. She nodded in compliance.

It was then that she noticed the gold in his eyes again. He lowered his fangs. She gasped inside herself. She wanted to cry out, but an immoveable force inside her made it impossible. What was happening? Why couldn't she scream? He lowered his head to her neck and she felt the burning sensation as he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck and began drawing on her essence once again. His hand moved towards her hair and grabbing her hard, she could feel his intensity grow along with this desire. He began sucking harder and harder. She felt the light being drawn out of her. She was weak as she lay there, thinking that it was finally going to be over. He released his mouth from her skin and looked at her, concentrating on the sound of her heartbeat. She was alive still. Good, because I'm not nearly done with her. He bit into his wrist, pressed it against her lips while grabbing her head to hold it in place. She gagged down the blood being forced into her mouth. The compulsion to not fight was gone, she was pushing him away. He seemed to smirk at her as he watched her struggle beneath him. She could feel herself regaining strength, but she was exhausted. She just couldn't fight anymore. He rolled off her and lay on his back, simultaneously pulling her towards him. She resisted struggling as there was really no other option and put her head on his arm.

When her eyes fluttered against her eyelids the next morning, she was half afraid to open them. She slowly allowed her eyes to open and adjust to the darkness in the room. There was no light although she was sure it was morning. Klaus was gone, having left sometime during the night or early morning. She heard a soft knock at the door. She thought it odd that whoever it was would knock, it wasn't a normal occurrence whenever anyone would enter her room.

Her voice was ragged and she realized her throat was very sore as she answered the knock with "just a minute." She grabbed what was left of her dress and covered herself. "Okay."

Sarah stood at the doorway. She had a look of relief on her face when she looked at Caroline, which Caroline did not understand. She also seemed very uncomfortable, it was then that Caroline recalled Sarah's behavior the day before when she escorted her here. She had an envelope in her hand which she handed to Caroline as she neared the doorway. Confused Caroline reached out and took the envelope and then followed Sarah back down to her room.

The third floor was very different than the second. It was more open. There were glass doors with the exception of the one she came out of and another one down the hall she could see. There was a living room area and an office of it with a very large desk. It looked more lived in than any other part of the house she had seen and she guessed that this where Klaus spent his time. It was still extremely clean and orderly, but had an air of an occupant. She followed Sarah down the stairs to the second floor, still clutching the envelope in her hand.

She walked into her room and a peace swept over her body. Sarah had mentioned that Klaus might be dropping by tonight. The mere mention of his name sent shivers of terror through her body. She walked into the bathroom desperately in need of a bath to wash off the memories of Klaus's latest violations. There was a bottle of Arnica gel on the vanity with a small note to put it on her bruises. How convenient, Caroline thought. Apparently Klaus's proclivities were no secret. She wondered how they all did it. Ignored what really happened in this house behind closed doors. She shed what was left of the white dress and lowered herself into the bath. As her ass hit the water, it burned. She hadn't looked, she was half afraid, but she could feel the pain from his violent assault. But after a minute the water felt soothing. She laid back against the tub and lost herself in the warmth of the water. She drifted off. When she awoke she was still in a bath of cold water. She let the water out and bent over to wash her hair under the faucet. She got out of the bathtub and dried herself off. When she exited the bathroom she found a tray of food. It must have been sitting there as she didn't remember anyone coming in. She picked up the sandwich and started nibbling at it. Was this really her life? She shook her head. She felt alone, defeated and like death was stalking her every move. She started to cry as she thought about all the dreams she had when she moved here. She wanted to finish school and move back to Mystic Falls. Now it was all gone. All of it. Now she was enslaved to a monster who simply wanted to see her suffer at every turn.

The afternoon passed quickly. She had read more of Wuthering Heights. When she put the book down, she glanced at the table where she had left the envelope. She hadn't read whatever it was yet. She was sure it was from Klaus. She crossed the room and took the envelope in her hands. She studied the writing, which was beautiful. It was just her name written across the front of the envelope. She opened the flap of the envelope and removed the paper inside. As she opened it, she sucked in her breath.

Caroline,

I thoroughly enjoyed our time together this evening. I realize that it was not enjoyable for you. That may subside over time or it may not. I was very pleased with you this evening however and I wanted you to know that as that should bring you some joy and sense of accomplishment

I await seeing you again very soon at which time we will further explore each other.

Your Master,

Klaus

Caroline turned the paper over and felt revolted. She pleased him? He had to be kidding. She wanted to die every time he touched her. She slammed the letter down on the table. Seriously? She was fuming inside and out.

She spent the rest of the day thinking of all the ways she would torture him if she could, not the least of involved cutting off his manhood and grating it in a blender. It gave her pleasure to think of torturing him the way he tortured her every time he was near her.

When the door opened at 7pm, Klaus stood in the doorway as usual looking like he swallowed the canary. He was way too happy with himself. He waited as she compulsively crossed the room and greeted him. Her demeanor was different tonight he noticed. She seemed…angry. Yes that was the word. She was angry. He laughed to himself as he watched her glare at him while he kissed her. Knowing in a moment, he could destroy her world with a word. However, he was rather enjoying this latest display. She had fire and her rage egged on his desire.

He sat in the chair, she took her obligatory spot on the floor, glaring up at him with a look that would stop some weaker men in their tracks. He smirked at her. He didn't intend to violate her tonight, although if she kept turning him on like this he would consider changing that plan.

They sat there in silence for several minutes. He liked this stronger Caroline. He liked the weaker Caroline as well. She was a beautiful mix of strength and submission in one beautiful blonde package. He spent the evening exploring her mind. They discussed art and her family. He interrogated her about every boyfriend she had ever had. At the end of the evening, he rose and left her there on the floor, looking somewhat confused. He leaned down and tilted her head up towards his face. "Caroline, write me a letter tonight. Feel free to express your true feelings. You won't be punished for it. You have my word." She nodded.

As he passed the table, he noticed the letter he left for her. He often wrote his victims immortalizing their time together. It was one of his things. Afterwards, he would lock the letters away in his chamber and occasionally read them and remember the journey; the chase, the kill, or the release as he did not kill them all. Caroline would prove to be his most exciting victory yet. He was sure of it.