So as seen in Chapter 4, some of Caroline's resolve is starting to come out, which was met with some terrible consequences from Klaus. As much as he enjoys her responses, he is still a serial killer. He likes the responses though. It's part of what entices him about her. So the building up and tearing down is central to the theme of the story.

I realize the story took a really dark turn in Chapter 5 hence the previous warnings that it would get darker. Just to be clear, she wasn't responding to Klaus when she made the sounds, she was making the sounds in response to the violation and she had been compelled not to scream or cry. You will see some changes in Klaus now that this has come to pass and in Caroline as well. **Note: They are still not going to fall in love, however, this needed to happen to go in the direction of the story's ending. This has seven more chapters. There will probably be a follow up story with close to the same amount of chapters.

Thank you for the suggestion to add the warning to the story. That has been done.

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 5

"A history of bitterness
You have left a blazing trail
If you had been a hammer
I'd be a broken nail
You gave me nothing -
Nothing but regrets
Don't think it's over -
It's not over yet"

-The Eurythmics

Caroline

She sat up straight in her bed. She had a dream that she was being chased, probably by Klaus. She was terrified and running down a long dark hallway. She could smell the blood. It was all very Count Dracula-ish. The last couple of days had proven uneventful. Sarah had said that Klaus was out of town on business, whatever that meant. Speak of the devil, the door handle turned and Sarah walked in with a breakfast tray. She quietly sat on the table. "Good morning Caroline. Klaus will be home this evening and I expect he'll want to see you. I'll confirm that later after you have your study session with Mrs. Erdman." She nodded and then headed for the door.

She rolled her eyes and shivered. It had been so quiet in the house. It was Sunday and seeing Mrs. Erdman was about the only thing she looked forward to here. She quickly ate her breakfast and took a shower, knowing that Sarah would be back at 10am.

True to form, Sarah returned to escort her to the library where Mrs. Erdman sat with her usual pile of books. They discussed Wuthering Heights as was the normal procession. Caroline had finished the book this week as there was a lot of down time. Klaus left no instructions for duties, so she was able to stay in her room and read a lot. She was almost done with Leonardo's Brain as well and they discussed that at length. Caroline had shown her the sketch she did of the grounds. Mrs. Erdman loved the drawing and asked if she would sign it. It confused Caroline but she acquiesced to the request. After lunch, they started discussing another book called 'Dorian Gray' by Oscar Wilde, another book that she had not read. Sarah entered the library around 3:30 and confirmed her suspicions that Klaus would want to Caroline tonight, then escorted her back to her room.

Caroline sat on the window sill staring out at the grounds for a few minutes. It was particularly sunny for such a cold day. It was November. The frost had started to settle on the flowers and trees during the evening and morning. Sarah had said that she would be by to get her at 7pm, not that Klaus would be here at 7. Her heart sank. The thought of going back into that room made her sick. She dropped her head. She knew there was nothing she could do to escape her fate right now so she resigned herself to her fate and slowly headed towards the bathroom to get ready.

While she was in the bathroom, Sarah had come in and put a dress on the bed. When Caroline exited the bathroom she noticed the flowing white dress, she mumbled to herself…"creepy white bride of Dracula dress" and shook her head while she pulled it over her head. Klaus seemed to have an affinity for all things creepy.

When Sarah returned, Caroline followed behind her as always. When they arrived at Klaus's room, Sarah had knocked, however, there was no answer, she grabbed the handle, pushed it down and pushed the door open. "You can wait for him inside."

She walked across what she considered her hell and slowly turned to close the door. She felt drained of energy and hope. The only lights on were from the candles, adding to the 'creepy bride of dracula' theme already in her head.

Klaus entered with the same smug look he always had. He was dressed in a suit though. It looked as if he just stepped out of GQ. It was very irritating. He nodded at her and smiled while he stood just inside the door after closing it. "Good evening Caroline." It was almost too pleasant for her.

She walked towards him, resigned to her obligations. "Good evening Master." He leaned down and kissed her softly. She wasn't prepared for that. She peered at him as though there was some awful surprise coming. Instead, he just stood there and studied her face for a moment. Walking towards the seating area to the left, he removed his jacket and draped it on the arm of the sofa.

"How are you feeling Caroline?"

"Oh you know, the normal…trapped, hopeless, scared….Master." She said gravely. She wasn't being sarcastic.

He smiled to himself before turning around. His face went straight and his eyelids dropped a little as his gaze slid up and down her body. "Caroline I want you to lie in the middle of the bed."

She hesitated for a brief second, thinking better of disobeying, she turned and crawled onto the middle of the bed and lay down. She stared off to the left side of the room, trying not to think about anything, lest she start crying and completely lose it right now. He took his time, removing his clothes. She heard him opening a cabinet, she didn't look though. She didn't want to know. When he climbed into bed beside her he was wearing a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, no shirt. His mouth started to salivate at the scent of her body. He gently pulled her chin towards him and began to kiss her; softly again. This was really confusing Caroline and she began to get really scared. Thoughts of what it could mean filled her mind, and her thoughts were racing along with her heart. He started kissing her as his cold hands started exploring her body. He could hear her heartbeat and how gloriously fast it was beating. He could feel his desire growing for her.

His hand reached the bottom of her white dress and he pulled it up, caressing her thighs in between. She was instinctively trying to hold her dress down as if it would somehow protect her from him. He paused, holding her head in place and looked deeply into her eyes. "Caroline, you are not going to scream or be scared. You are not going to fight me. You will relax completely and let me do what I want to you and you may even enjoy it. Do you understand? I want you to repeat it back to me."

Enslaved to his words she repeated, "I will not scream or be scared. I will not fight you. I will relax completely and let you do what you want to me and I may even enjoy it. I understand." And while the fear in her mind was so present a second ago, now it seemed like a distant memory.

He continued to kiss her and draw her body into his. He leaned up and pulled the white dress over her head. As he admired her body, he smiled. Every second of this night would be decadence.

He started to kiss her again, while caressing her exposed body gently. His hands explored her glorious breasts and pinched her nipples. He leaned over to taste her nipple and as he did he rolled on top of her. She gasped the air in as she felt the weight of him on top of her. He was kissing her deeply and more insistently by the moment. He could feel how hard he was and it felt amazing to be on top of her. He stared down at her; his eyes filled with lust. Using his knee, he spread her legs and moved his hand between her legs. Her eyes were glass, emotionless. As much as he loved her reactions, he was not in the mood to fight with her tonight. It had been a rough couple of days and he just wanted to indulge in her. All of her.

His fingers started exploring her folds expertly. He rubbed her clit gently with his forefinger while his middle finger pressed into her center. A soft moan escaped her lips. It startled him. He hadn't expected that, although he did compel the idea into her that she may enjoy it. He started moving his finger in and out of her. Her soft wet walls were gripping his finger tight. His forefinger joined his middle finger and started moving in and out of her. She was so tight. She was going to feel amazing once he explored her fully.

He reached down with one hand and started to remove his bottoms. He wasn't ready to take her yet, but he wanted to feel himself against her naked body. Once they were off, he lay on top of her, kissing her and feeling her warmth, inside and out. It was addicting. After a few minutes, he started kissing her skin and trailing them down to her navel. He used his hands to spread her legs apart, appreciating what was his. His tongue attacked her folds, licking and sucking, swirling around her clit. She was so wet and delicious. He wanted to inhale her.

As he was tasting her, he slipped two fingers into her. Her slick walls opened up to him causing him to moan. He pulled himself up even with her face and stopped suspended above her. "Caroline. Do you remember what I told you?" She nodded. "This may hurt for a minute, but it will subside. Do you understand?" She nodded again, a single tear falling down the side of her face.

He positioned himself at her opening. He could feel the resistance. He pushed the head of cock in just a little and felt her walls give way a little bit. Then with one movement, he pushed his entire length into her completely. She didn't make a sound. He was lost in lust. She was so warm, wet and tight. It was divine. He started moving in and out of her slowly at first, then faster. He leaned down and started licking and biting at her nipple. A small sound escaped her mouth as he caught her nipple in his mouth once again and started sucking on it.

He came back to her mouth drawing her into a long and deep kiss. He knew that he would not last much longer. She was gripping him tight and the friction was intense. He turned her head to the side, lowered his fangs and then bit into her savagely.

As he was drawing her into him, he felt the lust inside him erupting. The temperature in his body rose as he drew on her one last time. His body shuddered violently as he came in her. He tore his mouth away from her neck, not wanting to kill her just yet. He exhaled loudly as he collapsed on her. He didn't move for a long while.

Caroline had started to think he had a heart attack or something. Her head was screaming at her; her violent rage and fear all tucked inside her mind. It wasn't until after he rolled off her that she started to cry, not understanding why she wasn't able to fight him or scream or anything. She just laid there obediently waiting for his next violation.

He violated her many times that night; his assaults growing rougher each time. By the morning she had lost count of how many times. Some she was half asleep during. He was voracious and his appetite had no end. Finally sometime in the early morning hours, he fell into a deep slumber beside her. She managed to fall asleep somehow with him holding her arm in a vice like grip.

She didn't stir until she heard a soft knock at the door. She sat up and looked around her, letting the realization wash over about what had happened the previous night. She got off the bed, looked around for the dress and pulled it over her. She looked at the blood stained sheets. It looked like she had been murdered. In a way she had she thought. All of her innocence and hope was there on the bed, taken from her, just like her previous life. She was going to die here and she knew it. Turning around, she slowly pushed down the handle and set off down the hallway after Sarah.

Sarah had told her that she would be alone today. He seemed to like to give her a day to herself after he did whatever horrible thing he did done. She knew it wasn't guilt. He probably just wanted to give her some false sense of security or hope so he could rip it away from her again. When she reached the room, she immediately ran a bath. When Caroline exited the bathroom, she noticed the stationary had been put back on the table. She sat on the bed, gathered her knees to herself and began to cry softly. This was horrible. It was like dying slowly. Maybe no physically, but mentally it was the worst punishment. Dragging it out; taking every bit of her resolve and hope. It was worse than dying. At least if she were dead she wouldn't have to see him ever again. She looked at the stationary several times. Sarah brought her lunch which she ignored. She moved the chair to the window and just stared out with a blank look on her face. When Sarah came back in the evening, she removed the lunch tray that was untouched and left the dinner tray. "Caroline. I left the stationary because Klaus wants you to write him a letter." Caroline ignored her and continued to stare out the window.

Sarah looked at the girl sitting at the window. It was a scene she had seen many times. It was playing out the same way it always did. That was why she didn't get close to the girls that came to Klaus's mansion. There was always the danger of them just not being there the next day. Most of them slipped away just like this before they disappeared. She didn't ask questions, but she knew deep down inside what happened. She said a prayer for Caroline. She liked her. She really hoped that things would turn out differently for her. She silently turned and walked out of the room. Later that evening Sarah came and removed the untouched dinner tray. Caroline was still sitting at the window in the chair with her legs pulled up under her chin and her arms wrapped around them.

The next morning, she noticed that Caroline was in the bed when she entered the room. She sat down the tray and looked at the stationary. It was untouched. Klaus wouldn't be happy. She sighed. She walked over and touched Caroline's shoulder. Caroline jumped back when she felt her touch. "I left you breakfast. It's time to get up. You don't have to do anything today, but you should eat. You should write a letter to him. He'll be here tonight and he'll be angry if he doesn't receive your letter before then." She was trying to help her. She couldn't help but feel bad for her.

Klaus rounded the corner to Caroline's room seething with anger. She had one thing to do in the past two days, one thing. He pushed down the handle and slammed the door behind him. "Caroline! Get up."

She was laying in the bed, covered in pillows and blankets. He glanced over at the food tray which was untouched next to the equally untouched stationary. He quickly crossed the room to the side of the bed and yanked her up by an arm. "I said get up Caroline. Did I not make myself clear?" He pulled her out of bed so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Please just kill me." Her eyes were puffy and red. He sighed. So we have reached the stage of bargaining. He yanked her up and pulled her across the floor to where the table was. Then he turned on her, grabbing her by the shoulders. "You will eat Caroline and you will write me a letter. Do you understand?"

She pulled her eyes away from him when he was done speaking and responded. "Yes I understand Master." Her voice sounded broken and flat.

He threw her in the chair, which almost tipped over from the force. She picked up the fork and started to eat little bites of the food in front of her. When she was done, she pushed the tray aside. He leaned against the wall, watching her silently, as she picked up the pen and paper.

Dear Master:

Please kill me. Have mercy on me and just kill me. I know you are going to anyways.

Caroline

She folded the paper and handed it to him. His patience was wearing thin. He was disappointed that her fighting spirit had diminished. He flipped open the page and read it. He rolled his eyes and let it drop to the floor. "Fine Caroline, you want to die?" He walked towards her taking big strides and yanked her up again. She stumbled to her feet as he pulled her behind him. She was half elated that it would be over soon and half terrified that it was going to hurt and be very violent.

He didn't compel her. He didn't say a word, he threw her on the bed, lowered his head and then ripped into her neck. He was resigned about killing her until she raised his arms against his chest and started pushing. Not that she could move him, but the movement meant there was still some kind of fight left in Caroline Forbes. He withdrew his mouth and looked down at her tear stained face. Narrowing his eyes he said "That's what I thought." Deciding he wasn't done with her yet, he pulled up the skirt of her dress. She started thrashing against him. He didn't want to compel her this time. He wanted to feel her struggle. He ripped her legs apart and stood between them as he released his erection from his jeans. "That's it Caroline. Fight. I want to feel it. I like it when you struggle." He pushed into her tearing into her flesh. She screamed and fought him the entire way. He was holding her tight with one arm wrapped tightly around her waist as he crashed his hips into her, forcing himself inside of her. She wasn't wet this time, he thought to himself smugly. The violation turned him on even more when he smelled the blood. He started ramming his entire length into her harshly and without mercy. It would be a lot for the most experienced woman. He could feel himself nearing his apex. He grunted loudly as he came. When he was finished he looked down at her. "Caroline, you will die when I say you can. And until then, I will enjoy every bit of you that I want to, whenever I want to. I won't punish you any more for your disobedience the last couple of days, however don't test me love. You will lose." He leaned down to kiss her which added slightly to the humiliation. He stood up, pulled his jeans up and walked towards the door.

Caroline sank down to the floor as soon as the door closed. She was holding her head in hands sobbing loudly. He wouldn't even kill her. After awhile she stood up and shakily walked towards the bathroom feeling completely defeated. She soaked in the tub for a good hour before returning to her room to sleep.

Her life felt so hopeless. She didn't begin to know how to survive this. She closed her eyes, pretty sure he was gone for the night.

The next morning Sarah walked in with breakfast as was the ritual. She noticed that Caroline had eaten. Caroline sat up half way and looked at her. She got out of the bed and made her way to the table. Sarah sighed and turned towards the door to leave.

"How do you do it?"

Sarah stopped. "I'm sorry?" She replied.

"How do you just go about living your life with what goes on here? How do you live with yourself?" Caroline was staring back at her dead in the eyes.

"I'll be back at 10am." Nervously Sarah turned and walked out the door; brushing the conversation out of her mind. She didn't want to think about Caroline's question, because honestly she wasn't sure how she lived with herself.

Caroline ate most of her food and took a shower. She didn't feel like doing anything. She just wanted to stay in her room and sleep, but obviously that was not a choice. At 10am she followed Sarah to the library and saw Mrs. Erdman sitting at the table. She liked Mrs. Erdman, even if she was in on the whole Klaus serial killer fascade. She wasn't sure that Mrs. Erdman even knew what went on here behind closed doors. She decided not to find out. They discussed the books. Caroline told her that she hadn't read in a couple of days because she wasn't well. She promised that she would continue to read that day though.

Sarah came back for her at 3:30 and told her that she would be seeing Klaus this evening. Caroline just dropped her eyes and sighed. She got back to her room and read a little bit. She liked the book so far; Dorian Gray's struggle with beauty and youth. She imagined that people felt like that when they aged. She wondered if she would age. Shaking her head, she headed to the bathroom to brush her hair and teeth.

At 7pm, they were headed down the hall. Caroline heard a commotion in the landing below. She looked over the railing as they climbed the stairs to the third floor. There was Hans holding a girl with a burlap sack over her head. One of the servants removed the bag and there stood a fairly thin girl with auburn hair. Caroline watched with curiosity. It was strange watching the same scene unfold from a different point of view. By the time they had reached the top of the stairs, the girl was looking around much like Caroline had the first night. She swallowed hard and looked away as they rounded the corner to Klaus's room. They passed Dracula's Dungeon, which confused Caroline for a second as she stopped and Sarah continued. Caroline took a few quick steps to catch up. Instead they went further down the hallway to the only other solid door on the floor. Sarah knocked. She heard Klaus reply "Come". Sarah pushed open the door and allowing her to pass and then shut the door immediately after. She stood there frozen to the floor for a moment, when he spoke. "Caroline, love, welcome." He looked at her checking for her heartbeat. Normal, he sighed.

Caroline approached him slowly. "Good evening Master." She said it quietly but respectfully. He crushed his lips on hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth drawing her into a frantic and hungry kiss. He withdrew searching her eyes. "Welcome. This is my bed chamber." It was a beautifully decorated room. There were pieces of art everywhere. It was a very large room as well with a fireplace on one wall with a seating area in front of it. Next to the window stood a wrought iron easel with a canvas on it turned away from door so that you could not easily see the subject. The room was lavish with marble pillars and a marble floor covered with large oriental rugs inlaid with gold. The bed on the far side of the room was huge. She had never seen a bed that big in her life. Its canopy looked like it was carved by hand and was ornate with rose vines and flowers climbing the frame of the bed and white sheer linen curtains gathered at the corners. The headboard was even more ornate. It had what resembled a moon and a wolf howling surrounded by trees and rose vines. The bed clothes were shiny gold and looked very expensive. There were pillows of every size in the same fabric.

He motioned to the seating area where she saw a tray of food and two decanters. He told her to sit on one of the couches. The meal was different. It was much more ornate than usual. The Cornish hen was baked until it was golden and was accompanied by small seasoned russet potatoes and sautéed green beans. Klaus poured her a glass of wine. Then he grabbed the other decanter and poured himself a glass of whatever. Caroline could have sworn it was blood.

He sat back on the sofa. "How are you love?" He watched her with anticipation. "Please eat" he motioned with his hand.

"I'm fine." She smiled weakly. She picked up the fork and knife and sliced into the Cornish hen. It was unnerving having him watch her eat. She chewed slowly. She thought for a moment that maybe he poisoned a food, but no, that would allow her to die.

He asked her about her day and how her studies were going. All the while avoiding the gigantic elephant in the room; she was amazed at his love of polite conversation. After she finished eating, he showed her some of his art. If she actually liked him, she would have complimented it, he really was very talented. It must be all that murderous tension inside him screaming for attention. She wasn't far from the truth actually.

The evening was all around pleasant considering she had to spend it with a murderer and rapist. Of course when he grew bored of polite chit chat, he showed her to the bed. He ordered her to remove her clothes before she got in bed. She didn't cry that night refusing to give him anymore tears. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought about the new girl in the foyer. She wondered if she would get to talk to her.