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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 11

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

-The Police

As she quietly closed the door behind her, she felt on the wall for a light switch being careful not to make any sounds. The room in front of her shook her to her core. The room was dim, the walls black and the floor was covered with a dark red carpet. In the middle of the room stood an easel with the portrait of Caroline and underneath the easel an ornate carved box. There were three white caskets; one on each wall. Caroline's attention was drawn to a stand that was holding a larger wooden box. Her curiosity got the best of her as she opened the box. In it were hundreds of letters…letters to and from Klaus. She picked up a few and started reading. They were all the same, girls begging for their lives or asking him to kill them. She read letter after letter and suddenly realized the hopelessness of her own situation. Dropping them back in the box and backing away, she could feel the agonizing realization of defeat. She was going to die no matter what. She knew it for an absolute fact now. Part of her had been holding out hope that somehow or some way she would escape this hell, but she wouldn't and Klaus had known that from the beginning.

Awash with her new found realization, she turned to the caskets. Her insides were churning wondering if he kept the bodies of the people he killed. Gulping her breath back, she slowly she opened one of the caskets. Inside was a blonde haired girl, her skin looked alien-like. As she stared down at the girl, she found herself wondering who she was, her white beaded dress looked very old. Caroline wasn't familiar with time periods, but she guessed the 20s or 30s. She had a dagger in her chest which Caroline studied for a moment. It looked very old and had a very ornate carved handle. She started to touch the dagger and felt the compulsion to pull it out of the girl. No one deserved to rest like that.

As she was studying the girl in the casket, she heard a commotion outside the door. She panicked and let the lid drop the rest of the way which made a pretty loud sound, when she turned she came face to face with a very angry Klaus. His eyes were narrowed and he was fuming. Caroline saw a flash of yellow in them as her eyes widened and she took a step backwards. His jaw was set sternly as he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her forward. "What are you doing Caroline?" The words escaping through his clenched jaw.

She lost her voice as he stared at her with a look so vicious she would have thought he was Satan himself. Klaus wasted no time in grabbing her by the hair and dragging her from the room. He didn't say a word as he dragged her along the hallway towards his room. His stride was quick and wide and she was hurtling down the hall after him, trying not to fall as he pulled her behind him. As he opened the door to his room, he threw her down to the floor. She flew into the foot of the bed with so much force that it winded her. She tried to catch her breath as he flew towards her once again.

His rage was palpable. He grabbed her by the back of the head and threw her against the wall, she landed in a heap. He descended on her in a fury of violence. Dragging her up the wall, he held her by her throat. She was extremely out of it when he bit into her. He tore the flesh from her neck as he pulled his fangs away. She was bleeding profusely, and the life seemed to be draining from her. He roared, throwing his head backwards and clenching his fist; the blood lust taking control.

Grabbing her by the hair once again, he dragged her to the end of the bed, and threw her over the edge of the bed. She sank down to her knees and was weeping against the side of the bed. "Klaus please just kill me."

"NOOO," He screamed at her as he leaned down to be on the same level as her. He looked like a man possessed at that moment. It was terrifying. He grabbed her and pulled her up until she was lying on her stomach with her legs draped over the bed. He ripped the clothes from her and they fell in shreds around her. He grabbed the waist of his jeans and tore it open and showed no mercy as he slammed his cock into her tight ass. He wanted to punish her. Her heartbeat was solid but she was losing a lot of blood; her screams fading into soft moans. He held tightly onto her arms and pulled them above her head as he held her there until he collapsed on her; his body shuddering violently. He tore the skin from his wrist and shoved it into her mouth. As he stared down at her, he could feel the rage welling up in his chest again.

He stood and grabbed her and threw her to the floor. "You want to die Caroline? Is that what you want? I will make you suffer Caroline, every minute of your life and just when you think it is over, I'll come back and find a new way to torture you more. Your life belongs to me Caroline. TO ME. You don't decide when you die. I do. I DECIDE! I tried to be nice. I tried to give you some leeway and how do you repay that Caroline? You fucking betray me." He was shouting at her limp figure; bloody and broken on the floor.

He left the room and came back with a drink which he sat down on the table. There was blood everywhere. It looked as if he killed her, even though he didn't. She was still lying on the floor, her body trembling from physical attack she had just suffered. She couldn't move. Her eyes were sealed shut from the blood on her face. She ached to not feel anymore. He threw the glass against the wall and it shattered into a thousand pieces.

He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her towards the wall and pressed a panel which revealed a hidden door with a cage behind it. He opened the steel door heaved her inside. His eyes never left her as he locked her into the cage and her eyes never opened until he left the room. She passed out almost immediately after; not being able to think straight.

He needed to get the blood off of himself. It was sending him into a blood rage that he feared he would not be able to control. Immediately he went to his shower and washed all the blood away. When he emerged ten minutes later, it was if nothing had ever happened. No one had ever violated his privacy the way Caroline Forbes just had and he had unleashed his fury in an uncontrollable rage. He walked to the table beside the door and poured himself a bourbon and drank it straight down. Pouring another he walked to the sofa and sat there staring into the fire for over an hour. She was seconds from pulling the dagger out of Rebecca's heart. Mere seconds. Rebecca would have drained her and robbed him of the pleasure of that act.

Damn this girl. Who the hell was she to invade his privacy? He felt the rage building again. He wasn't sure what it was but he knew that it had to end soon.

When Caroline opened her eyes, she was met with darkness. She had no idea where she was, except that it was a small space and was very cold. She moved her hand to the bars and remembered the cage. She had no idea how long she had been here. Her breathing was shallow as she lay there trying to recall what the hell happened. She felt the blood on her face, but there were no bruises or cuts.

The last thing she remembered was the creepy casket room and turning around to see Klaus. The memories started to flood in. He had thrown her into the wall and she couldn't remember a lot after that. It was hazy after that. She had visions of him raping her and dragging her by the hair. It was all very fuzzy and not something she particularly wanted to remember anyway. She drifted back off to sleep clutching what was left of her dress and covering herself with it.

When Klaus woke up the next day, he thought about Caroline in the cage. He couldn't hear any sound coming from that room so he assumed she was sleeping. He walked to his office in the morning and decided to concentrate on work for awhile. Around 10am he decided to go check on her, even though he could hear her breathing and a definite heartbeat. As he walked into the room, she was curled in a ball in the cage with her tattered dress pulled over her thin body. He looked down at her. She opened her bright blue eyes and started up at him from the cage.

"Good morning love. How are you feeling?" This was not his normal polite conversation tone, rather he sounded as if he was hoping she would say that she was dying. He unlocked the cage and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. Then grabbing her by the arm, he walked her to the bathroom. He leaned against the bathroom wall intending to watch her every move. From under the sink, he retrieved a white gauze dress and threw it at her.

She glowered at him. "Love, it is obvious that you can't be left alone so do what you need to do." Her head lowered and she went about her business while Klaus leaned against the wall with his arms crossed watching her every move. Once she finished her shower, she brushed her hair out, she pulled the dress over her. She was genuinely afraid of what he was going to do to her. He could sense the fear in her, that was the thing about being a wolf; he had the innate ability to sniff out fear however faint it was.

Klaus grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and pointed her back to the cage. He stood there looking at her, waiting for her to climb back in. Awhile later, came back with a sandwich which he placed just inside the door along with a glass of wine. An odd thing to go along with a sandwich she thought. He kneeled down while she was eating. "Caroline. I'm so disappointed in you. We were having so much fun love." He studied her face as she rolled her eyes at him. She finished the sandwich and he let her out to go to the bathroom.

Klaus sat in his office staring at the wall of windows in front of him. His rage had finally subsided almost completely. This had to end; the distraction had to end once and for all. He couldn't very well keep her locked up in a cage forever. First of all, it was too time consuming. He was the only one, except for the occasional guard who went in that room, which meant he would have to take her to the bathroom and feed her. He refused to kill her in anger. Although he wasn't sure that was a perfect ending to this story. He shook his head in frustration.

He finished up some emails, left some instructions for the staff and headed back to the room that held his blonde distraction. He opened her cage and stood aside so that she could crawl out. Once again, he showed her to the bathroom before he escorted her to his bed chamber. She noticed that dinner was already on the table. He motioned to the table and she sat down and ate. Klaus did not join her. Instead he made himself a drink and crossed the room to the easel.

She watched him walk by. Caroline's was trying to figure out what to do. She just wished he would get it over with. His obsession with controlling the moment of her death was frustrating. Maybe she just needed to make that decision for herself. She gulped down the wine as she thought about what she was contemplating. She had never considered killing herself before now. It just had to end. She wasn't sure how much she could take. At this point though, she doubted that he would ever leave her alone again. She glanced back at him. He was lost in silence, painting; his mind a million miles away from her.

"Master can I use the bathroom?"

Nodding he put down the paint brush and showed her into the master bath. He leaned against the door frame watching her. His face was straight with no noticeable emotion. She followed him back into his bed chamber. He turned and faced her; pointing at the bed he told her she could sleep there. Caroline headed towards the bed, just happy that she didn't have to sleep in the cage.

Hours later, Klaus climbed into the bed. He rolled into Caroline pushing her onto her back. She stirred and opened her eyes; their eyes met for a moment, suspended in the air of their mutual dissatisfaction. Feeling his arousal, he used his knee to spread her legs and bury himself inside her. As he fucked her, he fed. He didn't care about her reactions. It was function over form. When he was finished he rolled off her and went to sleep.

The next morning Klaus woke Caroline up. He showed her to the bathroom and then took her down the hall to the room where the cage was. He threw a blanket into the cage with her, locked it and then went to his office so he could work. To Caroline's surprise, it wasn't Klaus that brought her lunch that day, it was the guard with the nice smile. First he let her out to use the bathroom, although he didn't watch her, he did leave the door open. He relocked the cage and waited for her to finish eating. So this was her life now, confined to a cage. Her legs were cramping up. The cage was not exactly small or large, it was kind of in between. It was just extremely uncomfortable. Somehow she managed to drift off to sleep.

It was hours before Klaus retrieved her from her tiny cell. This night proceeded like the previous. Caroline ate and Klaus painted. He seemed to be entrenched in thought. She slept in his bed and the following morning he returned her to her cage. This went on for three more days. He spoke as little as possible; each day returning her to the cage.

Caroline wondered how he could stand not talking. He loved talking. The whole situation was somewhat unnerving to her. On the third evening, he did not take her back to his bed chamber. He let her out of the cage and studied her while his piercing blue eyes stared into hers. "Who owns you?" As if it was a trick question, she stuttered. "You do Master."

"Good Caroline, remember that."

He stared at her for a long time. He had made up his mind and he knew he would stick to it this time.