"We're going to get out of this." Damon had told her just as the bright light was flipped on and its door was thrown open.

Bonnie's body tensed as she watched the woman enter. It must be morning; she had fallen asleep sometime a few hours back but hadn't been able to sleep very long, considering her predicament and position.

"Good morning," the woman greeted brightly. They both only stared at her and her face twisted into an annoyed glower. "When an adult greets you, it is proper to respond back. I can't believe I have to teach you such simple things." She loudly scoffed. "Let's try again. Good morning."

Once again both teens stayed quiet.

"Hmmm" the woman considered loudly, moving slowly over to Bonnie. Then, before Bonnie even realized it was about to happen, the woman had gripped the back off her head tightly, pulling the hair so hard her eyes began to sting. She let out a startled gasp and began to attempt to get away from the woman.

"Let go, let go," she winced loudly, her struggling only pulling at her hair even more.

"Let her go! Leave her alone! What in the hell is wrong with you?" Damon yelled out alarmed by Bonnie's cries.

The hold on Bonnie went away. "You once again are telling me what to do, Damon. And cussing…" She made a noise of displeasure. "We'll have to fix that." Her head turned, "Joe!"

The large man they both remembered entered slowly, looking around briefly before his attention settled on the woman.

"Untie Damon and…" She motioned towards the open door, "let him hang out there for a while. I'll be out in a minute and find my whip."

Every single face inside the tiny room paled except for the woman's.

"Yes… ma'am." Joe quickly moved over to Damon, reaching into his overalls and pulling out a key and began unlocking the lock locking Damon's chains.

"Wait… what are you going to do him?" Bonnie questioned weakly.

The woman smiled gently at her, almost in a friendly way. "Would you like to find out?"

That was a heavy question and Bonnie pressed her lips together. It was a trick.

"Guess not," the woman shrugged. "I guess you're on your own, Damon." Damon was roughly being yanked from the bed by Joe; he couldn't help rubbing his sore wrists even as he was pushed out of the tiny room. "You'll be able to hear him scream." She lightly patted cheek before moving out.

Leaving Bonnie alone in her prison, her body was tensed and her mind in a fog. What… It wasn't an actual scream at first, more like a loud grunting noise an in pained animal might make. Her eyes squeezed tightly closed and she gently shook her head. This was not happening… her mind repeated that one thought even as Damon screamed.

(MM)

Damon sagged forward, his head hitting his chest. His body shook and sweat very steadily dripped from his body, coating his bare upper body, sliding down his marred, bloody back. The cuffs hanging him to the ceiling dug into his wrists. He tried to focus on staying on his tip toes to help with that, instead of the agonizing pain coming from his back.

He flinched – expecting another blow. He only felt a breeze cooling his inflamed back.

"Come on, Damon." Cas appeared in front of him again, blue eyes uninterested. "Say it, go ahead and say it, it's easy. I'm sorry Cas, for disobeying you. All will be forgiven, your pain will stop."

Damon forced his eyes open and to meet the woman's. "I… didn't anything wrong." He tried to swallow but the lump in his throat wouldn't allow it. It got even worse when her eyes narrowed.

"How would Bonnie handle this?" The woman asked smugly, watching as his eyes widened. "Do you think she could handle being whipped?"

"Leave her alone," he quickly said, his voices edge gone. "I… I… I… I'm sorry Cas, for disobeying you. I did wrong." He was in so much pain right now; he couldn't let his pride cause Bonnie to have to experience it as well. "Leave her alone, I… please."

Her hand raised and he flinched away, but her hand landed on his sweaty face anyway. "Since you begged," he eyes go to Joe who is standing quietly nearby. "Take him down and… bring me, Bonnie."

Damon's eyes widened and he looked up at her as he was freed and he fell roughly to the ground. "But… you said…"

"What exactly did I say?" She blankly looked down at him. "I owe her a whipping, two, three, five, thirty…"

He couldn't understand. He was angry. He couldn't let her hurt Bonnie. "You can't, Cas." His voice took on a pleading tone as Joe lifted him to his feet. "You can't hurt her! You can't fucking hurt her!" He yelled angrily as Joe easily dragged him out and back into the tiny room down the hall. He tried to fight off Joe, but the man was just too big, and he was just too hurt.

As soon as they were back in the tiny room, Bonnie sat up, her eyes teary.

"Damon are you alright?"

Damon could feel tears burning his eyes as he was thrown on to the bed, back up and his arms were wrenched in front of him. Joe began chaining his arms to the bed, it was painful. But he was more worried about Bonnie.

"Listen… if… she…" He could hear the girl sobbing, getting a site of his back. "If she tells you to say something… do it." He begged her, turning as much as he could to see her. His back screamed in protest.

The large man easily unchained her and slung her over his shoulder moving out. He was useless to stop it, completely powerless. He tried to pull at the chains but with no luck and soon, very soon her screams began and a strangled sob escaped him.

"I'm sorry, Bonnie." He mumbled quietly, feeling as if this was his fault, as if she could have done more to stop it. He closed his eyes and pressed his face into his pillow.

(MM)

She got it much worse than he had. He couldn't understand why. He told her to say whatever the woman wanted her to say. She was unconscious when they brought her in, her backed looked completely unrecognizable.

He was dry eyed now and all that honestly remained was anger. A ball of angry energy that burned his insides, he would do something; he would find a way out of here. He watched her sleep, her face was turned towards him, sweaty and bloody, her hair stuck all over her face and she constantly whimpered in her sleep. He watched her until the light was flickered off and he could no longer see her.

Sometime the next morning she woke up and screamed loudly, scaring him out of his half-unconsciousness.

"You're fine, Bonnie. You're fine." He quickly assured. He wished he could see her.

"It hurts, Damon…" Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

"It'll be alright. Everything will be alright"

A moment later the lights were clicked on and Cas entered carrying a basin, Joe entered behind her with what looked like bandages.

"Who wants to go first?" The woman asked brightly. "What about you, Damon?"

He clenched his jaw and bit his lip. He wanted so badly to tell her off.

"Damon…" Her voice lowered with warning.

"I'll go first." He finally says.