Elena felt a slight pain at her temple as she tried to open her eyes. At first, she was convinced she was dreaming. Her eyes darted around, under barely cracked open eyelids, without moving her head. She recognized nothing. She had been in enough situations by now, to realize that maybe she should not let on yet to being awake, until she figured out where, and with whom, she was.
Suddenly the door opened wide and a huge very dark man came in. He must have been 7ft tall. He reminded her of that guy off "The green mile" that was giant like, but nice.
However, she saw no smile on this guy's face.
He threw some clothing down on the bed and told her "Get dressed before the Master returns."
He turned and left almost as if not actually seeing her.
Elena had no intentions of putting on what appeared to her to be some sort of harem type wear.
Over my dead body, she thought to herself.
It was at that very instant she noticed a breeze. She looked down and felt her stomach hit the floor. She had nothing on.
Nothing that is but two identical bracelets.
She quickly identified what they were for (although not as pretty as the ones tucked away in her dresser at home, she unconsciously noticed). These were slave bracelets.
This could only mean one thing. "We are not in Kansas any more Toto," she mumbled to herself.
Who would do this to her? She scrambled to put the harem-ish outfit on faster than she would have guessed humanly possible. However, the voice echoed in her head "before the master returns".
She had no idea who "the Master" was, but she did not intend to find out naked!
After pacing nervously around the small but adequate room, she reached for the doorknob.
Figuring that maybe she should play this in offense mode rather than defense. She smirked to herself, thinking "and Mat thought I never paid attention to his games...TSS."
The doorknob turned easily in her hand, and she let go of the breath she did not know she was even holding.
But, when she went to step forward, she was frozen by the most paralyzing fear she had ever faced.
Comparable only to the time What's-his-name and her had to walk over that rickety bridge before he- diiieedd. Tears sprang to her eyes, with that memory, and the realization that he was not around to save her anymore. She looked down and saw no bottom. Just space. Bottomless space. She looked ahead and could see what almost appeared as the rest of the house, but no way to get there.
She step back and slammed the door, and crumpled in a heap of tears.
Who would do this to her? Where was she, where was Stefan? Why did these things seem to always, or keep, happening to her? This was supposed to Change when the Guardians turned back time.
She cried for what seemed like hours. She cried about many things. She cried until she exhausted herself, and drifted back to sleep.
The next time Elena woke, she saw a man, at least he looked like a man kind of hard telling these days, she thought to herself. He sat in a chair across the room, just looking at her. She opens her mouth to speak, but he glared her into silence.
He had black hair, black eyes, and a face that looked so hard it could have been chiseled from rock.
He scared the pee out of her. Almost literally.
She swallowed hard and asked for the bathroom. He just pointed.
As he did so, the wall seemed to open up, and a room the size of her bedroom closet at home appeared.
In it were a shower, toilet, and small sink. She practically ran into it. Unfortunately, there was no door.
She was grateful for the slight wall over-hang that seemed to work as a divider.
She relieved herself, washed up, and paused.
Until she heard him.
"COME HERE NOW". She felt nausea. Nevertheless, she was more afraid of what would happen if she did not obey than if she did.
She went and stood before him, afraid to directly look him in the eye.
His voice seemed full of Malice. As he introduced himself. "My name is MarkusValestora
. You will call me Master, is that clear!" It was more a command than a question. Not giving her time to say a thing, he went on.
"Take you clothes off". Elena just stood there horrified and dumbfounded. Her mind went a complete blank, with her mouth open, now staring at him, as if she heard him wrong.
She didn't even have time to close her mouth; much less take her clothes off, before he had her by the throat against the wall.
"My house, my rules" and with one hand he tore the clothing from her small body, while she stood pinned
Underneath him unable to breath.
"Now" he smiled a smile that never made it to his eyes, "turn around".
He in one movement was again sitting in the chair, just staring at her. He seemed to inspect every inch of her as if looking over a racehorse.
"How did you get the two scars on your back?" He asked in a voice that gave her the impression the scars some how diminished her quality.
She answered in a hoarse whisper" The high counsel of the Guardians."
"Why would they bother themselves with something like you?" he asked again.
"I had a request that angered them, so they cut me" she replied. Not daring to breathe a word to him, that she once had wings.
His eyes seemed to flash the very fire of hell it's self. "What did you ask them?"
Elena felt the sting of tears pooling in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
"To turn back time". She answered, almost in a whisper. Knowing it was not the full truth, but the rest of her request was to private to admit to this monster.
He laughed at her loudly.
Although one tear managed to escape, she stood straighter, and clamped her jaw down tightly.
She watched, as his eyes seem to start roaming from her face downward. They lingered on her throat.
She guessed by this clue, combined with his speed, along with his strength, he was a vampire.
Elena wondered if that also meant, she was dinner.
His eyes started dropping slowly downward again. Landing on her breast.
Elena felt like it was suddenly 110 degrees, (although it probably was at least 100) and her face started burning, as she tried not to show she was intimidated, and humiliated.
His eyes started roaming even further downward. Making Elena feel like she just wanted a hole to hide in, but she did not move a muscle. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing just how embarrassed she was. It is not as if he would care anyway, she told herself.
Oh God, please don't rape me, please don't rape me, please God don't let him rape me, she chanted in her head.
Markus's eyes seemed to go to her navel, and rest there.
What the hell is he looking at she wondered? His eyes seemed to change for the briefest of seconds. In what she could only, deem as an unreadable expression.
Then the cold evil slammed back down over them.
" What, were you hoping they would be able to give you back, your maidenhood?
S o you wouldn't have to lie like a cheap whore.?" With your mockery of shyness and pretense, of one who does not know the touch of a lover.." he laughed at her with hatred. "Not happening honey".
"If it makes you some how feel better, you can always pretend you didn't enjoy it, or give it up willingly.
You seem pretty good at playing the victim. I'm an excellent character study ,and you play the part well.
Who knows maybe it will be fun".
Enraged, by his words. She practically spit, her reply at him. "I am a virgin, not that you have ever probably seen one before. You probably have to take, or buy anything you want from women. I'm saving myself for the man I love! Whom is probably now, frantically searching for me.".
"You are a lying filthy whore that probably wouldn't know love if it bit you in the ass ( and I just might). However, you will find no love here. Wish all you may, but you are certainly not a maiden.. You may lie to yourself.
You may regret all you want the loss of your maidenhood or to whom it was given. Nevertheless, lie to me about it again, and I will parade you in the streets naked.
DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR ENOUGH FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND WITH THAT SIMPLE MIND OF YOURS?
You are here to serve one purpose for me, and only one. In the future, it may do you well to KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, if you plan to live."
Elena's mind spun out. She had no idea what he was talking about. Of course, she was still a virgin!
She ought to know right? Unless...he had taken advantage of her while, she was passed out. OMG what will Stefan think? All these years of saving it, as a gift to only be given to the love of her life, and now he robbed her of it. Like a thief in the night? It just could not be true. This man or whatever he was could not have taken that from her without her knowing. Could he? Wouldn't she of been able to tell in the bathroom? Wouldn't she feel different?. All of these thoughts raced through her mind.
With that, he looked back into her eyes, and said something that she never in her wildest imagination, would have thought she would ever hear. Something so horrible, it made her blood seem to run cold. Her heart thumped and skipped.
"You'll make an excellent breeder".
The room went dark.
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As some of the very talented writers on this site. This is for you amusement only, and my way of trying to give back to the writers on the site who so kindly allow us the gift of their stories.
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