"How long are you planning on holding me prisoner here? Huh? You can't keep me here forever!" Bonnie shouted as she stood up and off of the bed. "People will look for me!"

There was an eerie silence in the room then his laughter filled the room. He sighed and said, "Do you really think that they care about you, Bonnie?"

"Caroline cares. And so does Damon."

"Oh, he's not going to care for you once he knows that he knocked you up. He'll hate you, maybe even call you a whore and say that that little beast-spawn growing inside of you right this very second….let's play a game, Bonnie."

"I don't like games especially playing them."

"Oh, come on, Bon," he drawled out. "Games are the best part. Come on, it'll be fun. I have a surprise for you."

"No," she protested, growing impatient. "I don't want to play your fucking games!"

"If you are too stupid to notice that you have no fucking choice," he yelled through the speakers of the room, hidden from her eyes. Bonnie jumped and held in the tears that started to build up because now she was frightened.

Bonnie sobbed silently, hot tears rolling down her cheeks and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I just want you to play a game, Bonnie," he told her sweetly. Bonnie held suddenly cold, she was now wearing a long white nightgown that nearly touched the floor and had short sleeves-she was also barefoot. "Now turn around and go upstairs."

Bonnie sniffled and held her chin up high as she walked up the stairs that led out of the basement. Bonnie jumped again when his voice rang throughout the house, "Walk down till the end of the hallway, then turn left."

Bonnie noticed the elegance of the hallway. With it's cherry wood floors, old and expensive paintings on the walls on each side of her, the beautiful chandeliers above her, and statues of both women and men. She felt dirty and sticky since she hadn't been able to take a shower or any kind of washing for herself. She desperately wanted to be in Damon's arms again, tell him over and over again as she kissed every inch of his beautiful body that she loved him. If Damon had proposed to her right now than she would have said yes to him.

It hit her hard. Her true feelings for Damon came at her like a powerful wave of slaps in the face. Bonnie forced herself out of her thoughts, preparing herself for the kind of game that the psychopath had created just for her to play with him. She gulped nervously as she stood in front of the door that led to the game.

She twisted the steel handle of the metal door and pushed it open.

Bonnie walked inside of the dungeon like room and felt her knees almost give out as she saw what the game was and sobbed violently.

No!

Damon had his arm across Tyler's throat and he growled, "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Ple-Please. Rebekah!"

Rebekah looked away from him and she muttered, "How could you?"

The random girl scrambled away from the scene and out of the house. At least, she's not stupid; Damon thought and tightened his arm on his throat. He smirked at him and said, "I much prefer Rebekah in my opinion. Is she not giving up the goods for you anymore? I guess you don't just give her that craving anymore. I still haven't figured out what women see in you Lockwood men, honestly."

Tyler managed to choke out a laugh. "Shall I repeat that to Mason? Oh, boy, will he be angry."

All amusement left Damon's face in an instant and he inched closer to Tyler. "Where the fuck is Mason?"

He laughed. "Why don't you ask your sweet little negro of a-"

Damon flew into white rage and started to savagely beat Tyler. He couldn't stop and he wouldn't. The way he talked about Bonnie made Damon furious. And when anger combined with hate and possessiveness, well, let's just say that it doesn't end well for the opposing team. He couldn't hear anybody else talking to him. He kept his eyes on the ground beside Tyler's head as his bloody fist went into his now non-recognizable face. The entire time he was beating the shit out of Tyler, he was picturing Mason's face. He was being pulled off of him by four hands which he knew belonged to Marcel and Klaus. Rebekah was no where in sight, probably with her son, Charles.

Mason was back…he already hates me for Katherine's death. Blames me for it. Maybe he will kill her…no, stop it. Don't think like that way, Damon. You'll find her. You'll find her.

"Damon! You need to calm down!" Marcel's voice started to become clearer as he got his head together.

Damon shook his head and saw Kol bending down, overseeing Tyler's wounds. "I was going to…I thought he was Mason."

"Believe me, we all want to kill the motherfucker," Marcel gritted through his teeth. "But, first, we need to find him because who knows what he's to her, man. We need to keep Tyler alive. He's the key to finding her. Just remember that and we'll get to her a whole lot faster. We'll find her."

An idea came to him and he said, "You do that, but I have a much better and faster idea."

"What is it?"

"I'm calling in an old favor from an old friend. Perhaps you know him; he's notorious for his reputation as a thief and hacker." Damon said.

"No," Caroline said sternly as she walked back into the room. "You're not calling him."

Damon smirked. "Oh, yes, I am. He can help us and you know it."

"Who?" Klaus asked curiously.

"An old friend named Alaric."

"Alaric Saltzman," Marcel said. "Yeah, I know the guy. If he can help us-"

"Oh, he can and if he refuses when I ask him then I always have a plan B up my sleeve." Damon as he walked out of the bedroom, deciding to ignore the constantly bleeding cheating asshole on the floor.

"I'm afraid to ask what your plan C is now if the two other plans fail," Marcel called out.

Damon just smirked and made his way downstairs. This has to work. It will work.

"NO!" Bonnie remembered screaming at the top of her lungs.

She put her hand over her chest that heaved up and down when she sobbed. "No…"

Bonnie saw her brother; Connor had his arms and legs spread wide up on a metal table facing directly at her. He was bloody over almost all of his body. There was something like metal spikes nearing his ribs on his torso, there was a lock in the middle of his chest, obviously sealing him tight into the thing around his torso. He was shackled down to the table with no possible way of breaking free since everything was metal. Beside him was her father…he was decorated the same way as Connor was. They both looked horrible. Chains held the table up for something for them to hold onto.

They were in a poorly lit room that came out of some creepy basement from a horror film. The lights would flicker every so often and it scared Bonnie because of how creepy everything seemed right now.

They both looked at her and smiled weakly. They yelled her name for her to help them and she ran to them. She went to Connor and pulled on the metal bars around his torso, holding him there. She pulled angrily at them until Mason's voice stopped her, "That won't do anything for him. Nice try though."

"What's the game," she sobbed as he stepped away from them.

"Well, it's simple really. You have to make a decision…a choice between the two people who ruined your life, your father and brother." Bonnie froze and so did the tears on her face as she remembered that part of her life that had ruined her forever. The part that she had so desperately wanted to forget, but couldn't because it kept on coming back to slap her in the face again.

"You will have exactly one minute to decide who you will choose. You can choose neither, but that would be no fun. Once the clock on the wall rings then your time is up and the metal spikes in their torsos will rip their skin off along with their ribs as well."

"How do I save them?"

"One or neither, Bonnie. Those are the rules you have to play by. My rules. In between the two of them, there is a jar of acid hanging there. The key is at the bottom of it and you will have to get the key out of there and decide which you want to save. The father who forced you onto the streets, took care of you, ruined your life just by uttering a single word, shunned you out of your family forever and better left for dead."

"Or the brother who was the cause of everything that went wrong in your life. The one who told your parents before you even had a chance to decide to get rid of it. The one who told every one of your friends those nasty stories and rumors about you. The one who purposely introduced them and then made your ex boyfriend, Stefan fall in love with Elena Gillbert. If you really think about it, he is the one who started all of this. You wouldn't be here right now if he hadn't kept his mouth shut about you, but his hunger for vengeance got in the way of his judgment. Let the games begin."

"I'm so sorry. Bonnie, please," Connor said hopelessly. "Help me. I don't want to die….please!"

"Bonnie, help us, please," her father begged. "You're my daughter."

"I should just leave you two to both die. Fuck you both. You never gave a damn about me so why should I care about either of you. Especially you, Connor."

"Please, Bonnie, I was so blinded by my hatred for you. I didn't realize the damage that I had caused after it was already done."

"Bullshit!" She yelled. "You don't know the shit that I've been through because of you-the both of you!"

"Please," they both begged and Bonnie looked at the clock and realized that she only had forty seconds on the clock left. She ran to the jar full of acid and dove her hand. She screamed in bloody murder and agony, immediately pulling her hand out a second later, cradling it in her other hand.

"Hurry," they both shouted at her.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" she yelled at them.

She whimpered and shook as she was about to drive her hand inside of the jar again. She inhaled a sharp breath and screamed even louder than the first time as she put her hand inside of the jar which started to fill with her blood from the acid burning her skin off. Bonnie felt her hand go numb just as she grabbed the key in her hand and quickly pull it out of there. The acid had gone almost all the way up to her elbow, burning her skin with just circles of her under layer peeking out. It was horrible and sickening to even look at for Bonnie.

She tore her eyes away and held the key in her good hand. With just fifteen seconds on the clock, Bonnie made a rash and quick decision and went to Connor, unlocking his lock. He pulled the spikes out of him. Bonnie went to her father to unlock him and just as she reached, Connor pulled her back and turned her around. He made her turn her head away as the clock went off and she heard the metal snap and break apart of skin and bones.

Bonnie thrashed in her brother's arms as he held her tight to his chest. "NO! LET ME GO! NO! FUCK YOU! GO TO HELL! LET GO OF ME!"

She sobbed violently into his chest as he did as well, only he looked at what she was her father practically torn in half and mutilated.

Through her tears and cries, Bonnie swore that she could someone laughing…

TBC…

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE AMAZING REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST! Ugh, I really don't know what to say about this chapter. Especially about the last scene because that just came out of nowhere actually. I had originally planned for it to be between Connor and Stefan or Stefan and Elena, but I couldn't take away Stefan from Damon and I had so much planned for Elena so yeah. I was going to kill Connor, but you'll see next chapter why she decided so quickly to let him live. It was truly heartbreaking because of Bonnie.

She might seem to be going a little crazy actually. ALARIC'S COMING! YAY!

I hoped you all liked this chapter.

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