A/N: Guys/gals/beautiful people that I adore, so much happens this chapter. My word. Okay, so full trigger warnings are still in effect. Reviews would be lovely.

*Side note* I got this guest review that really just rubbed me the wrong way. I appreciate all of my readers. I seriously, honest to God, do. As someone who dreams of being an actual author, it means a lot that people actually take time out of their day to read and review my stories. Now, with that being said, this reviewer had an issue with my stories painting Bonnie as an abuse victim. I don't know how much clearer I can say this, but just because you are an abuse victim, it does not make you weak. You are not a lesser person. You're a survivor and in some cases, people don't survive. My stories are fiction for a reason. I write what I know. I've had my share of shitty experiences in my life and I relate to Bonnie's character the most. I give summaries of each of my stories, so you sort of know what you're getting into, if you take the time to read the summaries. If it's not your cup of tea, I totally understand. That is completely fine. The last thing I want to do is force someone to read something he or she won't enjoy. If a story like this isn't what you are looking for, then please read something else. Thank you for letting me vent. Without further ado: the chapter.

I DO NOT OWN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.
Music Credit: "Not Gonna Die" – Skillet

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'Death surrounds – my heartbeat's slowing down.
I won't take this world's abuse.
I won't give up or refuse.

This is how it feels, when you're bent and broken.
This is how it feels, when your dignity's stolen.
When everything you love is leaving, you hold onto what you believe in.

The last thing I heard, was you whispering goodbye… and then I heard you flat-line…'
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Chapter Twenty-One:

I coughed, as I came to. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't move. I blinked rapidly and fought against my restrains. Where are we? It took me a moment to realize that we were in Klaus' room and Damon had tied me down to the bed. He has a sick sense of humor.

My mind shuddered to a halt and my thoughts went racing back to Klaus. I keep seeing him getting shot over and over again. My stomach lurched and this time I couldn't suppress it I turned my head and spewed the contents of my stomach all over the side of Klaus' bed.

"I was beginning to think that you weren't going to wake up. I tend to lose control with you, baby. I don't know what it is. You just bring out the animal side of me." He smirked. "You've gotten stronger. I can tell. You seemed so happy here. You didn't really believe that I would just let you go – did you? I can't even picture you with another man, without wanting to kill someone." He crept closer to me and pulled a switchblade out of his pocket. I jumped. He started to cut through my pants, not caring if he cut my legs in the process. Silent tears poured down my cheeks. I knew that it was just a matter of time, before it came down to this. Damon always gets what he wants. I don't know how I thought I would be an exception. He was going to remind me who I belong to… Like I could ever forget. He made me his a long time ago. I never even had a choice.

A scream tore from my throat, when I felt Damon carve something into my abdomen. I gritted my teeth, when I heard a lighter click on. I tried to move away from him, but it was no use. He held me down and I felt something white hot melt into my flesh. I screamed and waited for the pain to be over.

"Now, you'll never forget who you belong to, baby." He sneered. "God, nothing is sexier than watching you bleed… knowing that I was the one who hurt you." Damon moaned. He ran his fingers through my blood and pulled down his pants. He used my blood as lubricant and forced his way inside of me. I felt all of the hope inside of me shatter. I t didn't matter if I lived or died, anymore. I didn't care. There was nothing else that he could possibly take away from me.

I don't know how long he kept me tied up there. Time seemed to blur together. I had no way to tell how much time had passed.

Damon came and went. He never an out of new ways to torture me. I didn't know how much more my body could take. Just breathing hurt. I just wanted him to let me die in my own misery.

"Wake up, baby. You won't want to miss this. I was afraid you have been getting bored, so I brought someone else to play with." He smirked. I struggled to keep my eyes open. I didn't have any fight left in my body. I was too weak.

Damon seemed to realize this, because he took off my restraints. I hissed in pain. The zip-ties had dug into my wrists and ankles. I can feel the blood starting to flow to my hands and feet.

"What a beautiful mess I've made…" Damon took a moment to enjoy his handiwork. "Where are my manners? This is Katherine. She was my first. I made so many mistakes with her, but I perfected them on you. Isn't she a beautiful mess, Katherine?" He asked her, gesturing to me. She looked at me, horrified. She was weeping, silently. She was doing her best to not show fear.

"You're nothing but a monster." She spat at him. His lips curled into a smirk.

"You make it sound like a bad thing." He jeered. Katherine tilted her head and gave me a frantic look, while Damon was focused on me. My eyes tried to follow her gaze. Damon had gotten careless in all of his excitement. He left his gun lying next to me on the bedside table. Katherine motioned to it and I gave her a slight nod.

"I don't know why you brought me here, Damon. It's not like you're man enough to handle us both." Katherine taunted him. I just prayed that it would work. He spun around and backhanded her. She spat out a mouthful of blood. Is that all you've got? Because that's pathetic." She kept goading him. He picked her up and I knew this was my chance.

I mustered every ounce of strength I had eft in my body and managed to grab the gun. I prayed that I was strong enough to make the shot. I took a deep breath and make the shot. It hit him in the shoulder. He dropped Katherine. She scrambled up and clawed at his shirt, trying to rip it off. She pulled it enough for me to see that he wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest under it this time. I shot him in the back. He whirled around and fell to his knees. I emptied the rest of the clip inside of him.

"Bonnie? Are you okay?" Katherine asked me, as she felt him for a pulse. "He's dead. C'mon. We've got to get help/." Katherine cried. I couldn't look away from Damon's limp body. Was it really over?

"Katherine! Are you here?!" Someone yelled from outside the room. I couldn't process what was going on.

"We're in here! Call for help!" I felt Katherine's arms around me as she tried to help me off of the bed. My legs buckled from underneath me.

"They're on their way. I got worried, when I didn't hear back from you. Where are you?" The voice kept getting closer. It sounds familiar, but it's hard to focus on anything, besides all of the blood. I dropped the gun from my hands. "Oh, my God, what happened to you?"

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'No, not gonna die tonight…
We've gotta stand and fight forever (don't close your eyes)!
No, not gonna die tonight – we've gotta fight for us together.
No, we're not gonna die tonight.

Break their hold, 'cause I won't be controlled.
They can't keep their chains on me, when the truth has set me free.
This is how it feels, when you take your life back.
This is how it feels, when you fight back.

When life pushes me, I push harder.
What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger…'
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