*Please before reading the chapter read the warnings first.

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Warnings: This story contains mature adult descriptions. Strictly M rated. It is going to be a very dark story with violence, gore, abuse, rape, slave/master and non consensual themes.

This chapter includes: Violence, abuse, nudity, mild profanity, slavery, dehumanization and degradation acts, non-consensual sexual content.

***If anyone is offended by such themes and cannot cope with reading such stories I would highly advise against reading this story.

You have been warned.

Story facts:

- In this story the world is divided between humans and vampires. War has begun between the species.

- Monarchy is bestowed upon the vampire world. The Originals and the councils are the highest order. Their laws are unbreakable and undisputed. Any disobedience is punishable by death.

- Humans are treated by the vampires as slaves and as concubines. Vampires are extremely sadistic individuals.

- In this story the Originals are a lot older than 1000 years. The Originals never specifically reveal their age but it is well known to the vampire community that they have been present -at least- ever since the Roman era.

- The doppelgänger story is also different and is going to be adjusted with the timeline of this story. The first doppelgänger was not Tatia in this story but Iona. The story of Katherine and Elena is also different.

| Previously on Sanguis Vita Est |

As the doors closed behind her complete silence enveloped her. She didn't dear move or speak because no matter the silence she could feel the presence of another person near her. She could feel a pair of eyes inspecting her. She had never felt like that before in her life. It was a dangerous emotion that made her skin crawl. She had felt the exact same emotion at certain times when she was at the cell. Like someone, a certain someone, was watching her. And she was feeling it right now again.

She didn't know where she was now but this place was really cold. And the shivers she was feeling were not due to the low temperature of the room but at the sense of danger all around her. She gulped and tried to remain calm. Her hands were still handcuffed in the front so she cautiously picked them up in an effort to remove the blindfold from her eyes. But as her fingers touched the scratchy material two hands gently held her hands and lowered them down again. She instinctively tried to take a step back but those hands held her in place. She trembled with fear even though those unknown hands were not hurting her and yet right now she was feeling more terrified than when she was chained in the dungeon.

She could tell that those hands belonged to a male as he slowly caressed the length of her arms from her bound wrists up to her shoulders. He followed the line of the straps of her bra with his fingers and she froze completely.

"Don't," she whispered and for the first time true weakness showed in her tone.

Those hands didn't stop. The man moved them upwards and she felt his fingers caress the skin of her neck. They lingered there and his thumb pressed at her pulse point. She stopped breathing completely as his long fingers wrapped around his neck circling her throat completely. Her heart rate picked up and then he let her neck go and she felt his face settling at the crook of her neck. He fisted her still wet hair and she heard him breathing deeply. She stayed immovable as a statue. As he expelled his breath he gently untied the blindfold and removed the cloth from her eyes in a slow motion.

She blinked but only for a moment before her gaze was locked with a cold blue one. In front of her was standing a man. Dressed in black. He was tall with short dirty blond hair. Broad shoulders and deep blue penetrating eyes. He had a stubble and all his lips had a deep inviting color. He was standing in front of her. Inches away and she couldn't look away from his oceanic colored gaze. She was terrified of what he might do and she felt trapped and helpless. He was standing so close that she could swear she could feel heat emanating from his muscular body and seeping into her ice cold flesh. She felt the world spinning around them. She felt faint and she almost lost her balance but his hands held her by the shoulders and steadied her.

"Who are you?" she whispered with fear as she kept watching him almost mesmerized.

He smirked and his penetrating gaze traveled slowly over her half naked body taking in every detail. She blushed and his smirk got wider. He let her go and took a step back as he continued to watch her appreciatively. She didn't have anywhere to hide and she knew it was pointless so she tried to stand motionless.

He smiled and then looked at her eyes.

"Let me introduce myself," he said "I am Niklaus Mikaelson and it is a pleasure meeting you," he said with grace. She gritted her teeth. Pleasure? Sure for such a sadistic monster like him this would be quite the pleasure. There was no nobility in him. No man with an ounce of kindness would kidnap her, lock her in a dungeon and treat her they way she was treated. No man with a sense of honor would have her bound and would inspect her like she was a prostitute or something. But he wasn't a man she though. He was a monster. A vampire. And she was helpless against him.

"Why am I here?" he said as she stared up at him.

He looked intently at her but she didn't avert her eyes.

"All in good time Caroline," he said and she felt like she was going to scream.

"Seriously? You have kidnapped me! You have been treating me horribly for God knows how long and you won't tell me what it is that you want from me? Who the hell do you think you are!" she yelled at him and she felt rage blinding her as he saw his mocking gaze.

"I am the person who decides your fate now sweet Caroline," he said nonchalantly.

"So I would suggest to lower you tone and to try to contain yourself," he ordered her.

"You have NO RIGHT to tell me what to do! LET ME GO!" she yelled at him, this time even louder, as her eyes filled with unshed tears.

A slow humorless smile curved on his seemingly angelic face.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked him desperately when she realized that he wasn't going to give her any answers and he certainly wasn't planning to let her go.

He ignored her and turned his back on her. She saw him going to a wooden installed bar and pouring himself a drink. He took his time and through her teary eyes she finally noticed that she was in a very big room. An office. The lights were dim and there were heavy wooden furniture all around. Elegance and darkness. Dark colors, floors made of wood and marble columns decorated the massive space. Paintings hung on the walls along with heavy bookcases. Black and gold were the prominent colors and heavy curtains were covering all the windows. She couldn't tell what time it was. Day or night. No natural light was entering this place. She noticed that the only exits were the doors behind her and probably the windows that where hidden behind the heavy curtains. She wouldn't make it. She was also really cold. The room was freezing cold and she was still somewhat wet from the "bath" they gave her with the hosepipe at the dungeon. She stood still when she noticed that next to the leather black sofa with big pillows there was a small table with candles, champagne, strawberries, chocolate and roses. She felt nauseous as she could only hope that those things were not meant for her. God she really had to get out of this place! At the same moment even if she didn't want to the sight of food made her stomach growl from hunger and thirst. When she averted her eyes from that table she saw that his eyes were once again inspecting her, like she was a bug under the microscope, while he was slowly sipping his drink.

"I understand you are upset and I feel the need to apologize Ms Forbes. I have to admit that the conditions that led to our meeting were indeed not that civil" he said with false politeness.

She gazed upon his beautiful features with fury.

"Why am I here, what do you want from me?" she asked again with impatience.

He drank his scotch slowly.

"For starters I would like you to answer some questions," he told her.

"And if I don't?" she challenged him.

"No reason to be difficult love, not to mention it is quite pointless," he said with ease.

She remained silent.

"Do you know who I am sweetheart?" he asked.

"You said that you are Niklaus Mikaelson," she said with irony, but she kept watching him with caution.

Her heart rate picked up as she noticed that his gaze momentarily glinted with anger.

"No, I don't know who you are or what it is that you want. Isn't this obvious?" she asked him impatiently.

"Do you know what I am then?" he asked as his dark gaze roamed all over her body causing her to feel extremely uncomfortable.

"A vampire," she spat.

"Wrong sweetheart," he said amused and she looked at him surprised.

"Obviously you know about vampires," he said as he finished his drink.

"But I am a different kind of monster," he told her with delight and she swallowed hard.

"I've got some vampire. Some wolf, a hybrid," he said proudly.

She looked at him confused. She had never heard about that before.

"What does this have to do with me?" she asked with fear.

"You and I are going to spend a lot of time together. I believe it is only fair for you to know who and what your host is," he playfully said to her as he took some steps towards her. At the same moment she took some steps back and she saw him smirking.

She knew that she didn't stand a chance against him and yet she couldn't help herself from acting like this. She had to find a way to get out of this place. Away from him.

"A –lo-t of …tim-e?" she stuttered terrified.

His smile grew and his eyes turned darker.

"Yes love, you and I are going to spend some quality time together," he said and she could see that he was feeding on her fear.

"Why?" she asked yet again with a trembling voice that made her fear apparent.

"I have chosen you," he simply said.

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Chapter 2 | Part two:

Miles to go before we sleep : Frigidarium of the soul

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"I have chosen you," he simply said.

She didn't know what he meant but she didn't like the sound of it.

"Choose another," she whispered frightened. He went closer to her but she kept retreating.

"Why would I do that when I have you love?" he asked her enjoying the way her body shivered.

"Please let me go," she pleaded with him yet again. She hated her weakness but she was all out of options.

He went closer to her but she didn't move back this time. She was just looking at him from where she stood with her most pleading gaze.

He went near her and cupped her cheek as a tear fell from her eye. His thumb wiped the salty cold essence.

"As I have said I have some vampire in me sweetheart and as you know my kind is not fond of vervain," he casually said to her as he let her go. He ignored her pleading completely.

"I am sorry for what you had to endure the last days. I know the accommodations were not the best but it is a common practice for those of your kind that use vervain. Consider it an unfortunate quick detox program," he said calmly like he was talking about the weather.

Her pain and her degradation meant nothing to him she realized. He didn't care. She could be dying in front of him and he wouldn't care at all. Instead she was sure that he would be enjoying the sight of her humiliation and suffering.

She moved her head from one side to the other in despair. She tried to push her terror away but it was of no use.

He had chosen her he had said. For what exactly? What did he want from her? She could think of nothing good. If anything the only images that were created in her mind were horrifying.

And then she looked at him again as she realized something.

"Days?" she asked him in pain.

"Yes indeed. You have been with us for the last 4 days," he informed her.

More tears filled her eyes and he couldn't stop looking at her.

She was beautiful, enchanting even.

Having her so close to him was a gift he wasn't expecting. He kept looking at her body. At the sculpted curves, at the roundness of her breasts under her bra. Her underwear was not covering much and he was always a man to appreciate beauty.

And now beauty was standing in front of him. With pale alabaster skin and green eyes that shone like emeralds. Her blond damp hair seemed like heavy silken curtains around her beautiful face. Even in her breakdown she was indeed a beauty.

A beauty in despair. And he knew better than anyone that pain always created a certain beauty in the world. The tears that shined on her cheeks were making her even more alluring in his eyes and he was positive now that he would do everything he could so those tears would never dry on her face.

He was half honest with her. Indeed it was common practice to lock the humans in the dungeons the first days. That way their spirit would break and the concentration of the vervain in their blood –if any– would be eliminated.

His men had informed him that when they took her she was wearing many jewelry filled with vervain. Her clothes had that offensive substance on them and even her skin had vervain on it and she certainly must have also drunk it.

Obviously the General made sure his baby girl would always be ensured against vampires. Too bad he couldn't make sure to protect her better.

And that was the other reason why he had locked her in that cell. He wanted to make sure she would suffer. This is why he left her there for an extra day. He relished on her pain and suffering. On the way she abandoned hope.

And yet here she was standing. She was afraid and desperate but he could tell that she wasn't broken. He had managed to bend her will a little bit but sweet Caroline had a lot more to give to him. A lot of pain and so many more tears were yet to come.

He couldn't smell any vervain on her anymore. He could simple bite her and be certain but he had a much more amusing way to make sure she was vervain free.

He went in front of her again before she could react. And with a simple flick of his hands he broke the handcuffs setting her hands free.

She looked at him with surprise and he gently took her hands into his. She tried to push her hands out of his grip but he wasn't going to allow her that.

He started gently rubbing her raw and red wrists and he saw her flinching in pain. She wasn't understanding it but the way he was rubbing her skin was restoring her blood circulation and that way he could feel her blood flowing underneath his fingers. Wild and untamed. Ready to fill his mouth and feed his need for her.

The bruises were faint and there were no cuts. She didn't know it but in the water that was given to her in the cell there were always some drops of vampire blood. Not too much so she could taste it in the water or enough to heal her completely and make her feel good. But it was enough to make sure she would be able to endure the cold and to sustain her body when she wasn't given much water or food.

And now he was caressing those delicate hands that where treated so roughly.

"Caroline," he whispered and she looked at him.

Before she could avert her eyes his compulsion began and she stood motionless looking at him in a daze.

"Now let us see if the vervain has left your system, shall we sweetheart?" he smirked as he could already tell that her mind had completely surrendered to his compulsion.

"For as long we are alone in this room you will immediately obey my every command," he hypnotized her.

"Obey your every command," she repeated mechanically and he let her go. She blinked horrified.

He could tell that she was starting to panic as her heart started beating wildly under her ribcage.

She looked at him dreadfully and took a step back but he just smirked and enjoyed her reactions.

"Stay where you are love," he simply said and she stopped exactly where she was.

He could tell that she was trying to move but it was of no use.

He walked over to his desk and leaned to the surface. His hands crossed over his chest; his eyes intently fixed on her form.

"Please don't-" she started saying but he interrupted her.

"Don't speak sweetheart," he said and she opened her mouth to object but no sound came out of. She let out a frustrated noise but she couldn't speak.

He took his time watching her. She was trying to fight the power of his compulsion but it was a lost cause. Eventually she surrendered. She stood there looking defeated and scared. Sweat had covered her forehead and she looked even paler than before.

His eyes traveled all over her sensual body. He could tell that she was cold. Her nipples had hardened and he could see their rough shape underneath the lace of her bra.

He smirked at that. No need to keep barriers between his sight and her body.

"Take of your clothes. Eyes on me," he ordered her.

Her whole body tensed and a flash of pure terror passed her eyes but her hands immediately moved.

"Slowly love," he added and leaned back to make himself more comfortable while enjoying the show.

She kept her gaze locked with his as her trembling hands started moving with a will of their own. His vile arrogance was making her ill.

She unclasped her bra and then she held it in front of her chest as she slowly took her one hand out of the strap. She then dragged the bra slowly out of her other hand and let it fall on the floor next to her feet. Tears kept falling from her eyes as her breasts were now completely exposed to his gaze.

She couldn't avert her eyes from him and she saw how his dark gaze was now caressing her bare chest with crude intensity.

She bent over and she pushed the waistband of her panties down. She dragged the material excruciatingly slowly down her legs and then even more slowly she stepped out of it and let it fall next to her bra.

The chill in the room and her shame were making her body tremble with goosebumps.

She was now completely bare and vulnerable under his scrutiny.

Her eyes were constantly on him as his gaze kept following her movements like a hawk. She straightened her back and looked at him with disgust. She couldn't move from her spot but in a last effort to save some of her dignity she tried to cover her breasts with her one hand and her private parts with the other.

"Don't cover yourself," he said as he kept checking her out clearly appreciating the sight her naked form was offering to him.

Her hands fell on her sides as more tears fell on her cheeks and breasts. She couldn't even close her eyes as he had compelled her to keep her eyes on him. She clenched her hands into fists in despair.

She let out a frustrated sob but remained silent as he had compelled her. She was completely helpless and exposed.

Brutal possessiveness marked his gaze as his eyes kept taking in every detail of her exposed skin. She saw his gaze stopping at her breasts and then travelling south and stopping at the space between her thighs.

He licked his lips and looked at her eyes again.

"Turn around and stand still," he said and he made a twirling motion in the air with his hand.

She didn't have any choice and she turned around and stood still. She could feel his eyes burning her as he was watching her body from behind. She was feeling cheap and dirty. Like she was a whore posing for a potential client.

Eventually he told her to turn around again so she did.

It was like she was a puppet and he was pulling her strings. Her body was obedient and was following his each and every command. Dread covered her whole as she could only imagine what he was going to make her do.

She wanted to die. She wanted for this nightmare to end. It was like she was a piece of meat and he was marking his territory. Showing to her how helpless she was against him and how he could do anything he wanted with her. And he really could she realized with terror.

He pushed himself off the table and walked until he was standing yet again in front of her. She resigned to her fate. There was nothing she could do. She wanted to fight but she didn't have any more fight inside her. She was just an empty body. A shell of a person for him to use.

His fingertips started drawing patterns at her collarbones as her chest was rising and falling with every breath she was taking. He caressed her skin until he cupped her breasts with his warm fingers and gently squeezed them. The weight of her breasts now lay completely in his long wide palms.

He let go of her chest and then started thumbing her nipples. His eyes were locked on that part of her body memorizing every centimeter and her eyes were locked on him. She felt sick. His eyes were full with appreciation and fluttery for what he had discovered on her body and yet all she could feel was disgust. She never believed nor for a moment before that she could ever hate her body parts like she did right now. But she did.

She did hate her body because it was powerless. She did hate it right now more than ever because it had drawn his attention and his hunger. She did hate herself even more because her body was a part of her.

He dragged the nail of his index finger over her breast and around her tight nipple. The room was so cold that had caused her nipples to elongate to the point of physical pain and had turned them extremely hard.

He pinched her nipple hard and all she could do was moan in pain as he had compelled her to remain silent.

Then he started playing with the small bud, rubbing it, twisting it, pulling it. Eventually he gave the same attention to her other breast too. He then did the same to both nipples at once. The more he cruelly played with them the more he was hurting her. It was like they were made out of fire. And the more he played with them the more her shame grew.

"Exquisite," he said in a low voice laced with appreciation.

His hand travelled south and his index finger started caressing the tight area around her bellybutton.

Her heart started beating faster as she knew were his fingers would go next. There was nothing sensual in those moments. Her fear had her paralyzed. All she wanted was to scream! To cover herself. To do something, anything! Anything to protect herself from this abuse. And she could do nothing. She was just standing there like an instrument while the musician was playing an awful tragic tone with it.

He then bent his head until his lips touched her ear and he gently bit her earlobe with his blunt teeth.

"Kiss me…and don't hold back," he drawled.

She tried to resist but she couldn't. She leaned forward and crushed her mouth onto his. She kissed him will all her passion and her lips parted in order to invite his velvet tongue into the heat of her mouth.

Tears fell from her eyes as she kissed him but she couldn't stop kissing him or stop crying. She didn't have a will anymore. They had told her what compulsion did to a person but she could have never imagined that it would be like this. She couldn't act or react on her own accord. She couldn't stop her mind screaming at her for what she was doing and yet all she could do was obey his command.

His tongue swirled in her mouth driving her crazy. He knew what he was doing he could give him that. She had never been kissed like that ever before. But while her body was turning hot and needy, while her nipples hardened even more and her core became wet all she could feel was disgust. It was like she was back in the dungeon. She was helpless yet again. She couldn't move or escape from this. She wasn't a person right now. She was just a doll for him to use. Nothing more than a cheap sex toy.

She wanted to rip out his tongue, to bite him, to hurt him. She wanted to stop kissing him and yet all she could do was wrap her hands around him and press her body on to his. Her curves were molding on the shape of his muscular chest. Her breasts were rubbing on the material of his shirt. The bulge on his trousers was pressing her thigh. She was caressing his neck and she was gripping his hair. She didn't, she couldn't, hold back. She moaned in his mouth and his skillful tongue played with hers. The more she was kissing him and more she wanted to kiss him… more.

His hands wrapped around her waist possessively. He pressed her body even more to him. He could tell that she could barely breathe now. He was holding her too tight and he was ravishing her mouth leaving no room for air. Yes she was made for this he thought as he savagely kept kissing her divine mouth. He moaned as he tasted those soft sweet lips that were wet from her tears. He still couldn't believe how beautiful this woman was. He had admired the female body ever since he grew to be a man and he had seen and touched countless women in his time but she was extraordinary. She had definitely grown since the last time he had seen her.

Now she was a sight that he would never forget. The smoothness of her skin. The roundness of her perfect breasts. It was like they were made to fit into his hands. The tempting lines and the way they were curved upwards in the most pleasing manner. Not only to the sight but also to the touch. Her hard nipples and the way they stood erected begging him to play with them. He could feel them on his chest right now as he was kissing her breathless and they were making him lust for her even more.

Her toned stomach and the womanly shape of her thighs. And that perfect shaped ass and those sexy calves!

Her whole body was a vision.

She was thin but she was not too thin. He hated that when it came to women nowadays. How they starved themselves only in order to turn their bodies into moving skeletons and thinking that this was an attractive sight. No, Caroline was perfect. She had a taut tight body. And those soft alluring curls that were formed at the place between her thighs. It was like a present wrapped in the most sensual package. He couldn't wait to unpack his little gift and to have her open herself like a book to him. And he would make sure to explore every page of that book.

The urge to claim her was making him insane. He wanted to dominate her completely.

She was indeed perfect. She would become the perfect slave for him.

All the things he could do to her. In all the ways he could take her. And yet he didn't have so much time. At least for now.

He swirled his tongue into her mouth harder and then even harder.

His hands dropped lower. He enjoyed the feeling of her naked skin. His palms caressed her rear and she moaned louder. He could smell her arousal. He had ordered her not to hold back and now she wasn't. At least her body wasn't because he could feel the tears trailing down her cheeks and he could tell that her mind was hopelessly screaming at her. But she couldn't hold her compelled body's reactions back. Her juices were flowing. He grabbed her ass tighter hoisting her up higher so they could deepen the kiss from a new angle and his fingers dug in the plump flesh of her round twin flesh. He heard her whimper in pain and pleasure and he held her even tighter. His cock twitched with excitement. He was certain that the shape of his fingers would be imprinted on her ass and that made him crazy with need. He would soon mark her in so many ways.

He was surprised at the magnitude of his lust for her. He was about to give in, bend her on the table and take her right now. Preferably from her ass as he would be able to look upon and admire her bruised by his fingers skin.

But alas this was not the right time.

He reluctantly lowered her to the ground and broke away from the kiss and saw her swollen lips and red teary eyes.

He tenderly swept away her tears with his thumbs.

"Stop crying and relax sweetheart," he ordered her with a soft tone.

She sniffed and instantly stopped crying as the power of his compulsion was making her relax.

"Relax," he told her again and she closed her eyes breathing deeply.

He gently turned her around; he held her from her hips, took a step back and inspected her bruised bottom. The purplish color that was starting to form there was inviting and his palms covered it. He squeezed her cheeks enjoying the way they felt in his hands. She was completely relaxed now and she couldn't suppress her moan as she leaned back on his chest. He knew that a mixture of pain and desire could drive a woman mad and he planned to keep doing that with this sweet girl. She was an instrument of revenge but luckily for him she was also a woman he wanted to have. And have her he would.

His eyes changed and his fangs extended and grazed the curve of her neck. Her eyes were closed. He was tempted. He could have a taste and yet he restrained himself. He would wait. He wanted to do the whole ritual right. It was important for his plans to do so.

He let go of her and she drowsily tried to keep her eyes open. Relaxation was taking over.

His eyes turned to normal.

He took her by her hand and led her to the sofa. He made her sit there and enjoyed the way she flinched as her raw ass touched the leather surface and then he sat next to her. He couldn't take his eyes from her naked form. Next to the sofa from his side was a table with candles, fruits, chocolate, champagne and a rose.

He took the rose and gently dragged the flower on her neck and then slowly on her breast. He caressed her with the rose petals for some moments making sure that she enjoyed the sensation. He moved the flower over her belly and then on her right leg. The scent of the rose aromatizing her skin. He repeated the same destination at her left side too.

"You will answer my questions truthfully and with no hesitation," he ordered her as he placed the rose back to the table.

She nodded since she was so relaxed and he smiled. Compulsion was such a great gift. He decided to take full advantage of it right now because in the future he would refrain from compelling her. He wanted her alert and to obey him on her own. He couldn't wait to train her to do so. He took the glass of champagne and gave it to her.

"Drink it sweetheart slowly" he ordered her and so she did while his hand slowly caressed her thigh.

When she was done he filled her glass again.

"This one in one go love," he ordered her and she obeyed.

He filled her glass two more times and made her drink it the same way she did with her second glass. When she was done her eyes shone and he could tell that she felt dizzy and along with his compulsion completely relaxed.

"Tell me love what do you know about the weaknesses my kind has?" he conversationally asked her.

"I don't know anything about hybrids," she instantly replied with a soft voice.

He smirked and his hand slid higher on the smooth skin of her perfect thigh.

"What about vampires sweetheart?"

"Vervain is their weakness, it prevents their compulsion and it is a poison to them," she replied. No hesitation in her voice.

"What else?" he asked as he spread his palms over her firm thighs and slid them over the toned muscles causing heat to erupt.

She heavily moaned feeling relaxed and she looked at him with hooded eyes.

"Wood and sun," she whispered intoxicated.

"And?" he pressed more as he inhaled the scent of her lingering arousal.

"A stake through the heart or decapitation," she breathed.

"Would you ever take someone's head love?" he asked as his fingers grazed her upper thighs.

"If I had to protect myself," she confessed with labored breath.

He smirked evilly as he cocked his eyebrow up. She was magnificent indeed.

"What else?" he asked her as his hands slipped in the inner side of her thighs.

"I don't know anything else," she admitted feeling more and more relaxed by the minute. A voice in her mind kept telling her that this was wrong but at this point she was feeling so relaxed that she couldn't even think straight. There was a part of her that was still disgusted but she was feeling so numb.

And his touch was adding to her relaxation. All she wanted was to give in. To rest. To feel her body relax to the point of oblivion.

"Your father is General Forbes correct?" she heard him ask and she felt him grip her thighs cruelly but she couldn't even flinch at this point.

"Yes," she barely managed to say.

"And he knew about vampires before the revelation?" he heard him asking with a cold voice that deep down reminded her her fear of him.

"Yes" she said.

"He is in charge of manufacturing massive amount of special weaponry against vampires is he not?" he asked and she could barely detect the quiet menace that laced his voice.

"I don't know," she moaned in pain as his fingers dug painfully in her sensitive skin.

Klaus watched the girl intently and his fingers relaxed. Obviously the General kept his daughter away from his business. It made no difference. Caroline was to serve another purpose. He could get his information from another place.

He saw her head falling on her side like she was in trance. If he was not to remove his compulsion soon she would turn into a mass of relaxation. More or less she would be in a transient state. Ready to do anything he would ask her to do.

He smirked.

"Are you hungry love?" he asked her kindly as his fingers started gently caressing her legs again.

"I am starving," she said willingly.

He cupped her cheek and she closed her eyes and leaned her face in to his hand.

"We can't have that," he said as his thumb caressed her bottom lip.

He let go of her and she moaned at the loss of his comforting touch. He took a strawberry from the table next to them.

"Eat darling, but only by my hand," he said and offered her the fruit.

He saw her lips part and she gently bit the red fruit and started chewing it. She gulped it down and he kept watching her movements almost mesmerized.

He saw her licking her lips and he offered her one more strawberry and enjoyed seeing her blush. She was eating the forbidden fruit out of his hand.

Some juice escaped her mouth and dropped on her chin and then fell on her breast. He saw the tempting little droplet falling over the curve of her breast and standing temptingly on her hard nipple.

Before he could control himself he leaned down and took her nipple in to his mouth sucking it gently. He heard her gasp and he remembered with fondness his days in ancient Rome. Back then things were so much simpler than today. Of course this was his domain and he could still recreate those days using Caroline this time as his muse at the center of the orgies he was planning to force her into participating.

He bit her nipple and tugged it with his blunt teeth and heard her moaning. He opened his eyes and saw that her head had fallen backwards and she was panting. She was so relaxed now that his ministrations were more than welcome. She had parted her legs and her juices were flowing on the leather of the couch. He could take her right now if he so wished.

His hand found the small of her back and he pressed her to him as he languidly swirled his tongue around her sensitive nipple. He rubbed her other nipple with his thumb and middle finger but this time he was careful not to hurt her. He didn't want to interrupt her…relaxation.

He let go of the little bud that was now craving his mouth and his attention went at the face of the beautiful Goddess that was now sprawled on the sofa underneath him.

"Caroline," he whispered and he saw her blushing, "open your eyes love," he told her and so she obeyed.

He took a piece of chocolate in his hands from the table next to them and started rubbing it into his thumb and index finger until he felt it melting.

"Tell me Caroline are you afraid?" he inquired and he saw her looking at him with her big green eyes.

"Yes," she said and moaned as he slowly pushed his index finger into her mouth. He felt his body react violently as she sucked the chocolate from his finger and as her warm tongue swirled around his skin taking in all the sweetness.

"You are indeed perfect sweetheart. I have great plans for you" he said as his penetrating gaze locked with her face.

She kept sucking his finger until he pulled it out and then she licked her lips as he caressed her nipple with his now wet from her mouth fingers.

"What plans?" she asked timidly and with no breath.

"All in good time" he told her with a cunning smile as he gave her another strawberry to bite.

Juice from the fruit dropped down on her chin again and he titled her head up with his fingers; his tongue found its way to her jaw as he slowly licked the falling liquid. She breathed heavily as her eyes closed. Her body felt like a weightless mass at this point.

He held her softly by her chin and brought her face closer to his. His gaze locked on hers.

"Give me one more kiss darling…let go," he commanded her with a barely audible voice.

He threaded his fingers into her hair as her lips found his. He felt her hands resting on his chest. Her little hot mouth got lost under his as he settled himself between her open thighs. This time their kiss was slow and sensual. Her legs slid onto his own slowly. Her arms eventually wrapped around his torso bringing him closer. Her bare breasts crushed on to his shirt. He could tell that she was relaxing into their kiss and his tongue slowly caressed hers. It was a gentle motion that made her moan into his mouth.

She tasted like strawberries, champagne and chocolate. Their lips and tongues were completely in sync and they moved perfectly against each other. His hand slowly trailed the inside of her now wet thigh and was travelling north when someone knocked on the door.

Klaus sighed on her mouth with disappointment but backed away and smiled as he heard the sound of protest that escaped Caroline's mouth.

He got up and looked at the door irritated. He then looked at her as she was laid on the sofa, shamelessly sprawled, flushed and completely relaxed. He smelled the scent on his finger from her thigh and sighed deeply. Soon he promised himself.

"Enter," he said.

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A guard opened the door and two women got in the room.

Caroline blinked and then her eyes opened widely in horror.

He had compelled her to obey him for as long as they were alone in this room and now his compulsion broke. As she rapidly realized what has happened and how she has been responding to him under the veil of his compulsion she went into a new mental shock that also caused her to sober up immediately.

He watched her in amusement as a sound of pure terror escaped her throat. She immediately took the pillow that was resting behind her and covered herself with it. She moved at the end of the sofa with her knees under her chin while she tightly hugged the pillow like it could shield her from him.

Klaus looked at her amused as more tears sprang from her eyes.

"You may put your clothes back on love," he chuckled and saw her looking at him with undiluted hatred.

She didn't move though. She didn't want to be seen naked again.

One of the women that had entered his office was about to bend and take her underwear from the floor but Klaus motioned her to stop and looked at Caroline strictly.

"You can either get up and dress yourself or I can make sure you will walk around naked from now on," he harshly told her.

Caroline could tell that he meant it so she swallowed her pride and moved her legs from the couch and held on the pillow tighter. She wanted to hurt him. To hurt him really bad. He was a monster.

"The pillow remains on the couch love," he said to her and she could hear the laughter in his voice.

She didn't dare look at him though. She would die if she had to look at his mocking gaze one more time.

She took a deep breath and let the pillow go. He had already seen her naked anyway. It was not like he had left her any dignity.

She walked at the center of the room and tried to ignore the people that were there even though she knew that Klaus's eyes kept following her every move; she bent down, got her underwear and quickly wore them. It wasn't much but it was something. He had already seen her exposed and touched her but she didn't want to walk around him naked. She didn't want for him to watch her or touch her ever again. And yet something told her that it was unavoidable. And that made her physically ill.

"See that wasn't so hard was it?" he mocked her.

Logic told her to keep her mouth shut but before she could stop herself she looked at him with all her hate.

"Go to hell!" she screamed at him.

The two women gasped and looked at her horrified but Klaus just laughed.

"Only if you come to keep me company," he seductively told her and then his eyes shone with mischief, "Which reminds me. Rose take Caroline to her new establishments and make sure she will be presentable for the hearing tonight," he said to the taller of the two women.

"What hearing?" Caroline asked with fear.

Klaus smirked at her and then went in front of her. She tried to take a step back but Klaus roughly held her from her upper arm.

"Rose and Anna here are vampires sweetheart. You will follow their instructions and you will behave or else they will have to force you into submission. In such case the guards have orders to assist them." He told her apathetically and she shivered with fear.

He leaned his head closer to her and she turned her head to the other side. She really despised him. His nose caressed the column of her neck.

"For your own good I highly advise you to make sure that such extreme measures won't be necessary." It was a clear thread delivered in a seemingly polite tone.

"Make sure she also eats and sleeps," he said to Rose and handed Caroline over to her. Rose nodded.

"Please Caroline follow us," the woman Klaus referred to as Rose told her.

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She reluctantly did. She didn't want to stay anywhere near Klaus anymore. Anything would be better. Even the cell they kept her in the last days would be better. Her heart broke as she remembered Klaus telling her that she was in this place for the last four days.

She had been abused and humiliated with more ways she could count for so many hours. Her parents would worry for her so much by now. They would know that she was missing and they would have probably guessed that she was at the hands of vampires. For the first time in her life she missed them dearly. She would give anything in order to be able to see them again and to return to her dysfunctional family. They were not perfect but they cared for her. At least with them she was living as human and not as an animal or as a whore.

She followed Rose and Anna followed behind her. Just as they were going to get out of Klaus's office and before she could even blink Anna had blindfolded her yet again. They didn't tie her this time but Rose warned her not to try to take the blindfold from her eyes for her own good.

They held her from her arms and kept dragging her along. At least they were not hurting her.

She didn't know where they were taking her. Her heart was beating with fear. Klaus mentioned new establishments so logically they were not taking her back to the dungeon but that could also mean that they were taking somewhere even worse.

They walked endlessly and she felt herself being picked up again. She assumed they were climbing some stairs. It felt weird that a woman could pick her up so easily but then she remembered that they were vampires and that meant that they were stronger. She wouldn't have a chance if she tried to escape them. They were stronger and faster. And yet somehow she knew that given the chance she would try. No matter what she would try. She wanted to do it right now but she knew that she wouldn't be able to go far and she would hate to get tied up, or even worse to get compelled again. She would have to wait for the opportune moment. Surely one would come. And then she would run and get the hell away from this hellish place. She only prayed for this to happen fast because she didn't know what would Klaus do to her in her time here.

After some minutes they let her stand on her feet again and then she heard doors opening and then closing behind her.

Rose pushed her gently forward and she took some steps and shivered. This place was even colder than Klaus's office. What was it with vampires and cold? She wouldn't be able to survive long in this place if she had nothing to wear. This temperature wasn't one she could bear. Not without clothes.

The women made her walk more but this time she could feel a plush carpet under her feet. Then she heard more doors opening.

Eventually the two women helped her go down some stone stairs. They were quite slippery but one of the girls was holding her tight by the arm and was giving her instructions were to step. After a point she could swear that she was descending a circular stone stairway. She was quite anxious because with every step she thought she was going to fall.

Then she heard another door opening and they got her into a place where the air was crisp and cold. She involuntary shivered as she took a deep breath.

Rose took out the blindfold and she blinked a couple of times in surprise.

What was this place?

Torches were alight everywhere. On the walls and on poles. There were some bronze chalices on marble columns with fire sparkling inside them. Dim and bright lights were casted by the fire illuminating this place with an eerie glow. The room was vast and solely made out of marble and mosaic. Turquoise and black shades everywhere.

But that was not the weird part of it.

In the middle of it there were…baths! This looked like an extravagant bathhouse that didn't belong in this time.

She couldn't even describe what she was seeing as a bath. It was more like embedded marble pools on the ground in different places divided and surrounded by special chambers. Three of them. Extremely large and they seemed deep. At the one of them she could see steaming air coming out from the water and circulating around the chamber that pool was in. The luxury of this place was unimaginable. She never thought she would ever be in a place like this and yet she was. As a prisoner. Or even worse she thought. As Klaus's slave or…whore.

Still though, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was like it was taken out of an epic historical era movie or something.

Grand walls and ceilings. Latin inscriptions everywhere. Marble stairs and benches. Intricate sculpted pillars. Rustic paintings and statuses. Spacious chambers. And the dreamy sight of the pools. Their midst look dark and they reflected the orange light from the fires of the torches all around them.

She was speechless.

"What is this place?" she whispered.

"Welcome to the baths of the estate," Anna told her smiling.

She couldn't speak.

"We need to prepare you," Rose said.

"Prepare me for what?" Caroline asked feeling uneasy.

"Please follow me," Rose told her with a polite tone while completely ignoring her question.

Caroline didn't have a choice since Rose took her from the hand and pulled her forward with her. From her firm grip she could tell that she was quite strong.

She decided to remain passive for the moment. She didn't want to cause to herself any more problems and she still remembered Klaus's threat about his guards coming to force her to obey and she certainly didn't want that. At least Rose and Anna seemed relatively nice so far.

Rose took her to a chamber that had towels and robes. Shelves, hangers and benches.

"This is the apodyterium," Rose told her and Caroline looked at her confused.

"The changing room," the vampire informed her smiling. Then Anna came where they were with a similar gentle smile. She supposed that they were trying to make her feel comfortable but that was impossible.

"Please take of your clothes," Anna asked her.

She started getting afraid and she chewed her lip feeling trapped again.

"No need to worry," Rose said, "We are going to help you take a bath and get cleaned, we won't hurt you."

She swallowed as she felt Anna's hands unclasping her bra. She closed her eyes as they took it away from her. Her panties followed. She wanted to scream. It was like her body was public property. No one was asking her. They just did whatever they wanted with it. Her shame was still there but not as intense as before and that scared her the most. Especially after what had happened with Klaus in his office. Tears burned her eyes but she remained silent.

She had to believe that deep down her pride was intact. She didn't have a say on this. She couldn't even fight not because it would be just a lost cause but because she needed to remain unharmed and strong if she wanted to find a way to escape. She just prayed that something like that was not just a hope. Deep down she was still Caroline. They couldn't take her pride away.

Her eyes widened as she saw Rose and Anna also disrobing. She felt her instincts alarming her but she tried to control her mind's reactions. They said that they were not going to hurt her. She didn't know why but there was something in Rose that made her trust her.

Then Anna took two robes with her, some towels and washcloths and along with Rose they led her back to the baths.

They took her to the first pool. But they didn't tell her to get in. They first got her to sit to a bench and with the use of wet cloths they started rubbing and cleaning her. Rose was standing behind her and Anna had sunk on her knees in front of her. This proximity made her feel bad. She tried to move but Rose held her still and they continued cleaning her. Their movements were precise and a little harsh. Obviously it wasn't the first time they were doing that.

When they were done Rose started rubbing her skin with a dry cloth and she noticed that Anna took a basket from a platter next to them and went to the pool. She then started tossing flower petals inside it. She went to the other chambers and did the same with the other two pools.

Rose took her by the hand and led her to some steps in the first pool. She cautiously stepped inside the clear water and yelped at the sensation. The water was extremely cold.

Rose went in with her but she didn't seem to feel uncomfortable at all. Anna handed her a soap and another washcloth. Rose laved the cloth over her skin.

"This is called the frigidarium," she informed her as she could see that she was trembling from the cold water.

Caroline looked at her with confusion.

"It means cold bath," Rose said.

"Latin?" Caroline asked as Rose kept scrubbing her and as she tried to ignore the feeling of her body being at someone else's control.

"Yes, these baths are identical with those that were used in ancient Rome," Rose told her and Caroline just realized that she was really standing amongst…vampires! They were really old.

Rose laughed.

"I am not that old Caroline," she said with a knowing smile.

Caroline's eyes darkened.

"But he is?" she asked and she couldn't keep the smidge of fear out of her voice.

"Yes," Rose said with no emotion and Caroline's heart sank. She remembered her father telling her that the older a vampire was the stronger he was getting. And obviously Klaus was really old. She really didn't stand a chance against him.

Her teeth chattered and she wanted to get out of this bath but Anna kept splashing her body with cold water from a bowl while Rose was lacing her stomach with the soap. This was definitely different from the bath they gave her with the hosepipe in the cell but it was still cold and degrading.

The washed her hair also. Again she cringed as they used the same scented shampoo. Lavender and lilac.

He must have been watching me for a long time she thought. And if he knew simple details like what kind of a shampoo she was using then he probably knew everything about her.

He must have also known that her father and her mother were fighting against vampires. Maybe this is why he had taken her. She really didn't know what it was worse. For him to keep her here because of her family or because he wanted her personally? In any case the result was remaining the same. She was in his hands.

Rose and Anna kept washing her and all she could feel was cold. She was shaking and she gritted her teeth. She wanted to shove them away and get out of this pool and this place in general. But she was trapped inside this place and she also felt trapped inside her body. She felt her skin turning ice cold. She knew that vampires were having pale skin and cold skin and obviously now they had managed to do the same with her body also. The only problem was that she wasn't a vampire and her human body couldn't bear this.

By the time they took her out of the bath her lips had turned purple.

Rose then took her to the second pool.

"This is the warm bath," she told her "or else Tepidarium."

"You will feel more comfortable in it," Anna promised her.

They took her in it and she sighed with relief. The water was indeed warm. At first she thought that her body would go into shock from the temperature change but the warm water was more than welcome. It was soothing and it was the first sense of warmth she had felt in days.

This time Anna went in with them. They kept washing and decisively scrubbing her body.

At one point she huffed with annoyance and tried to take the cloth from Rose's hands.

"I can bathe myself you know," she said as she tried to resist Rose's care.

"I have my orders Caroline, please stay still" was her answer as she jerked her hands away and kept washing her with ease.

This time they used a creamy body wash on the washcloth instead of soap. Anna was pouring water over her with the bowl while silently humming a melody. The flower petals that were in the water were all around her and were giving to the water and to her body their scent. They were trailing the wash cloth all over her body. At her every inch; which was making her feel extremely uncomfortable. At one point Rose led her deeper in the pool until the water covered her body all the way up her neck. She closed her eyes and tried to relax as a tear fell on her cheek. Anna was massaging her shoulders and Rose her hands. The warm water had managed to make her relax a little bit for the first time. Her sore and tense muscles were welcoming this care even if her mind refused to do so.

She even dived inside the water. Rose didn't allow her to stay long underwater but for a moment she imagined how it would be like if she where to stay there and drown. Anything would be better than having to give in to Klaus and endure whatever he intended to do with her.

Eventually they moved her to the third steaming pool and she couldn't stop herself from trying to get out. The water was blistering hot. It almost felt like it was frying her skin. But Rose held her in there. She said that this was the caldarium which meant a very hot pool. Tears sprang from her eyes and she tried to relax. In the last days she prayed for heat but this felt like it was more than her body could take.

Rose and Anna didn't use washcloths this time. They rubbed some of the shampoo and the body wash on their hands and started massaging her body with it. Her skin was getting really soft and red but they kept scrubbing her body. As the minutes passed by she could swear that instead of her body becoming more accustomed with the hot water she was getting more uncomfortable to the point where even breathing felt painful. Her pores were opening and her skin was in pain.

But the worst moment was when Anna's fingers touched her genitals. She yelped and tried to put some distance between them but Rose forbid it and Anna kept fingering and cleaning her private areas with her hands. Her own choice was to close her eyes and to try taking some mental distance. For a moment she even managed to do that and pretend like she was alone in the world but this moment didn't last long. The more they were treating her body like this the more her soul ached.

Then they used an oil wash and massaged her skin for a long time. Even though she was feeling the heat pouring all over her flesh and burning her, the steams from the bath and the hot water made her feel sleepy.

Eventually her suffering ended and they took her out of the caldarium. Even the floor in that chamber was hot.

Rose brought then small metal curved tools with different shapes and sizes which she used to scrap her body with. Each tool applied to a different body part. It was not painful and from what she had seen it was taking away any remaining excess of oil, water or foam that was left on her body. She didn't know how those things were called nor did she want to learn. All she wanted was for everything to come to an end.

At last they used towels to dry her now sensitive skin and her wet hair; then both of them wore silk robes but they didn't give her one. They left her bare and she tried to keep herself from screaming yet again. Obviously she was a lesser person than them.

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Rose led her to another spacious chamber that looked like a garden. Anna was following right behind. All sense of shame was long gone and she didn't even bother to feel bad for her nudity anymore.

She looked around as she casually walked and she was amazed. So many flowers and colors littered this place. It felt like she was in wild nature's womb. Those gardens, the bath house gardens as Rose called them, were nothing less than majestic. She noticed that the floor was made from mosaic and had beautiful patterns and shapes. All around were lit up torches and their glow illuminated the gardens and made them look like a dreamy scenery. She could feel humidity and coldness all around her and the smell from the plants was heavy. She couldn't understand how all those plants and exotic flowers could survive without day light until she tilted her head up and saw covered window panels. Obviously this place had access to natural light but right now not even a fade ray of light was reaching this cold place. She furrowed her eyebrows then. She just realized that she didn't know if it was day or night. She had lost all concept of time. That was really unsettling and made her feel really confused.

Klaus told her that she was kept in this hell for four days so logically it had to be Sunday but she wasn't sure if Klaus had been even honest with her in the first place. He could be lying about the amount of time and the days she was here. From what she had gathered from the little time she spent with him he was a great manipulator and a sadist. She couldn't and she wouldn't trust anything that would come out of his mouth. He had proven that all he wanted was to play with her mind and…her body.

She shivered as she remembered the deprived way he had treated her in his office and how he had forced her to kiss him and be his sex slave even for a little while and she wrapped her hands around her naked body in a last effort to cover some of her lost dignity and to offer some security to herself even if she already knew that it was a false and a fleeting emotion.

"What time is it?" she suddenly asked Rose but she got no answer. She turned her head in hopes that Anna could answer her but she got no answer from her either. She gritted her teeth in rage.

She tried to contain herself. She had no chance against two vampires right now. She didn't even know how many others were in this place and she was naked and all alone here. She didn't have any vervain or any weapon she could use against them. She would have to wait for the opportune moment. She had to find a way to escape and if she could stake Klaus at the process then even better!

She continued to walk through the gardens and noticed that there were also on-site libraries, lounge chaise chairs, tables with candles and even complexes with exercise areas.

Eventually they reached their destination and Caroline looked at the two vampires in confusion.

In front of her there was a professional massage table. It was made from metal and black soft leather. There were candles and torches around the table in a way that it was clearly illuminated like there was a spot light above it.

Next to the massage table were small tables with all sorts of bottles and sponges on them. She could tell that some of the bottles contained oils and lotions.

Caroline felt uncertain about this but remained still. Anna placed a sheet over the table and nodded to Rose.

Rose gently took her by her arm and led her to the table. For Caroline this looked more like a sacrificial altar than anything else.

"Please lay down Caroline," Rose instructed. She looked at Rose a little bit uncertain but Rose had a reassuring smile on her lips. She sighed because there was nothing reassuring about the situation she was in but she went and sat on the table.

As her bottom touched the soft sheet she flinched in pain. She remembered the way Klaus's hands had marked her ass and she could feel the bruised area complaining. She was in a lot of discomfort especially now that her skin was soft after the baths they gave her. She huffed and then Rose pushed her gently until she was lying on the massage table.

She couldn't help but sigh in relief when her head rested on the soft and comfortable pillow that was on the table. All this time they had kept her in chains and on the dirty hard floor of a dungeon. Being able to lie back on comfortable furniture again was something that almost made her scream in pleasure. And she also realized how many things that she considered granted in all her life were actually comforts and privileges and now they were violently taken away from her.

She had closed her eyes for a moment and she forgot even for a little while that she was all naked in a prison and in the mercy of vampires.

She then suddenly jumped up in fear when she felt two hands massaging her belly. Rose pushed her back again and she slowly did as she watched Rose putting some lotion on her hands. The cream smelled really good and then Rose's hands found her skin again.

"No need to worry Caroline, we are just going to offer you a massage, it is a pleasurable necessity after the bath," Rose gently said as her hands started massaging her sore and tight muscles.

Caroline said nothing and looked at the ceiling. The windows up there were made from vitro glass but above them there was nothing but darkness. Logically she assumed that the metals that were above the glasses could open and the sun would then enter this gloomy place. Because no matter the beauty of this place she couldn't help but feel a certain darkness all around.

"The massage will also help you feel better," Anna said happily.

"Let me go back to my home and I will feel much better!" Caroline snapped at them without sparing them even a glance.

She didn't get any answer but soon enough Anna joined Rose and both of them kept massaging her body. They used essential oils, lotions and perfumes. Ointments and pastes. They massaged her neck, her breasts, her stomach and her legs.

Soon enough she felt her eyes fluttering close and herself drifting away. Next to her the smell from the candles was making her feel weak and her body was finally getting some good attention. The flames from the torches all around and above her were causing heat and were casting a soft glow on her skin that was now shining from the oils Rose and Anna were using.

They definitely knew what they were doing that was for sure because she had never gotten a massage like that before. They knew how and where to apply the right amount of pressure and how to massage her skin and muscles. Sometimes they were using more strength and some other times they were gentle. They were lifting her hands and her legs as they kept rubbing her skin but she wasn't complaining or feeling ashamed. Somehow this didn't feel any bad or degrading. At least for now.

"Anna please order some fruit for Caroline," she heard Rose saying to Anna, "and bring me the wax oh…and get rid of her former clothing."

At that Caroline's eyes shot open and she picked herself up.

"What? No wait! Don't throw them….please," she pleaded with Rose.

That underwear was the only thing she had to wear even if they were not hers. She didn't want to stay naked anymore and at this point she pretty much believed that they would force her to parade in front of everyone in her birthing suit.

"You can't wear them anymore Caroline," Rose said with an even tone, "Lord Klaus will provide your clothing from now and on and he has certain…preferences" Rose said.

Caroline sucked her breath. "Certain preferences"?

"Like hell he will!" she yelled and tried to get up from the table. Her anger had spread in her mind like wildfire and all she wanted was to get out of this place.

Why the hell were they doing this to her?

"Behave Caroline," Rose said strictly as she kept her in place.

Caroline started struggling against the woman's hold with a fury that clouded her judgement. Logically she knew that Rose could hurt her and so could Anna and even worse they could call for more vampire guards like those she had seen in the dungeon. But now she didn't care. All she wanted was to get out.

"No! You can't do this…you don't have the right! Let me go," she screamed desperately.

Rose shook her them and held her still in a way that she couldn't move. She noticed Rose's eyes and she saw nothing there this time.

"Do I have to call the guards?" Rose asked her with a cold voice and shivers run through her body.

She froze and her eyes glowed with tears as fear surged through her mind again. Her maddening anger subsided and she shook her head in submission. Her survival instincts were kicking in. If they had to force her into this it would be much worse and she knew that they would.

Then Anna took her hand.

"Please Caroline. We have certain orders. If we don't follow them we will be punished and so will you. Don't make this anymore difficult that it has to be," she said with a low voice.

"Listen to Anna. There is no way out of this," Rose told her and looked at her with honesty.

The undertone of fear in Rose's voice made her comply. More tears fell from her eyes. She gave up and sat compliantly on the massage table, her head hanging down.

Rose instructed her to lie down and Anna left the room.

Rose began massaging her with lotions again but this time she wasn't enjoying this. All she wanted was for everything to just stop.

"Turn around," Rose instructed her.

Caroline did as she was told. Her will to fight or even protest gone.

Rose started massaging her legs again; her hands, her back and her shoulders but when she touched her sore bottom Caroline moved with pain. The places were Klaus had touched her hurt. She could tell that she was severely bruised. The thought that the shape of his fingers was shaped in the form of bruises on her skin made her want to scream. So she did in frustration and hit her hand on the table in despair. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. She couldn't believe the way he had treated her. Nor could she believe that he had bruised her like this in purpose. He had branded his whore she thought and punched the pillow on the head of the table.

Rose didn't say anything and kept massaging her.

She bent over her and then she whispered on her ear.

"Not all of us consider humans to be lesser beings Caroline," Rose whispered.

Caroline froze and blinked while Rose kept talking.

"But lord Niklaus does. He wants you and after tonight he will have complete ownership over you" Rose warned her.

Caroline slightly turned and looked at the vampire.

"What are you-"

Rose put a finger on her mouth and stopped her from talking.

"Don't provoke him and always do as his says and obey. It is your only way to make your life less miserable," she told her.

Caroline looked at Rose with fear and then fear gave its place to determination.

"If this is the way my life is going to be from now and on then I would rather die," she said with an unyielding emotion. She would be damned if she were to allow herself to live like this. Like some sort of a concubine for an insane vampire. She would wait until she could escape but if there was no way for that then she would rather die. Anything would be better than surrendering her body and her soul to Klaus.

"He won't let you die, not on your terms anyway. Just obey," Rose urged her.

"I will never do that," she defied.

"Then you'll suffer," Rose told her sadly. She was making it clear that this was going to be her fate and there was nothing she could do to make it…to make him stop.

An ominous feeling filled her heart and she clenched her eyes shut. No. Even death was preferable she thought. If things would come to this then this would be her escape.

Caroline laid her head back on the leather and looked in front of her as Rose kept pampering her body this time in silence.

She definitely felt like she was a concubine and they were preparing her to meet her master. She guessed that this was what was actually happening.

Her mind refused to pay attention after that.

Eventually Anna came back. She had brought some boxes and packages with her. She also brought some beverages and fruits but she refused to have any.

Rose told her to lie on her back again. She then used hot wax on her legs and underarms. It was quite painful but she didn't make a sound.

But when she told her to spread her legs Caroline remained motionless.

"You need to be completely waxed," she said and Caroline lost all color from her face. Her heart roared under her rib cage but she stayed still.

Anna held her back from her shoulders and more tears fell once again.

The table was automatic and Rose drew a lever and two stir ups extended from under the recliner. Rose then strapped her legs on the stirrups while Anna kept her firmly in place. She didn't want to do any of this. Her completely exposed body was being subjected to things she didn't condone. Her personhood was not at stake anymore, it was completely gone. She felt like she was a corpse and they were preparing her dead body for her defilement and then her funeral.

When the hot wax covered her most private areas she felt completely degraded. Not even her days in the dungeon made her feel less of a human being than now and that said something considering what had happened to her in that awful place.

She could do this on a spa yes. But this was something different. They were using her body against her will. There were forcing her to follow a ritual that would lead to her rape. They were already raping her.

Some cloth straps were placed upon the waxed areas and when Rose pulled them off she screamed. She screamed with all her strength. She didn't scream just because of the blinding pain. She screamed for everything that happened and kept happening to her. She screamed because she didn't feel like a human anymore. She felt like an empty cell. Like a whore.

She felt like she was slowly dying in the inside. She was being objectified. Turned into a sex toy for someone's pleasure. Someone that wouldn't just take her body but also her personality and her dignity. Klaus already had shown his true colors. His compulsion proved how helpless she was against him. Rose talked about ownership and they were preparing her body in a certain ritual because he ordered it. She was going to being sent to be raped and destroyed.

"Shh it's okay, the worst part is over," Anna said as Rose applied some soothing lotion on the sensitive and now waxed skin and then unstrapped her legs from the stirrups.

No she thought. The worst part was yet to come.

Rose and Anna then laid her on the massaging table again and started rubbing her skin with scented oils. Eventually her skin became extra soft and practically glowed. The scent the oils had left on her body made her physically ill. They were transforming her into the perfect sex toy for Klaus. Just the idea of it was sickening.

They made her sit on a chair after that. She felt like a zombie. She was following commands and doing as she was told.

Anna curled her hair and Rose put makeup on her face.

After what felt like hours they were finally done.

Anna then handed her a simple strapless white dress. She was shocked. It was a decent dress that covered everything. The skirt was falling down her knees and the fabric was simple and smooth. Not to mention that it was warmer than the underwear they had given her before.

When they helped her put the dress on she finally felt a little bit as a person again. They gave her no shoes or underwear but the dress was enough to make her feel human again. But she was certain that this wasn't meant to last for long.

And it wasn't because soon enough the blindfold was back on her eyes.

She walked corridors and climbed stairs. She wore no shoes but her feet were touching carpets and marble and wooden floors. Eventually she had heard doors opening and closing behind her again.

Rose and Anna were with her constantly instructing her and telling her when they were approaching stairs or where to stop. She had heard male voices when they stood still before she heard doors opening. She assumed that those men were guards and she was scared that they were leading her into another cell again but as the doors closed behind her Rose took the blindfold from her eyes and she saw that this time they had led her to a bedroom.

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Rose turned on the lights and Caroline's mouth opened.

The room was enormous and elegant. It was painted with red and cream colors. The ceilings were accented with gold details. On the walls hung magnificent paintings and furniture made out of dark wood and ivory were scattered all around the room. She saw huge mirrors and several low tables. She saw heavy curtains covering what she imagined were glass doors or windows.

There was also a beautiful fireplace on the one side of the room which was a contradiction because the room was really cold.

There was a dresser and also a long wide wooden and glass surface that had bottles of several drinks, crystals and tumblers on it.

There were plush carpets and recliners made from black wood and leather with intricate carvings. Books and candles on tables.

She also saw a small closet that had sculpted shapes on its surface. From what she could gather from the abstract art the shapes were depicting the Garden of Eden, the snake and Eve with an apple. There were also some demons too.

She bit her lip when she saw the prominent piece of furniture in the center of the room. It was a king sized canopy bed made from dark wood.

She had never seen a place like this. It was huge and it looked like it was meant for royalty and then she shuddered. "Lord Klaus" they had said. This had to be his room and somehow this whole room seemed to be in sync with his character or at least what she thought his character was.

Rose and Anna were standing behind her as her eyes scanned the room and she bit her lip harshly. She never thought she would think this but somehow she would have preferred the dungeon than this room. She didn't like being in here and she didn't like what this meant for her.

"This is Klaus' bedroom isn't it?" she asked but she got no answer. Nor did she had to. It was. She knew it was.

She looked at the bed again.

The huge soft bed seemed too inviting and terrifying to her. Even though her body had somewhat relaxed under Rose's and Anna's care -and she desperately tried to delete from her memory how had Klaus had forced her to relax some hours before- her bones still ached and she craved to sleep on a normal bed like a human again but she also was horrified by the idea of been forced to use that bed with Klaus.

But then she noticed that at the wall that was on the opposite of the bed at its left side there was a wooden cot. It was made purely from black polished shiny wood. The surface looked hard and uninviting. Its legs were wedged on the floor so it seemed unmovable. It was really low. Basically in was just centimeters above the floor. It would be like sleeping on the floor actually. She flinched as she realized that this was not meant to be a bed or to provide any comfort; it was just meant to store an object, her.

She saw that the narrow cot was much lower than the bed against it. She realized that it was meant to be that way. The bed was above the cot as the vampire was above the human. Like this the human would always be at the vampire's feet and the vampire would look at the human from above. All was created in a way to emphasize the superiority the vampires supposedly had over humans. They were doing this with every single detail.

Then her heart stopped when she saw that there were four golden shiny sparkling chains with cuffs on them attached to the legs of the cot. She froze. There were also some chains hanging on the wall above the cot. At one chain there was even a golden collar attached! NO! NOT THAT! They were going to chain her again. And this time even worse than before? She wasn't an animal! Why did they have to treat her as such?

Rose gently pushed her towards the cot. Caroline looked pleadingly at her but there was no point.

She gulped and she obediently sat down on the cot; Anna knelt beside her and reached for one of the cuffs. Then he made her lie on the hard narrow bed.

"Please don't," she begged them and she sat up as horrifying memories from the dungeon returned to her mind. She knew she had to fight harder but at this point she was tired and she felt like she had no fight in her anymore. She was emotionally exhausted and she wanted a time out but being tied up was not her idea of a break.

"All unattended humans must always be restrained. It's the law," Rose said as Anna gently took her legs and cuffed them. The cuffs and the chains were really heavy. She could barely lift her legs now. She looked at them and realized that those restrains must be made from real solid gold.

The length of the chains could be adjusted. Anna locked this one in a way that it was really short and restricting. Like this she could sit and lie down on the cot but she couldn't get her legs up.

Rose then put on the floor a tray. There was a sandwich and a glass of milk on it. Her stomach growled at the sight of food. The strawberries and the chocolate Klaus had fed her were not enough to sate her hunger. And it wasn't meant for that anyway. She furiously blushed and tried not to think about that because it made her mouth dry with bile.

Rose and Anna waited until she ate her food and drank the milk.

"Please lay down Caroline," Rose told her.

She was just too tired to object. She did as she was told and then Rose handcuffed her hands. At least this time her hands were cuffed on her front. Rose then attached a chain on her handcuffs but fortunately left a lot of slack in this one. Unfortunately though the weight of those golden cuffs and of the chain were similar to those on her legs so she could barely move her hands anyway.

Caroline sighed but there were no tears left for her to shed.

Rose then brought a syringe from a near table and Caroline's eyes shot open in trepidation.

"What is that?" she practically yelled.

"Just a light sedative to help you sleep," Anna told her soothingly.

"No! NO! Don't you dare! NO!" she yelled at them and started struggling against the chains. This was her limit. She didn't care anymore. She couldn't think logical and force herself to stay calm in order to find a way out eventually. She had to get out now. She couldn't allow to them to treat her like that. She didn't care if they would hurt her or even kill her; she had to stop them. Somehow she had to!

Anna held her down but Caroline kept struggling.

Rose approached her with the syringe.

"Your body has gotten awfully harassed Caroline. You need to get some uninterrupted sleep that will help you truly rest and relax." she said to her.

"Enough with the RELAXING thing! And my body was perfectly fine before you monsters kidnapped me!" she screamed at them and kept fighting against Anna hands even though she knew that this was a fight she couldn't win. The chains rattled and that caused her more despair.

"Maybe we should compel her," Anna suggested to Rose.

"No, Lord Niklaus has forbidden it," Rose said and crouched down in front of the cot and prepared the syringe.

Of course Klaus had forbidden it she thought in a rage as she kept struggling against Anna. He wants to have this pleasure all to himself. The jackass! The sociopath! The sadistic psycho!

She started yelling and cursing at them but mostly at him hoping that somehow he was close enough and he could hear her!

"Hold her down," Rose told Anna and moments later the needle was embedded into her shoulder.

It was useless she thought. She was never going to get out of this.

"Get some sleep Caroline," Rose said as she removed the needle.

"I don't have a choice do I?" she mumbled as the drug was rapidly affecting her.

"No you have not," Rose told her as her eyes closed and she fell into a deep slumber.

Outside the glass windows the moon was rising.

It was almost time. He would have to go the hearing soon he thought with a smile. In a few hours Caroline's fate would be sealed and her life would be handed to him.

Right now he was comfortably sitting at his leather chair behind his office watching at his computer screen. The light from the screen was illuminating his features in the darkness of the room. His eyes fixated on the sleeping form of the blond woman that was chained at the cot in his bedroom. She would spend a lot of time chained there he thought with glee as his finders touched her idol on the screen. He took out the flash drive from the computer and placed it into an envelope. He opened a drawer and put it in along with the other flash drives he had in there. In that drawer he would keep all the documents that concerned sweet Caroline. It would be more or less a diary. Each and every moment she was spending here was recorded and saved into separate usb sticks. He had already recorded her time in the cell and had also printed multiple photos. He would have to print photos from her little time in this office with him. The more the better he though with a smirk.

There were cameras at each and every corner in his mansion. Hidden from plain sight. He had recorded Caroline's moments in his office this morning and now via the live connection he had from the hidden cameras in his room he could see her sleeping.

She didn't know it but she had been sleeping through the whole day. He could tell that she had been disoriented this morning and she couldn't tell what time it was. This is why he had ordered her to be blindfolded and why no natural light was allowed to the rooms she were to spend any time in. This is why he had ordered Rose to get her to the baths in the basement of the mansion and not to his private baths that were connected with his bedroom.

He loved Roman baths and this is why in all his personal estates he had made sure to recreate the actual environment of the baths he had become accustomed with centuries ago. The baths where Caroline was prepared in were an exact replica of the ancient Roman baths he had visited in Pompeii many centuries ago during the Roman Republic. It actually had to be during 86 BC if he was not mistaken.

The baths here in his mansion were created by his own personal drawings and designs that were similar to those Caius Sergius Orata had created for the Roman Republic.

So in his houses all over the world hypocausts were built and Roman baths were recreated. The one Caroline was in had been running with an under floor heating system. Basically an underground furnace that was creating hot air.

That kind of identical structure required a lot of space and this is why he had them built at the basement. In those certain baths there was no natural light coming in. He had made sure to cover the windows a long time ago. Not even electricity was installed there. Only torches lighted the room which in this case proved to be quite useful. Not to mention that the sight of Caroline's body glowing under the lights the flames were casting on her was quite the vision. She looked marvelous as the firelight glittered on her golden hair and soft skin.

He enjoyed seeing Caroline feeling lost. Her defenses were decreased that way. She didn't have any sense of time and in the morning when she was with him she didn't even ask what time it was. He was pleased to see that she didn't get any answer from Rose or Anna when she asked them about the time. He had actually personally instructed the vampires to act like this.

Losing sense of time was quite important for the human slaves. It made them less logical and more obedient. When time is erased from someone's existence then his perspective changes. His sense of what is important changes. And when it came to human slaves the only thing that was important for them was their masters and nothing else. Many vampires made sure that their servants wouldn't know if it was night or day or what time it was for months. Some servants even lost their minds because of that.

For now he had to admit that playing those mind games with Caroline was quite satisfactory. And satisfaction was something she would definitely give to him one way or another.

After she had left him this morning in his office he had ordered his personnel to bring him three humans. He drained them immediately. He could barely satisfy his hunger and his need after his encounter with Caroline. He couldn't wait to taste her to start feeding from her constantly. He could smell her blood under her smooth skin and if it tasted half as good as it smelled then he would have to be very careful with her. He didn't want to accidentally drain her. But he did want to taste her, to have her blood running through his veins every single day. He became restless and anxious something that hasn't happened to him in centuries. At least not because of a woman.

He also needed sexual release so he had fucked a blond werewolf that was waiting in line in order to become one of his hybrids. He would never turn that particular one because she was quite weak and needy and his remaining supply of Elena's blood wasn't endless but at least the she wolf was good for certain uses and after his meeting with Caroline he needed immediate release. He was merciless with the little wolf as he roughly pounded in her while he had closed his eyes and fantasized that Caroline was in her place.

After that he had spent his noon watching Caroline in the baths through his computer screen. He had basked at her sight and at the notion that her body was getting prepared for him. He had made sure that this time she wouldn't be bathed by servants. Caroline was a special piece, a work of art, so he made sure that she would be prepared by the hands of vampires. Her perfection deserved such care.

So he had watched Rose and Anna bathing Caroline and he took in every reaction Caroline had which along with her image was quite the delight.

The visual and the sound systems were excellent so he had even heard Rose's warnings to his little human girl. How on earth had he managed to gather around him such weak vampires like Stefan and Rose was beyond him! But in this case he decided to let it go because Rose's warnings created a new fear inside Caroline. And that was something he wanted.

This was a revenge he was certainly going to enjoy.

His body ached with painful need as he had seen Rose massaging Caroline's whole ripe body and then spreading her legs on that table. Caroline was a thing of inviting sexual beauty. He had heard her screams and reveled on them. He had closed his eyes and enjoyed the sound like it was a melody. He couldn't wait to hear her screaming again.

Like his brother had when her father had driven the white oak stake through his heart he though with malice. Although he would make sure that Caroline's scream wouldn't be only caused by pain but also by pleasure at times.

He did hope that her fighting fire wasn't going to be extinguished so soon. He wanted to have fun with this. And when he was done with her he would grand her wish. She said that she would rather die. So she would. In front of her father. By his hands.

Until then he would enjoy having her as his slave. The time in his office made him realize that she would become the perfect plaything for him. She didn't know it but even if she wasn't the daughter of the General she would have still attracted his attention as she had done three years ago. Of course he might not have taken as his blood slave but he wasn't certain about that either. She was igniting a savage temptation in him that he hadn't felt for centuries. And for a creature as old as him this was a rare occasion. Things didn't excite him anymore. But she did. After centuries upon centuries he was interested and craving something. The idea and fantasy of her surrender and complete and total submission was generating new needs inside of him. And he rarely ever met anything new anymore. That was the downside of immortality. Boredom was an imprisonment for every vampire that managed to survive through the ages. Boredom and insanity. He felt both. But now he was finally not bored anymore he thought as he looked at the sleeping beauty in his computer screen.

For a human she was the personification of physical perfection. She looked like a sculptured unique statue. Like those he had been collecting ever since his days in Greece eons ago.

But Caroline wasn't soulless and cold. Hot blood run through her veins and lively heat emitted from her flesh. He could still see her naked body in the recesses of his mind. The memory of her naked form from hours ago etched upon his eyes. The dress she was wearing right now could not hide such a vision. And she was even more beautiful in touch.

After tonight he would make sure that she would rarely find clothes upon that lustful body of hers. Instead his hands would constantly find their way upon that body.

He closed his screen and got up. He called one of the guards and gave him some directions before he headed to his room.

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When he went in his eyes immediately went to Caroline. She was peacefully sleeping on the cot. The golden chains on her legs and on her hands were a beautiful addition to her pale skin. He smirked and went to change for the tonight's event.

He had to be perfect. He went and took a shower and then he got dressed. When he was ready he went and stood in front of the cot.

His eyes roamed all over her sleeping form. Her hair spread underneath her head and her breathing was easy and regular. Her head was turned on the one side and her handcuffed hands were placed over her stomach. Her breasts were strained under the bodice of her dress and her long legs from the knee and down were looking smooth and milky white. The coldness of the room had surrounded her and yet the sedative had made sure that her sleep would not be disrupted. The dose was meant to last for a few hours but her body was already too tired so she kept on sleeping until now.

Good. He needed her rested and alert. That way she would experience everything that were about to happen to her more clearly.

He kneeled next to the cot. He laughed at the idea of the surrealistic image. The prince waking up the sleeping beauty. If the prince was a metaphor for darkness and the beauty was the caged light then they definitely did fit the part. But his kiss would condemn and not free her from her bonds. If anything he would make sure that those bonds would remain intact and would get more restraining he pondered as he gently touched the one of the golden cuffs that circled her wrist like a bracelet.

His hand left the bracelet and slowly moved towards her neck. He felt her pulse at the base of her neck and his fingers found their way on the appealing curves of her breasts that were revealed from the cleavage of her dress. He let his fingers sensually roam over the marvelous flesh and he was pleased to feel her move under his touch and moan slightly. He kept caressing her breasts over the dress and trailing patterns over the exposed skin and the curve of her breasts as were toned by the line of the dress.

His hand ended up at her silky hair and placed a lock behind her ear.

He bent over and his mouth touched her earlobe slightly and his hot breath caressed her skin there causing her to move in delight. She was still asleep but she was slowly awakening and as she was she was making the most sensual sounds and movements he had seen in a human.

"Caroline," he drawled and felt her turn her head a little bit towards his voice.

"Wake up sweetheart," he told her softly as his other hand kept warming her breasts.

He saw her heavy eyelids opening up and her eyes looking at him through a haze. She must have momentarily forgotten where she was and who he was because for a friction of time she smiled contently at him.

He forgot to even move at the sight of her smile. She looked so innocent and angelic that all of his dark thoughts were blocked and all he could do was stand still and look at those smiling red lips. He craved to feel them and touch them and have them kiss him but somehow he couldn't move. All he could was stare.

But then the spell broke as he saw her whole demeanor rapidly changing. Her eyes opened widely and her breathing abruptly stopped in fear. She blinked and her smile was gone. He found himself oddly missing her smile like it was the sun and unwelcome dark clouds surrounded it and hid it from plain sight condemning the world into darkness again.

She was startled as she realized that Klaus was an inch away from her face. His threatening form was looming over her and his hands were on her body. She jolted awake and she tried to move away from him but his hands and the chains and cuffs didn't allow it.

She blinked several times as all her memories returned and she realized where she was and with whom. She was tied up in Klaus's bedroom and he was standing next to her. He was again invading her personal space and he was touching her against her will.

"Don't," she pleaded with him again even if she knew it to be pointless. She kept struggling but all she managed was to cause a smirk to form on his lips.

"Stay still Caroline," he said with a low voice "you might hurt yourself if you keep struggling like this," he warned her as he pressed his hand over her chest so she could stop moving.

"It is not like you care!" she spat as she glared at him and wishing for him to remove his damn hand from her breasts.

His smirk grew wider and he raised his eyebrow.

"You would be surprised with the things I care about love," he said and removed his hand from her breasts but kept his other on her neck.

She tried to move her head away but he gripped her hair slightly preventing her from doing so.

"Stand still and I will reward you by untying you from the cot sweetheart," he toyed with her.

Her lips quivered as he expectantly waited for her to obey him.

She took a deep breath and stopped herself from moving. She remained still hoping that he would at least keep his word and untie her. It would be something. She hated doing what he was telling her to do even if it was something as simple as that but she hated being confined like this even more.

He playfully smiled at her and his hand let go of her hair. It roamed over her neck for a moment causing shivers to spread on her body but then he took it away and she saw him pulling a small gold key from his even pocket of his costume jacket.

She cringed when he placed his hand on the small of her back and helped her sit on the cot. She felt nausea as she sat up but his hand helped her remain steady.

"Breathe," he told her "You have been sleeping for some hours now," he informed her and she looked at him intently for a moment surprised by his soft tone that seemed almost caring but she then turned her head on the other side. She saw the chains and collar that were hanging on the wall next to her and she cursed herself for her stupidity. He didn't care. If anything he was the one responsible for everything that kept happening to her and for everything that would happen to her from now on.

She then felt his hands reaching the chain that was connected with her handcuffs and unlocking it. Soon enough the chain on her ankles followed. He helped her turn her body so her feet now touched the cold wooden floor and he unlocked the cuffs on her ankles. The sound of the chains and the cuffs being unlocked was the only sound in the room and seemed deafening to her ears. She sighed with relief as the heavy weight from the two chains and the leg cuffs was finally removed from her body.

She noticed that he then stood up and put the key back to his pocket. Then she looked at her hands. He had left the handcuffs on.

Before she could make a sound of protest he bent, held her from her shoulders and helped her stand up.

She swayed for a moment feeling unbalanced but his hands kept her in place. She didn't know for how long she slept but after sleeping on that hard surface her whole body ached again and she felt completely cold and disoriented.

She glared at him and moved back in order to make his hands fall from her body.

"You said you would untie me," she accused him as she showed him her still bound wrists. She realized how stupid she was to trust and expect him to do what he told her. She also felt shame for submitting to him in order to gain what was rightfully hers in the first place. Her freedom from chains and her freedom in general.

"I said I would untie you from the cot," he told her with a condescending smirk "well you are not tied up on it anymore, are you sweetheart?"

Bastard! On top of everything else he was also mocking her!

She gritted her teeth and decided to remain passive. She kept telling herself again and again that she needed to do things his way for now. She had to if she was to find a way to escape.

She saw him taking a step towards her and before she could react he had wrapped his hand around her waist and he had brought her close to him.

She then noticed that he was really well dressed. He was dressed in black. He wore an elegant suit and even more elegant shoes and a deep dark purple tie.

His aftershave made her inhale deeply and she felt weak under his scrutinizing gaze.

He placed his index finger under her chin and tilted her head up until their gazes were lined up.

"Come love, the night has just begun," he told her in a seductive promising tone.

Panic rushed through her veins and she placed her tied up hands on his chest and pushed him away.

"What does this mean?" she asked him in fear. Not only she didn't trust him but the sadistic glint she was seeing in his eyes was creating waves of panic in her mind and soul.

She still remembered what he had said in his office when he was talking to Rose and Anna. He had told them to prepare her for the hearing. Many scenarios run inside her mind but none was good. Whatever he was planning was going to turn out to be a torture for her for that she was certain.

"Aren't you a curious one?" he said with a chuckle that made her see red!

She shoved him away and tried to get away from him but in a second he had flashed in front of her before she could even blink.

He grabbed her from the shoulders and forced her to look at him.

"No point in fighting me love," he told her with fake concern "In the end I always get what I want," he declared as he looked at her appreciatively.

Her gaze was full of defiance and she saw that he now had a smile on his lips that seemed almost genuine. Almost.

"Get your hands off me!" she said looking him straight in the eyes.

His smile got wider and he challenged her with his gaze. They stood there for some moments until she lowered her eyes and stood still and docile. She knew he could force her to do what he wanted and she didn't want things to get to that. She had to play nice. But she felt her mind screaming at her for that behavior.

He let go of her arm and he gently fixed her hair with his hands like he would do with a doll and she averted her eyes from him. She turned her head on the other side but he then grabbed her from hair and forced her to look at him.

She couldn't help herself and her eyes shone with rage.

"That's much better love, I kind of like your fiery side," he said as his dark penetrating gaze travelled slowly over her face taking in every detail.

"I kinda hate all your sides!" she yelled at him unable to do anything else.

He laughed at her reaction and that laughter really hurt her.

"Hopefully your spirit will last long enough. You are quite refreshing," he said amused and his hand followed the column of her neck and went down to the line of her shoulder.

She shuddered as she tried to imagine the hidden meanings of his words. He practically confirmed that he was planning to break her and after their encounter in his office and the way he was messing with her right now she had to admit that she was terrified of what he might do.

"Believe me when I say this sweetheart but it is quite hard to come by a woman like you," he complimented her in a way that made her stomach turn.

What scared her even more and made her feel even more helpless was the stark possessiveness that marked his gaze.

She shook her head and looked at him aggressively. She picked her handcuffed hands and swatted away his hand that kept roaming on her shoulder and arm.

"You should know. How old are you? Like a million or something?" she asked him in a daring way.

She remembered Rose telling her earlier that he was really old and implying that he was as old as to have memories from the period the Roman baths were created. That kind of idea was really petrifying to her because that would mean that he would be really strong. The older the vampire the stronger he were. That much she knew.

She had to learn more about him. It was the only way she could have a chance against him. Even if she had to play the naïve girl and the complaint woman she would have to get information about Klaus. Knowledge is power her father always used to say and now she needed all the power she could get even if it was things that might seem unimportant at first.

"Or something…" he laughed and gave her a light peck on the lips without going along with her plans. He wasn't going to give her any information about him while he already knew everything about her.

As his lips connected with hers she winced and she felt her ice cold skin getting even colder. She then moved her head away disgusted.

He scanned her reaction and she saw his gaze getting darker. He threateningly took a step closer and he stood right in front of her. She stared up at him afraid of what he would do next.

He looked at her for a moment but he retreated. He then grabbed her by her upper arm. His fingers digging in her flesh painfully and he wasn't bulging; not even an inch.

"Come along love, we have promises to keep, and miles to go before we sleep…" he enigmatically told her and dragged her along with him.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked in panic and noticed that his grip was even stronger than the heavy unbreakable cuffs she had on her hands. There was no escape from him.

"Why spoil the surprise so soon? Let's just say that is going to be a night you shall never forget," he said and smiled.

The smile on his lips was slow and humorless and the quiet menace that laced his tone created a new terror in heart. His tone implied only one thing. So far she had been through hell but now she could tell that what was going to come next was going to be far…far worse!

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*"Miles to go before we sleep" is now complete.

* No beta.

* The next chapter will be called "Hell is a place on earth" (and it will contain dark themes)

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