Not only was I lying in the softest bed I had ever been in, but my left arm was strapped down to it painfully tight. My hand went up to my head and felt the bandages that surrounded almost my entire forehead. The room around me was large. Larger than any of the ones I had seen at Joseph's mansion. The bed was in the middle, with lavish couches and tables situated around it. There were 3 doors that connected to the room. It was dark, with an eerie red glow as the deep crimson curtains were drawn over the windows.

My whole body throbbed and burned, but I drug my legs over to the side of the bed and pried and pulled at the restraint on my wrist. The smooth metal didn't budge an inch as I tried to pry open the thing. I couldn't get my fingers I between the contraption and my skin, and I was sure it was cutting off some blood circulation.

The longer I sat pulling the faster my heart started to beat and the more my eyes started to burn with tears. I blinked and sniffed rapidly to keep the salty tears at bay. I could not let the enemy see me cry. My fear was driving me to keep pulling to get free.

I froze in my spot when I heard a key being shoved into the lock on the door resting opposite the bed I was currently trapped in. Adrenaline began to pump through my veins and I pulled harder against my constriction. I cried out in frustration as blood began to run from the cuff down my hand.

The door flew open and hit the wall behind it with a force I was sure broke a hole in it. I watched the figure emerge from the shadows behind the door. He walked in a way that radiated dominance and power. His dark hair and tan skin seemed to glisten in the soft light of the room. Once he got closer I could see his eyes were a dark brown that almost had a black tint to them. His pink lips had a smirk on them that instantly made me squirm, and look away.

"Ah my love I see you're awake." He sat down at the foot of the bed. His dark eyes trailed down my body, making me realize for the first time I wasn't wearing the dress I was wearing to the funeral. A very short almost transparent pink night gown covered my body, but left little to the imagination. My cheeks flushed and I unconsciously covered myself from his prying gaze. "What have you done?" He asked almost angrily. He moved closer until I could reach out and touch him. I whimpered and backed away from his outstretched hand. He grabbed my wrist attached to the bed and inspected the blood running from it.

"Why would you do this to yourself?" He asked looking me in the eyes. I was sure I looked like a deer in the headlights.

"I-" I said before my voice cracked and broke from being so dry. "I don't want to be here." I answered honestly. "I want to go home."

His eyes narrowed into scary slits. "Home? You don't have a home. You have a room at the Copland mansion, and where you grew up you can hardly be called home especially with your father gone. They don't want you." He spoke as he took a key out of his pocket and let my second hand free.

I stared at him for a moment with my eyebrows furrowed. "How dare you talk about my life like you know anything. You have no right to tell me whether or not I have a home and a family. You don't get to tell me that!" I ended up yelling the last statement. The sick smile on his face made my anger spike to new heights.

I snapped when he began to laugh. My free fist clenched tightly and quickly snapped out to connect his with his jaw. His head flew to the side from the impact. I winced when my hand began to sting and tingle. I could only imagine what his face felt like. I didn't have to imagine long as his hand connected with my face shortly after. His blow sent me flying backwards onto the bed. I groaned and put my hand over the now throbbing skin. It brought tears to my eyes but they thankfully this time stayed in their place.

"Learn your place. You're nothing here. I don't know how you were treated at Joseph's mansion but here things will be different when I ask you listen, when I call you come, when I'm talking you're quiet. Got it little princess." He growled obviously furious he'd been slapped.

"I'm no dog. I won't beckon to your every whim and call." I spat rising from the bed so we were equal heights.

"Hmm" he tilted his head. He reached his hand out again, I almost winced as his hand came toward me anticipating another hit but i kept my face straight, glaring eyes into his. He swiped his thumb across my bottom lip. He hit the middle when it started to burn and he touched it. He pulled his hand away and hand blood on his finger from my split lip. If possible I glared at him even harder when he started to laugh and wiped the blood off his finger with a tissue. "I'll train you to come. You'll be better than a dog baby." He said finally before heading to the door.

I got to my feet and watched him leave with my arms crossed over my chest. I didn't say another word but I think he got understood the heat of my glare. Just before he could leave I couldn't stop my self from calling out.

"Who are you."

I could see the smile on his face even though his back was turned to me. "My name is Stefan. I am the son of Romano, and you my lovely little flower are mine now." I thought about saying I asked who you are not who I am, but his words sank in. Romano. I was in the same house that my father was murdered in. And the under the same roof his killer was. I felt like throwing up.

"I do love your attire." He continued talking. "I'll have to pick your outfits frequently if they look this good." He chuckled at the appalled expression on my face, supposing it was because of his comment. Then closed door behind him. I sighed in relief but quickly stiffened again when the door was opened once more.

"I almost forgot to tell you. You will be taken down to the basement soon. There you'll be taught to listen." His stupid smirk made a reappearance. "Since you made the connection to dogs, call it your training." The door clicked closed and I then heard a click in the door then footsteps walking away.

I was right there was a small hole the shape of a doorknob now in the wall. The numb feeling I hand gotten used to over the past couple weeks was returning. How could this be? How could this all have happened to me? What did I do to deserve this?

I looked at myself in the mirror that was hung in the bathroom. The room was huge and I would've been in awe of the luxury if not for the overwhelming calmness that had surrounded me. My brown hair hung in greasy strands around my face making me look like a dirty slob. My still throbbing face was already beginning to look slightly more discolored than the rest on my face and my lip was cracked with dried dark red blood staining it. I splashed the cold water on my face and rubbed the blood away.

I stared at my face a little while longer inspecting all the spots and blemishes, and cuts and bruises that were visible from the explosion.

My inspection was cut short by a knock on the door. I stayed still not wanting to see or be seen by the person on the other side. The knock came again this time louder and more insistent. I swung the door shut as quietly as possible, hoping to make them think that maybe they had the wrong room if they couldn't see me. I held my breath and sat in the tub hugging my knees to my chest when I heard the door open.

I didn't hear any voices or anyone talking. I didn't even hear footsteps. After awhile I couldn't hold my breath anymore and slowly let it out through my nose. A few more moment passed and I though that maybe my plan worked and someone was looking out for me, but then the bathroom door slowly creaked open.

I screamed in my head and pounded my fists on the wall yelled obscene profanities, but on the exterior I stayed absolutely still.

I closed my eyes tight when the shower curtain was ripped from its place. I slowly looked up and saw the familiar forest green eyes that belonged to Cameron Copland. Relief washed over me like a cold bucket of water.

"Cameron!" I jumped up from my crouched position and threw my arms around him. He didn't reciprocate the hug. His arms hung limp at his sides. I let go and coughed awkwardly. "Cameron I'm so glad you found me! The people here they killed my father, they blew up a church. I don't know what they'll do to me next."

His eyes were hard and unforgivingly cold. "Jessica, I'm here to take you to the basement." His hand latched onto my arm and he pulled me along behind him out of the bathroom. There 2 more men waited.

"What? No! Don't do this Cameron, I trusted you.!" I yelled as he released my arm only for it to be take again by both men.

Cameron didn't respond to my pleas. Just stayed walking silently, solemnly in front of me as I was dragged along behind him.

"Let me go!" I screamed flailing against the iron grip that held me.

"Stop." Cameron hissed and turned to face me. I noticed for the first time that his eyes were dark and didn't hold that light sparkle they once did.

"Cameron what happened to you." I whispered staring into his eyes. I saw a flash of hurt before he turned around and began to walk again.

We arrived in the basement. Several doors lined a well lit hall. I was lead to the last door on the left. It was pulled open and I was pushed in. I landed painfully on my knees the skins ripped and tore from the small skid and now bled lightly. My wrist that was already hurting from the explosion throbbed and pinched at a steady beat.

I looked up and paled at the sight before me. The room held 2 chairs. There were knives and bats, and chains, and whips, and irons I supposed heated up. Fear gripped my heart and I scrambled to my feet. The man standing in the middle of the room looked at me like any good crazy person would.

" I see I've got a good one today." He said cheerfully.

Great he really was crazy. I backed towards the door but found the thing already shut. The thing locked from the outside. I gulped and stayed still. Feeling like a lamb that was lead to the slaughter.

"Alright let's begin."