And right now, you're mine. All mine.

Even opening your eyes, everything was still dark, a pitch black so deep that at that point you couldn't fight it anymore. Leaving a concluding sigh with a strong discomfort.

Kindness should beget kindness, but what was generated was the unhealthy admiration of a random customer putting you in a minefield. The more you ran away, the worse it got until finally he had you there on your knees.

Maybe there was a way out, you just didn't know where. In Damon's dark basement, listening to the buzzing of the garden bees early in the morning when the darkness cleared with the dawn illuminating room.

Cabinets, boxes, a dirty chainsaw lying on a pile of crumpled boxes.

If he loved you, you'd have a better place, right? Or if you behaved better. Maybe you could try to get out through the jammed basement window, or become Damon's partner.

It could be a happy ending. Or not.