He gets

Authors POV

Damon watched her tremble before him, the phone to her ear. Her eyes were soaked in fear. Even though he hadn't touched her YET, her eyes still glistened.

He knew he had put her up to make a hard decision, break up with the so-called Manuel, or get punished, and now she was still going to get punished for making him repeat himself.

"Break up with him," he grimaced his tone stern.

She was sobbing hard now, her hands over her mouth as she tried stifling the sobs. She knew it wasn't going to be that easy to avoid punishment. But this, what he was asking her to do, was just tricky.

She and Manuel had been together for two years now. Even though she didn't love him, they were still planning on getting married, and her secret reason was to leave her family.

So how could she tell him that she wanted them to be over?

"HELLO," Manuel's voice filtered out of the phone. She blocked the speaker so he didn't hear what her Maestro said.

"HELLO, BABY"

"BABY"

In a moment of bravery, she ended the call and sobbed, "I can't do it."

Damon's face darkened the more; he dragged his hands over his face and sighed, "You disobeyed me?" He stood up and approached her, his face emotionless. But she knew he was angry.

"I I - I am sorry, M - maestro I didn't mean to please — Forgive me —ahhhhhhh!"

"_SHUT YOUR STUPID MOUTH UP WHORE!_

Wrapping his hands around her slender, graceful neck. She choked, holding his hands as he dragged her back into the room. She tried struggling, but she was no match for him.

She thought she would pass out from the strangulation, but even her body didn't want to save her.

Now in the room, he let her go and began to fumble with his tie. Maya's eyes widened. No, she didn't want to get intimate with anybody to talk more about this monster; this would be the last straw for her.

She stepped back, "Please, Maestro, I am so..."

He struck her against her right cheek. 

"I SAID SHUT YOUR UGLY MOUTH WHORE! You disobeyed me, now face the consequences."

He looked like a God with his upper body bare. _god of the underworld_ blinded by fury and the will to possess. How dare she say no to him.

He slammed her hard on the wall; her whole body ached from the coalition; the pain affected her sight, blurring her vision and making her scream.

He blocked the scream with his mouth, biting and sucking against it; it hurt so much that she cried when kissing back so he would reduce her punishment or even have mercy on her.

This was torture

His angry mouth found its way to her shoulders; using his hands to hold her to the wall, he gnawed on it very hard. He wanted the reddish mark all around her body, in every area that he touched.

Yanking her head back, he began the rough treatment on her neck. If she wasn't going to have a dislocation, she was undoubtedly going to have bruises

"Did Manuel touch you like this?" He dug his finger into her arm, "DID HE."

She trembled. "No, Maestro."

"LIAR" in a shred, he tore the cloth in two so that her naked body came into view. An evil smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He placed his hand flat on her taut belly tracing it down until it was on her mound.

Her eyes widened; she thought she was going to convulse. Everywhere he touched, he

Left pain.

He pushed some glasses and ceramic sculpture that sat on a drawer, lifted her, and placed her sitting on it so that her legs were around his waist weakly and her hands around his neck.

When he began to fumble with his flyer, she tried one last time, whispering with the final strength she had left,

"Maestro, please, I haven't done this before,"

The confession cut through him like a knife, his hands froze at his flyer, and he took a step back to look into her face.

There she was, eyes swollen, mouth patched, and skin all red, her chest heaving couldn't even be seen. She looked half dead.

He frowned at the innocence in her eyes and felt the bite of pity again. He wasn't sure if to believe in her innocence.

"You haven't had sex?" He couldn't believe he was asking a grown beautiful woman this question, but why was he also feeling relieved? What she did in her past wasn't his problem. So what was this feeling?

She shook her head, her voice faint. "I haven't, Maestro. Please don't do this to me. Not like this."

He took a step towards her and caressed her hair gently. She still trembled under his soft touch.

"We were good, but then you had to ruin it; it was just a simple command, Maya, so why did you disobey?" 

He kissed her bruised cheek and patched lips in sobriety like he wasn't the one who inflicted the pain on them.

She sat on the table, glass eyes unfocused, the wave of pain flowing through her body, blocking her from feeling anything else.

Gently brought her down, holding her in place; when he thought she could stand on her own, he took a few steps back.

Her head was complete. Her body shook, sweat filled her body even though she felt cold inside, and even though her eyes were on him, she still couldn't see him.

"Hey, focus on me" he tapped her cheeks. He left her and went to the dining room, grabbing her phone from the floor where she had mistakenly left it on the verge of trying to flee from him.

Flee from him. He grimaces

He returned to the room. She still stood there like a statue. He dialed Manuel and handed her the phone, "Let's try again. Straighten your voice and make it believable."

She collected the phone and placed it to her ear; Manuel picked it up immediately. His familiar fun voice filled her ear.

"Barbie thought I had done something wrong."

Maya swallowed, "Manuel, I don't want to do this any longer; I want to break up with you."

Manuel stayed quiet, "are you kidding me?"

"No, Manuel. It's not you. It's me..."

He cut her short, sounding desperate, "You want to get married soon; come on, Maya, we can sort it out."

Damon motioned for her to wrap it off.

"Not that, we are just over, don't call my phone anymore because I don't want to have anything to do with you."

She ended the call and looked at Maestro. He seemed pretty pleased with her. 

"Good girl," he ruffled her hair like a doll, "now block his number."

She did without hesitating. She was going to explain to Manuel when all of this was over. He was going to understand. He loved her, so he will.

Damon collected the phone and placed it on the table. Then he swept her off her feet, her hands around his neck and her head to his chest.

He placed her on the bed, then lay beside her, his hands around her and on her breast. He whispers. "Sleep, Maya; you've had a long day."

There and then, she made up her mind; she would die if she remained here, so why not run away? After all, it was pretty much the same if she got caught.

She shut her eyes when she felt his nose on her neck. And his breath on a regular. She turned to face him; he was already fast asleep.

She said a prayer and began to sneak away from his hold.

If she was going to die, then so be it.