Brooke wanted to scream all the more when he pulled back and she could see blood - her blood - on his chin, but his command made the sound dry up in her throat. Somehow, even though he clearly wasn't himself and she knew she was in trouble here, she didn't want to disobey him.
Still, she couldn't help the tiny whimper of fear that escaped her lips as he began to drag her along. Her shoes were still on the floor by the bench and the rough ground hurt her feet, but the way Damon said she could scream when they were alone was what worried her most of all. "Damon, why are you doing this?" she asked in a quiet sob, hot tears welling in her eyes and spilling over to run down her cheeks, desperate not to make him think she was screaming and disobeying him.