Damon laughed in her face, staring down at her. "You've done nothing and I'm giving in to my dark side. I am your Master, and you are my pet. You will do as I say, wait on me hand and foot, do as I say, wear what I say, understand me?" he asked, adding to it. "You will never disrespect me in public, you will tell no one about us. NO ONE," he snapped at her, cupping her face.
This would be different, no feelings, he would use and abuse her at his will, and not give into her tears. She was his, and his only, no one from his world would take her, because she was no one. She was perfect, and his.
He began to rip of her clothes, stripping her of them before standing up and unbuttoning his shirt, watching her. "You may fight me all you want when we're alone, in public, you will be a perfect little pet, and obey me."