Brooke gasped at the sudden sting of the slap. It hurt. A lot. So did the way he had hold of her arm. She nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks. If he was going to hit her every time she forgot to call him Master, she was going to end up black and blue. Someone had to have noticed she was missing, right? Haley? Or Nathan? But they were so wrapped up in caring for Jamie she doubted they had much time to think about her. Besides, she'd told Haley she was going to spend a few days alone, shopping and generally making herself feel better. No one might come for her until it was too late, if it wasn't too late already.
"Sorry," she whimpered, quickly adding "Master," onto the end of it. Slowly, she raised her face so she could look up at him, her cheek stinging from the slap. "Please, Damon... Master... where are you taking me? What are you going to do to me, Master?" She was trying not to show how scared she was, but her eyes would just not stop crying, as much as she willed them to and she was shaking from head to toe.