With the rising of her voice, he immediately pulled her around and slapped her to the tiled floor of the kitchen. Calmly, Stefan sat down where she was just seconds ago, resting his hands on his thighs as he spoke. "Don't raise your voice, Elena." He licked his lips, watching her on the floor. "Because, you are not Katherine. You shouldn't look like her, but you do, and I can't explain it. It's...nostalgia, I guess. But you're really nothing like her, and you never will be. You're my entertainment and my meal ticket, nothing more. You should be thankful I saved you and I take the time to reward you when you're wellbehaved."