Damon woke up and looked around. It was pitch dark, but he knew actually where he was. He felt blood streaming over his arms and on his naked chest. He looked up and saw the blood was coming from his wrists. The cuffs were cutting in his flesh and due to Bonnies anti-healing spell his wounds wouldn’t heal.
He jerked his arms, but the più he jerked, the sharper the cuffs cut.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”
Damon looked around, trying to see where she was.
“Each time te do that a little bit of flesh is sliced, so do that for an ora o so and te will be free, but te will also...
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