"The pleasure isn't in owning the person. The pleasure is this. Having another contender in the room with you." -Philip Roth
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Con-quer
verb
overcome and take control of
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My heartbeat increases while my hand reaches for the lone silver key on the coffee table. This is too easy, I think. Klaus would never be so careless.

My head turns to my sleeping captor. His head is resting on the couch, his mouth ajar. Small snores are escaping his pink lips with his arms crossed over his chest rising with each breath he takes. Even while sleeping he is intimidating.

I turn my head back to the key. My hand is close enough to touch it, my finger tips a mere centimeter from the sliver object.

"Little girl?" A husky voice questions from beside me.

I retract my hand from the table and slowly turn my body to face my captor. I feel my heartbeat in my throat while Klaus' eyes open.

"Mmm," Klaus' lip curves into a smirk, "I could get used to this."

I slowly retract my hand from the table, not wanting Klaus to know about my previous thoughts of escaping.

"Sorry I fell asleep, your voice was very soothing," Klaus places his hand on my thigh causing me to tense up. "I'd like to hear it more often."

I remain motionless, arms glued to my side, Klaus rubbing my thigh with his large hand. When Klaus notices me not speaking he continues the conversation.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Klaus whispers while his eyes find my eyes, "Does my little girl need anything?"

I boldly keep Klaus' gaze for a couple seconds before I break eye contact. Even though I am no longer looking at my captor I can still feel his eyes piercing me.

"Look at me, darling." My body tenses with the new pet name, but I refuse to obey Klaus' demand.

I feel Klaus shifts beside me, and I feel his brown curls against my forehead. My heartbeat increases but my body doesn't turn to the man who awaits my attention.

"Now," Klaus' breath tickles my ear while he speaks, "It's not very wise to disobey me, little girl." His hand squeezes my thigh harshly, "Talk to me or kiss me. Your choice."

"O-okay. I will talk." I stammer when Klaus' hand trails against my center.

"Aww," Klaus playfully pouts while his hand moves to my face, fingers touching my lips, "I was hoping you'd let me kiss you."

"I'd rather talk." While my mouth moves Klaus' fingers retract from my face.

"Alright darling, what do you want to talk about?" Klaus' fingers are now playing with my blonde hair, his eyes staring at his fingers work.

I don't reply right away... mainly because I don't want to talk at all. When his fingers painfully tug my hair I decide to get answers.

"Why did you steal me?" My voice doesn't waver making me sound confident; quite the opposite of the way I really feel.

Klaus' attention leaves my hair and focus's on my eyes instead.

"You got it all wrong." Klaus' pupils dilate, "So, so wrong. I didn't steal you." Klaus shakes his head, "No. I saved you."

Feeling disgusted and brave I continue pressing Klaus. "Saved me?"

Klaus places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes painfully, "I'm not so sure I like your attitude right now, kitten."

The authority in his voice scares me. I remain quiet and wait for Klaus to make the next move. "Lets go to bed, you seem to be getting cranky."

"I'm not tired, Klaus."

"Excuse me?" Klaus squeezes my shoulder harder, "I really do not like your attitude right now." Klaus shakes his head in disproval, "You can go to bed with me now, or I can hit your ass then drag you to bed."

With Klaus' threat that he will no doubt fullfill I allow him to scoop me up and fling me over his shoulder. Klaus starts lightly smacking my butt, for his own enjoyment I assume, while he carries my up the wooden stairs.

The unmade bed is the color of blood, the carpet white enough to be on a home commercial.

When Klaus lays me on the bed he lays directly on me.

"Damn," he curses while his hair tickles my forehead, "I want to bend you."

"Klaus please-"

"Don't worry pumpkin, you are not ready for me yet." Klaus lightly kisses my forehead, "Lets be sinners." Another kiss is placed to my forehead.

"Klaus I don't understand-"

"Neither do I." Klaus silences me.

What? "Klaus-"

"Shh, shh baby lets go to sleep." Klaus whispers, not closing his eyes.

"Klaus-"

"Shh..."

"Klaus-"

"Shh baby girl, shh."

"Klaus-"

"Sh-"

"Dammit Klaus let me speak!" I shout at the man on top of me.

Klaus' eyes narrow while his hand makes contact with my face. "I suggest you watch that mouth of yours." Klaus slaps my other cheek, ignoring the tears coming from my brown eyes. "Now, go to sleep."

Fear conquers me and I obey the command.
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"I was thinking we could go somewhere today." Klaus says while putting another piece of egg in his mouth.

Excitment spreads through my body. Leaving Harry's house means more opportunities to escape.

"Really?" I question trying to hide my excitment. Klaus won't take me anywhere two feet from his house if he believes I plan to escape.

"Yeah, it'd be fun." Klaus puts his fork on his half empty plate, "Like a date."

I bite my tongue to keep myself from pointing out I would never willingly go on a date with him. "Where would we go?"

"There is a place I have in mind." Klaus says thoughtfully, "Of course I will have to check to make sure it is safe for you."

"Safe?" I also put my fork down, tired of eating the same thing every morning.

"Yeah, I don't think I could live with the fact that I let you get hurt." Klaus picks up his fork and continues to eat his eggs.

"Klaus you have hurt me-"

"Sh," Klaus silences me while shaking his head in disproval, "Finish your eggs, they are good for you."

Klaus points to my full plate of eggs. "I'm not hungry."

"Excuse me?" Klaus frowns and looks at me angrily.

"Klaus please, I really am not hungry." I lose my confidence when we make eye contact.

"You really need to learn how to listen." Klaus' mouth forms a twisted smile. "I have a few more methods of punishment I'd like to try..."

Fear takes over me and I pick my fork up and eat the now cold eggs.

"Aww, you don't want to try the new methods?" Klaus teases while riding from the table with his empty plate. When he comes back in the room he is holding sliver handcuffs in his hand. "Time to lock you up."

My eyes widen and I start to stand up.

"Don't worry darling, I just need to make sure everything is safe, like we were talking about earlier." Klaus tries to convince me.

I shake my head, "Klaus I won't run away."

Klaus shakes his head, "I wish I could trust you." Harry captures my forearm and clicks the handcuff around my thin wrist. "But I can't."

NOT EDITED OKAY IM SORRY BUT THERE WILL BE DRAMA NEXT CHAPTER OKAY I LOVE YOU ALSO I THINK IT IS TIME TO EXCEPT THE FACT THAT KLAUS IS UNSTABLE IN THE FIC OKAY SEE YOU SOON PLEASE COMMENT