Hi dear readers! This is the SEQUEL of Holding on and letting go, called "The Toxic Land of Sin." Please note that it will be darker than Holding on and letting go.

Rated M for prostitution, drugs, and general theme of the story.

Also, today marks the first year anniversary of Holding On and Letting Go. This is my gift to you guys.

Thanks to ThroughMySoul44 for her help on this chapter.

Pain.

Elena tried to let out a whimper however she soon realised that she couldn't. Her eyes desperately tried to adjust to the darkness but somehow blackness was the only thing she could see. Her arms were sore from being pinned over her head, and when she tried to move them, she realised her attempts were futile.

Her lips were dry and she tried to soothe her thirst by running her tongue over them as panic settled intoher features. The last thing she remembered was the lake and her talk with Damon. Why couldn't she see anything? What was going on? Where was she?

She felt something extremely painful clinging to her ankles, cutting into her skin like a sharp knife. It was then that she realised that her legs were spread like an eagle's wings.

Elena let out a bloodcurdling scream when she felt a finger slowly moving up her leg until it reached her thigh. She felt her thong being snapped roughly against her skin-so roughly that the sound echoed-and the finger then continued to move upwards until it rested on her inner thigh, brushing against her feminine parts.

"Please…" Elena whimpered, tirelessly trying to fight against her offender, "Please stop."

"You belong to us now, 24197," The man said bluntly.

Elena felt his stubble grazing her cheek moments before she cried out in pain, a man pinning her underneath him and settling himself between her legs. He continued to run his finger up and down her leg interminably.

"Please…I haven't done anything wrong. My n-name is E-Elena G-Gilbert…"

"Oh, sweetheart," The man spoke as he started to laugh, "Elena Gilbert is dead. The only one that remains is 24197. You're 24197. Nothing more, nothing less…"

Elena felt him move his finger onto her stomach and it was then that she realised that she was wearing nothing except a bra and panties.

"For two months we have fed you, kept you here in this bedroom…" The man smirked at her, reaching out to cup her breasts through her bra, "We have washed you, kept you healthy, yet you've given us nothing in return. It is time that you pay up, 24197. It is time to start serving your purpose... time to start pleasuring us and others like us. It is time for you to offer this hot body of yours to those willing to appreciate and stroke every inch of it."

"Please," Elena begged, "What are you talking about? Somebody please help me! Damon! Damon, please help me!"

She was screaming hysterically, hot tears searing against her cheeks. It was like a nightmare, an inescapable nightmare. Her breath was caught in her throat and she struggled to convince herself to breathe.

"Damon?" The man let out an evil chuckle that made Elena's blood run cold. "There is no Damon, 24197. There is only you and us now. There is only darkness."

The man pressed himself against her and rested his lips against her neck.

"There is only this toxic land of sin."

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