Ok... i am jumping on the "Kill Elena" bandwagon lol... so grab your torches and follow me!

Elena's POV:

I don't know how my life got to where it is today..oh yes I do! That little mouse of a girl that Christian married convinced him to pull everything from my salons and completely cut all ties to me. That was a year ago. I have been racking my brain trying to figure how I can make Christian listen to me again and make my way back into his life... and in my playroom.

If I had a playroom.. I don't even have my place anymore. I lost everything I knew, everything I've had.. and I have no clue how to reclaim anything I once had. I don't even have enough to start over away from here... maybe a new name, look and game plan. But I don't and that's why I'm sitting here, in my car at the end of this barely used road bridge... contiplating just hitting the gas and gun it and see what last tragedy I could end this miserable existance with.

I must have been deep in my thoughts because next thing I know I hear my passenger door open and a man sits right on down like he belongs here. I stare at him first in shock, then fear, confusion... then in awe? He was beautiful..young and handsome, his short curly brown hair looked so soft that I just had to feel if it was real..his face was beautiful in itself but it was his eyes that drew me in. They were the brightest blue.. like sailing the sea on a sunny day. He must have sensed my surprise and lack of speach and began talking first, "Elena Lincoln I presume?"

Oh my.. he knows my name! How does this beautiful stranger know me? I don't recognize him although he seems familiar somehow. "Who..who are you?" I stuttered out, I can hear the rising fear in my own voice, "What are you doing in my car?" With a serious look on his face he turns to me and says "Parker."

"Parker? What's your first name?" I asked, a full name might help me. "Just Parker." He replies with such sternness. "I am here to take you with me."

Take me with him? I don't think so! I'm not leaving this seat until I figure out a foolproof plan to get Christian back or if I am thrown from the car as it plummets to my death... I am still sitting here at my crossroads to decide where to go. I don't appreciate someone telling me what I am going to do

"I don't think so Parker," I tried to sound confident, but failing miserably. "I have other plans."

"Oh I know what your plans are," he says so matter-of-factly, "That is why you are coming with me. There is someone waiting for you as we speak.". Someone waiting? Well that's news to me! I look over at this stranger as he fiddles with something on his wrist. He's setting his watch? Its a nice watch, a few extra buttons and lights than I'm used to seeing even on the higher end of watches. "Who's waiting for me?" I must ask..I must know.

He doesn't answer me.. but before I could reach the door handle and escape this total uncertainty I felt his hand grasp my forearm and a bright blue light engulf me.

Feeling a little disoriented I took a blurry look around... I am no longer in my car but in a room that looked like an ancient style dungeon. Oh no! This does not look good! There are chains everywhere decorating the grey brick walls, wooden tables and benches of different sorts scattered around the dirt floor. I've seen pictures of rooms like this before and I'm not getting a warm fuzzy feeling about it.

"So is this the wench you have brought me?" A voice so deep bellows thru the room. I look over to see a tall well built man wearing nothing but black enter the room and close the big wooden door with bars. Bars? Not good... His hair is jet black and long and pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His face hard and full like that of a warrior with scars that line his cheek, and his eyes... so dark that they looked black...dark enough to have me scared and frightened.

"Yeah, this is her." Parker tells the dark stranger. He turns to me and gives me an devilish smile. OK now I'm worried! I don't know where I am ... who these dangerous men are.. and what is going to happen next.

"Where am I?" I ask looking from Parker to this Ivan guy confused. I just want some answers!

"Well..." Parker begins, "Where are you? I would say we're not in Kansas anymore toto. But the big question you should ask is when."

When? When what? When are you letting me go? Kill me? Ransom me? Good luck there. "What do you mean when?" I slowly say. He laughs a good deep belly laugh and replies, "No need for specifics but somewhere around the dark ages. I've brought you here and asked Ivan here to take good care of you." As Parker spoke I saw Ivan walking around, not interrupting our conversation but gathering some chains and rearranging some of the benches in the far corner. Parker than continues, "You're probably wondering why. Why would I go thru such lengths to bring you into the dark ages with me? Well, just so you know I'm not staying. But I will tell you why. In my time, your future, you decided to do something that caused the Grey family to fall apart. I have been sent thru time by Mr. Grey specifically to ensure that you do not follow thru. So I have asked my good friend here to keep a good eye on you so we know where..and when..you are."

Wow! That's a line for nuthouse. I did not travel thru time! There is no such thing! That only exist in books and movies... and this is real life...I think. "No! Not possible!"

"Yes very possible." Parker states then turns to head for the door. He's about to leave me! No! He's taking me with him..."Don't leave me" I yell at his back as he starts walking. I go to run to him when I feel a big strong hand grab my arm and pulled me back. "You'll be staying here with me wench." Ivan says in a deep voice, "I have plans for you."

I tried to scream in protest but was quieted with a scarf around my mouth like a gag. I try to claw up to remove his hands but he immediately empowered me and dragged me over to some dangling chains. My eyes went wide as I realized what was happening. Before I knew it I was chained by my wrist to the ceiling in the middle of the room. At least I was still dressed. Damn I thought too soon... cuz now he's taking a dagger and ripping thru my clothes leaving me in just my bra and underwear. Tears in my eyes are threatening to fall as I now know what's going to happen. Is anyone going to stop this?

"I have heard about you...Elena Lincoln." His voice is scary, chilling my spine with each word. "I hear you like to beat little boys." My heart sinks... what has he been told? I'm definately fearing for my life right now. "I have a son, he is almost a man. Still has training to do. . And his training does not involve being whipped" As he says that I felt a painful blow to my back. I scream as loud as I could but the sound was muffled from the gag. The tears were now streaming down my face. "You are an evil woman and the devil within must be exorcised." Another blow was delivered this time in the front. I see now that he has a board and it already has a crack in it.

He continuously keeps hitting me with various objects, some I don't even recognize, as I hang from these chains in the middle of the room. I can feel the blood running down my body and the pain each lash gave. I can't last any longer. I cry and sob hard until I realize he's not hitting me at the moment. I see Ivan retrieving a bench with shackles and bring it to set under me. Releasing my cuffs he sits me down and restrains my ankles to the legs of the bench and my wrists to the arms. I look up at his dark angry face as he speaks.

"You do not deserve a seat, but seeing as I'm leaving you alone for awhile to go hunt for my family's dinner tonight I don't need you dying hanging there. I'm not thru with you yet. You're time will come but when I decide...and not before I show you the pains you have inflicted." With that he turns and walks to the door. Before he's thru he turns back,"No one knows you are here, so if I do not return from my quest you will die in that chair. I say a couple days with the loss of blood and no food or water. So if you pray, do pray for my return." With those words he closed the door.

I sat there, many thoughts running thru my head. I want to know what I did in the future to have Christian ordering such punishment. This is beyond anything I could think of. As thoughts of confusion ran in my mind and my body aching with pain and oozing blood, my eyes started to close. Before I knew it my body fell into a slumber.

I cautiously open my eyes..how long have been asleep? I don't know how long Ivan will be gone or when he'll be back. I take inventory of my situation... the room is still the same as when he left, my body still aches and I can feel the gashes burning all over my body. Not sure if I'm still losing blood but I know I am thirsty. I still feel sleepy as well, so my eyes close again as I'm trying to adjust more comfortably to no avail. And away to dreamland once again.

I have repeated this for what seems like a long time. I don't know how long or if I will be rescued. It must have been at least a day if not two. I'm feeling paralized unable to move, but still feeling pain. No rescue for me, with that last dismal thought I closed my eyes once again... and drifted off to what could be my last slumber.

Then there was a bright blue light.

Splash! I open my eyes in shock to a bucket of water being thrown in my face. I gasp as I struggled to sit up. I am no longer restrained and now wearing what I would consider a potato sack...it probably was. I am laying on a wooden floor with barrells and nets stacked in the corners. I am feeling the room sway and my disorientation increasing.

"Time to wake up wench." I looked towards the open door to a big, burly man with a gray beard and a hat covering his head holding a bucket. By the looks of him I would say he's dressing as a pirate this year for Halloween. Then realization hits: I'm still not in Kansas!

A/N:

OK... I didn't kill her off...yet! Where is the satisfaction in just a kill? I have an idea how I'm taking this and I hope you join for weird crazy ride! Thanks for reading!

...DeNae...