Sarah's POV

　　Damon was standing in front of me... his hand at the back of my head, his eyes burning with a fire I couldn't recognize.

　　Damon: You belong to me, Sarah. Don't forget that. 

　　A lump forms in my throat at the hearing of those words.... belong? Is he... is he really thinking of me just as an object?

　　Sarah: Damon-

　　I blurt out his name ready to protest but I don't have time to. His lips smash on mine with a force I ...