Damon was sitting on his knees, in his cell, his hands chained above his head. Bonnie sat behind him and stroke with her middle finger over his naked back. It was pitch dark, but somehow she managed to see everything she needed to.
There was a small jar of a colorless liquid next to her. She dipped her index finger in it and pulled it out again. She waited five unbearable seconds wherein she could hear Damon’s hectic breathing. She placed her finger on his shoulder blade and starting from there she formed letters. Though Damon only groaned, she saw him grasping the chains and pull his back, which made it difficult for her to write.
“What…what are you…doing?” he said weak.
“Ssh” Bonnie hissed. “Don’t talk and sit still. I need to concentrate” Ignoring Damon clenching his teeth she continued her inscription, while blood streamed over his back like minuscule creeks. She purposely wrote immense slow to let him suffer even more and she wasn’t finished until she reached the bottom of his back.
“The pain’s going away, you know” Damon said with a whiff of his old sarcasm. “Eventually” He felt how Bonnie placed her hands on his burning shoulders and gasped. She bowed to his ear and whispered: “Not if I’m around to make sure you keep feeling it” She stood up and walked around Damon until she was standing in front of him. She bent down on her knees to be on eyesight with Damon and looked him in the eyes. Damon looked away, but was forced to look back at Bonnie. “Damon, I forbid you to show anyone what’s on your back” she said soft, but sharp. “Do you understand?”
Damon nodded.
“Now you need to be patient. Tonight you can hunt. But no humans” Bonnie said. “You know what happens when you harm people, then I would have to punish you and I don’t want to do that”
She walked passed him and walked out of the cell, leaving the door open. There was no need bothering closing it; the key of Damon’s prison involved something much less earthly than a door.