Damon blinks his eyes open and squints against the harsh light. He thinks he hears a voice, but his ears are ringing. He groans as he tries to move, only to find he's chained to a chair.
"Oh look! Our little pet is awake!"
Wait a minute. Damon knows that voice. That's the man he was talking with last night at the bar. Damon feels a hand grab his hair and pull his head back sharp.
"Say hello, pet," the man says. Damon tries to say something, anything, but his voice is caught in his throat. "I told you to say hello," the man admonishes with a slap.
"H- hello?" Damon says, unsure why his mouth doesn't seem to want to cooperate.
"Give us a smile." The man - Adam, Damon remembers - sticks gloved fingers into his mouth and pulls his lips apart to show off his teeth. Damon looks ahead at a camera pointed straight at him, its red light blinking.
"He's docile right now, what with being so new, and as always, a little bit of sedative never hurts. Well, it doesn't hurt us." Adam laughs to himself and takes his fingers out of Damon's mouth. Damon tries to get the taste out but it sticks between his teeth like it was made to be there.
"Wha-" Damon coughs, his dry throat protesting. Every inch of him hurts. "What's going on?" he asks, too confused to be properly afraid.
"Oh, and it can speak. We'll have you properly trained in no time. Smile for the camera again, pet."
Damon bares his teeth with brows knitted. He doesn’t know why Adam wants this but Damon would rather not have the foul taste of cheap rubber gloves in his mouth again.
"It's already learning. Oh, you're going to be very good for me. What a good pet vampire!" Adam coos with false sincerity.
Vampire? did Adam just say- but Damon isn't- oh God. Damon looks into the lense of the camera and begins to shake.
He was turned.