I woke up. I was in bed in a different room, and I still felt pretty fucking drugged, but the pain jerked me awake through the drugs, making me feel pretty fucking confused and almost scared, not understanding anything.
I vaguely remembered fucking Adam, Samuel, and Damon, but it wasn't actually sex. They came and came. That had been the main thing, and I remember the ambrosia inside me. Now, I was in pretty good shape. I remembered kissing Bran, but I hadn't taken him. But then, after we'd gone to eat, I was supposed to have Bran too, but Charles stunned me. I remembered the pain in my side.
The super good, blissful feeling was gone, and my mouth was incredibly painful. I felt scar tissue in my palate, and the base of my tongue was also healing. I remembered the lump in my mouth and then everything was like a dream after that. It was like I wasn't awake, and I was just looking for that pleasure.
My thoughts were slow and foggy; half my face was on fire; this was worse than a toothache. I tried to sit up, and the dizziness made my eyes blacken. I groaned and leaned back on my bed. Fine, then I didn't even get up. I heard footsteps approaching, and this was not Damon, Samuel, Adam, or Bran now. The door opened.
Colin came into the room and explained the whole thing. He told me how my willpower had caused my body to grow a gland in my palate, which was normally found in cat shifters, their Alpha females.
Then he asked, " Where did you get that amulet? I gave it to Adam, who put it in safekeeping. It had a very strong cat charm on it. That could have been one reason."
I said. "Yeah, but the vampire monks in Bhutan gave it to me when I fetched Lady."
Colin furrowed his brow and said, " All the more reason I don't recommend you wear it around your neck; let's see if this thing passes, if the cat magic fades out of your life, or if it becomes something."
I was so fucking sick, in pain, that I didn't even register the whole thing that much.
I said, " How about the men? Are they how furious about me when I draining them?"
I was ashamed and sore. I felt pretty fucked up and couldn't blame anyone. Surely, even Damon wouldn't want to come near me again. I wondered what was next, and I knew I deserved this pain that seemed to explode through my head. I was a fucking glutton for punishment, and here was a lesson in actions and consequences. Colin looked at me gently.
He assured me that the men were already fine and my mouth was slowly healing from Damon's dental work. They would ensure proper scar tissue growth so the gland wouldn't grow back. Colin had actually found it on me earlier, but it had been inactive. Now, they had both been dug out and burnt away.
He said, " You will heal, and most importantly, we now know this stuff, so Damon or Samuel, even Adam, can watch your mouth. No problem. Now, missy, don't be ashamed. You didn't do this on purpose. This was a stress reaction, and you have a powerful will, supernaturally strong, so that you can modify your body with it. That's just another thing we have to remember. "
I nodded and said, "This pain won't let me sleep, so I'm still as drugged as I can be, but the pain is too much."
Colin said, "Well, don't worry, I've got some capsules for you. Painkillers won't go to your head. But they will help with the pain."
He pulled a brown plastic jar out of his bag and said, " Take two whenever you need them. They help for a surprisingly long time, and you should be fine in a couple of weeks. Damon's dentifrice, which scars the tissue enough that it doesn't grow back straight away, caused the pain."
I replied. "yeah, you said that already, but I'm slow so that a little repetition won't hurt. Just as long as I get myself properly awake,"
Colin said gently. "Damon uses a powerful cocktail when he puts you to sleep, so you must be feeling pretty sticky."
I nodded.
I nodded. Colin looked at me and said, " I think you probably won't be able to eat for a week. Anything too gross that you have to drink it all in smoothie form."
I nodded again, and that made the pain get even worse. Colin stood up and put two capsules in my hand and prepared a glass of water. I lay there for a moment before I even remembered the capsules in my hand.
Colin said, "I have to go now, but let's see if there are any problems, fever, or anything else. Contact me or Samuel; I don't know where Damon went."
I nodded again, barely noticeable.
Then Colin left and walked calmly out of the room. I sighed and felt the capsules in my hand. I guess I should try to act. I took the two capsules with water and waited for the pain that was tearing at my face and about to burn in my mouth to begin to subside.
After half an hour, it was tolerable in a way that I could imagine drinking something. I managed to pull myself up. Put my clothes on. I looked in the mirror, but my face wasn't even swollen, even though I felt like it. Everything was in my mouth.
I wondered if I'd make myself a smoothie, banana, blueberry, peach, pear, or apple, now I didn't want to put anything in yet that might sting my mouth, and I wondered in passing how the fuck I was going to drink coffee or coca cola. But one thing at a time.
Then I went into the kitchen, and Bran was there. Before I could say or do anything, I felt the marrok force come over me and glue me into place.
Bran said, " Young lady, you will be punished for this, despite Colin's best efforts to make you innocent, but this will ensure that next time you discover it yourself, you may not want to do anything about it, but will have your gland removed immediately. The fact that you took my will, just put me to rest, is not a good thing, and the fact that I wasn't good enough. I am Satan Marrok!!! The top werewolf in North America. All the women want me, and you thought you were so good that I wouldn't let you have me. Well, now, you satanic creature will learn and learn well; it seems you are one of those who don't believe in speech but in physical feedback. Let's see if I can make you believe it."
I tried to move, but I couldn't. I couldn't get my rage out, and I was probably too drugged to do it. I was cursing pretty fucking hard in my mind, but Bran put the pack bonds down, so I couldn't get anything out to anyone.
Bran was furious. His eyes were almost black, and there was a chilling undertone to his voice. I knew I was in a pretty fucking helpless state, and my options were very, very limited.
The marrok force wouldn't let me speak, and I knew this punishment wasn't going to be the gang rape, whatever he had planned for me.
Bran said, " Let's get started then. Now, I'm giving you no choice but just to take your punishment. Oh, fuck, it's a good thing you're immortal."
I looked at Bran for a moment with my mouth open. Punishment, really. Oh, good fuck. Fine. Go ahead. I didn't have any other choice. My life is a fucking balancing act, or apparently the universe has decided that every moment of pleasure comes at a price for me, and that price is not cheap.
Bran gave me a drink and said, " Drink it. It's got a dose of chloral hydrate in it."
Oh fuck, tell me about it. All sorts of fucking things. But the marrok force pushed and forced me to obey, and I had nothing to say as my hand picked up the glass and raised it to my lips. Fine, let's drug ourselves then.
I drank the drink and sat down. After a couple of minutes, the double vision started. That's how I knew the dose had been pretty fucking strong, and I didn't have time to think about my condition as I slumped to the floor. I felt Bran pick me up in his arms, then nothing.
Bran looked at his unconscious victim, perfect. He picked up Mimi in his arms and carried her to the car. He drove to the airport, where there was a plane ready to fly them to Utah and where she would receive her punishment.
On the plane, Bran took out a bag and took out several different bottles of medicine. He pulled out syringes of drugs and injected them into the unconscious woman. He knew the flight would take about eight hours, and it was time for him to work; after about three hours, he realized his drugs had worked, and he started working on her. He put a spreader in her mouth and took pliers, ripping out her fangs.
The substance he'd given her made Mimi heal slower than a human, and the human didn't grow new teeth. Bran hated vampires, and he tolerated Salvatore when it was useful, but he enjoyed looking at Mimi's torn mouth; he took a syringe full of red paste, pushed the tip of the syringe into the base of the tooth cavity, and began to fill it.
The pungent smell of the tomato stank in the plane and Bran also enjoyed smelling the coriander and a couple of other herbs that Mimi couldn't stand, one was the colour nettle and it made her face break out in a nasty looking rash as the stuff started to soak in.
He filled the tooth sockets completely, sealed the stuff, and put some more on. Then he sat for another hour, adding more always when it was absorbed. Mimi's eyes were swollen, her face almost scarlet, and Bran watched with satisfaction as the rash began to spread to her chest. Oh, that's not all.
When the plane landed, Mimi's breathing was clearly rasping, excellent. He gave her a few more injections, carried her to the car, and drove to the old house in Utah. There, he took her to the basement.
In the damp, cold basement, he undressed her. Hung her naked, first hanging by her hands in shackles against the wall, and began to beat, kick; he struck her many times in the face, in the ribs, each crack telling him how the bone broke and bringing only grim satisfaction inside him.
He beat Mimi for three hours, sparing no strength. Bran had werewolf strength, and his blows hit hard and brutally; his victim would suffer for a long time. He even broke her femurs, both of them—no need for her to move too much painlessly. he made sure that bones were not aligned as they should and she would lose blood.
The cellar was cold; a cage had been brought there, which he had wanted, and army dry goods, also made according to his instructions. There was a clock on the wall, but it didn't quite work. Creature could rot here quite a time. He took few more syringes, pure herbal extracts, injected into her heart, seeing rash starting to spread even more.
He opened the cage and threw the now bruised woman into the cage. There was water stored there and not much else. Bran was very pleased. He himself had a warm coat on. It was early winter, and the air was quite cool already, especially in the cellar. He looked at the naked woman with bruises all over her body, which were getting bigger and bigger.
Now, he was just waiting for her to wake up so he could teach her how to behave. And when the lesson was over, Salvatore would see how rough he had to get with her to get her to obey. Bran sat on the stool and waited, the rash spreading up Mimi's arms already. Bruises were deepening, her legs were bent in weird angles, rash was all over her upper torso.