After Mimi had fallen asleep, Damon reached out from the bedside table and took the syringe. It was time to give the lady a long, hard lesson. He was determined to weed out the habit of fucking others. Mimi belonged only to him and sometimes to Adam, but she wasn't supposed to fuck Colin or Magnum.
The syringe felt right in his hand, and he knew he would not regret it. He was going to enjoy it. He deftly slipped it into Mimi's jugular and pressed the plunger. Then he laid her on her back and got out of bed himself. The drug would be short-acting when it came to putting her to sleep, but it had a sedative effect that would last for hours.
Damon got an enormous pile of towels and put them in his lap. He stripped Mimi naked first, stroking her body, but he had no need to fuck her for as long as the lesson would last. He lifted Mimi onto his lap on his back. Then he took his silver dagger from the bedside table drawer with its thin platinum coating that was flaking from the impact and began stabbing her in the stomach and ribs. All over.
He kept Mimi's hands under control, and the pleasure grew as Mimi began to come to. Mimi began to moan, moving restlessly, and Mimi's pain made the pleasure grow.
He whispered in Mimi's ear, "This is the consequence of darlin' if you fuck with strangers. Actions and consequences, darlin. I can teach."
He stabbed all night. After four hours, Mimi's healing began to slow, and Damon plunged the knife deep into the middle of her stomach, slicing open her abdominal aorta and twisting it with pleasure each time before pulling out. He sliced under the ribs all the way down the ribs, plunging the tip of the dagger into the lung so that the lung collapsed several times.
Mimi's breathing became gasping, and her panic grew louder. All the time, he sent fear and terror into her dazed mind. He pleasurably stabbed her heart and twisted the dagger there, too. Right from the chest, between the ribs, or even from the side of the back.
Each time the dagger plunged into her body, he smelled her strong blood, felt her confusion, her pain, and above all his absolute power in this matter, he felt strengthened and how ironic it was that the evil, the distortion he felt inside himself, now felt so much weaker.
He concentrated on the liver, jabbing the dagger into it and slashing, bruising. The dagger was silver platinum, and judging by Mimi's shaking and sweating, it hurt very badly. He sometimes held his hand over her mouth and nose until she was almost unconscious from lack of oxygen before letting her breathe again.
He whispered all night, teaching his wife, his vampire wife, how to behave. He taught with pain, fear, and terror, keeping her drugged, helpless, in pain, and weakening her mercilessly all the while.
I woke up in pain. I didn't understand at first what was going on until the stabbing continued for a while. Salvatore's raspy voice explained the actions and the consequences. When you're with strangers. He stabbed all fucking night.
I was really drugged, and the searing agony that struck my liver or punctured my lungs hit my heart so badly I felt an arrhythmia and chest pain that almost rendered me unconscious. I could feel him slicing under my ribs with a blade grazing my ribs. The pain made tears run from my eyes, and then, when he poked the tip so hard, my lungs collapsed, and my breathing got really bad.
He could cover my mouth and nose I panicked, struggled, the stabbings continued but I couldn't breathe, not until the blackness threatened to knock me unconscious again then I could breathe but he made me lean on my forward stance, plunged the knife through my back into my heart, twisted some more. He quickly and mercilessly stabbed it into my kidneys or liver from the back. Sometimes, he'd lift me up so he could hit me really hard and twist the wound really hard.
Sometimes, I was again in some forest where there was fear and terror; I was trembling, and I was sweating. The drug he had sedated me with made me very slow, and I couldn't really stand up for myself. Then, it was morning at last, and my mind started to clear a bit.
I hadn't recovered for several hours, and I was cut up front and back. I was very low on blood, tired, and in a lot of pain when Damon told me how the knife was wound with platinum and it was flaking inside me. Damon put me down on the towels and slit his wrists. He drained his blood into a mug and drew it from there into a syringe.
He squirted just enough of the blood to make my skin close up. He dripped a drop of blood into each wound after first pulling the skin together. He didn't want me to heal more than superficially. I was just wondering what I was going to be able to do today. I was so close to passing out from the blood loss and pain that I knew today was going to be a difficult day. I knew that I hadn't even healed from the deep yet.
When I was no longer bleeding but so fucking raw all over and broken inside, he came and sat next to me and looked me hard in the eye, and said, "You will not mention this to anyone. If anyone asks, we slept well."
He just compelled me. Fine, then don't tell anyone. My body was one big bruise and Damon put on his clothes after he had showered. I didn't shower. I picked out my own clothes and then went downstairs to get something to eat or drink because I knew calories were being burned and I was definitely not in top shape.
We went to breakfast, and I ate what I could. Because I was still broken inside. Damon didn't even give me as much food as usual, and Adam and Samuel had almost finished eating by the time we got there, so they weren't paying any attention, either. Damon gave me a fruit smoothie, some Coca-Cola, and not nearly enough coffee.
He did eat well and drink enough, didn't talk to me at all, chatted with Adam and Samuel about the day's projects, and kind of hinted that I was still pissed off about the whole farm visit and needed to be left alone.
After the morning snack, Damon again went to set up the castle, but first, he made me drink his own blood. I could feel most of the blood actually going to heal the injuries, and it didn't really quench the bloodlust. I had been bleeding for 12 hours like a stuck pig, so I had a bloodlust, but it didn't go away as my internal organs needed healing. He gave me a wrist to drink from. I drank then as I took a sharp knife and sliced his wrist wide open so I could drink.
As he went about his business, I decided to start the next project that had been simmering in my mind for some time. I wanted an Aquarium. I had once had an aquarium a long time ago as a human being, and they were lovely. Now I had money. Luckily, I had a well-protected account, so I could order what I wanted.
Even if Adam was looking at the cards, I didn't know where the money went, whether he had a new account, or if it was just the pack money, and I didn't care. What I had learned was that I was getting money, and fast. I had a global organization, and with that, I was able to get a pretty good pile of money quickly.
So, the aquarium project took off. I started researching them online and ordering because Mimosa was totally into it. She started researching my memories of the aquarium and all the fish. She fell in love with the project so much that she jumped out of me through my eyes.
So I was looking up and looking at the floor, and all of a sudden, there was a pressure in my head, and I felt something come out through my eyes; it was magic, and I was stunned.
Mimosa said, "I can always do this for a couple of hours now, but I get stronger every time. My time gets longer. And one day, if you want, you can set me free. We are now completely our own beings, sharing only a body. Don't worry, you're still a werewolf. Now your wolf's form is what you decide if I'm not inside you. But let's not share this with the men just yet. "
No, indeed. Not for a million years, at least not for a stabber. I thought sarcastically that I was just a little, just a little, pissed off at Damon. When he still wasn't in a good mood. Damon would come over every couple of hours, glue me to the wall tightly, and kiss me lazily.
But that's as far as it went. He'd press on my liver and look for any sore spots. And he found them when they were still all over the place. He looked at me challengingly and waited for me to say something.
I looked at Damon and said, " Do you have a problem with me? "
He smiled and lazily walked away without answering the question. I wasn't really into kissing either; I was too sore, and knowing what they were for, they didn't do what they could have done.
Every night, I was stabbed so much that I was absolutely horribly hurt until the next day. He was cold and distant but not, didn't choose clothes, and didn't even give me food. Every morning, the wounds healed just enough to keep my skin intact.
But I was a mush inside. Horror and fear messed with my mind, and I was forced not to tell anyone. Every day he came almost every hour to wrap and be supposedly friendly if there were others watching but in reality caused so much pain by pressing on my stomach and liver that I would always almost faint.
If there were no witnesses, he would just glue me to the wall, press, squeeze and whisper in my ear, causing fear and terror at the same time. Every night, he had covered the fucking dagger over and over again. Now, he also slit my throat. My bloodlust was pretty fucking intense, but I controlled myself. After five days, I was black all over.
Now, I wasn't even allowed to drink from him when I didn't have to. I just don't fucking heal. I got a lot of reminders in my head that if I stray again one day, I'll know what's coming. That was a promise—a promise I didn't need.
Then, a week later, in the morning, when he had just healed my wound again, he said, "Now, if you remember this week, the next time you feel like a stranger. Don't worry, my darling. This is your last lesson for now. Before you, naughty girl, do something else just as naughty."
I sighed inwardly with relief. I swallowed my fucking breath and said, "I have an aquarium delivery coming today; excuse me if I'm not available for next week. I'm feeling refreshed, and I think I'll be doing quite a lot of things on my own now."
I was fucked up as effectively as I could be. I lied pretty straightforwardly when I was really sore, but I'd done a few little things to get me through the week, first things first. Mirella had woken up for a while and taught me how to remove metals in small amounts.
I made them out of my fangs. My dental work now had glitter in it. I had done a healing booster. Well, it helped Mimosa when Mimosa was damaged, but it didn't help me; then, I did a substance that I had enough blood after bleeding internally most of the day. Then, I did a couple of painkillers.
Samuel had gone to the clinics after a couple of days, always for the day, and Damon had watched me the whole time, so I couldn't think of any excuse or workaround to express the issue to Adam.
The aquariums came, and I started to put them in order with Mimosa. Mimosa said they were lovely. I hadn't gotten the fish yet as I was getting the tanks ready first. Then, the fish would go straight into the water when the aquarium was done. I poured big bags of sand into the aquariums.
I didn't tell anyone what was involved in setting up the aquarium. This was my project, and what always made me most angry was when no one remembered my rage, but of course, this then improved my rage management as I couldn't do anything about it. During that week, I couldn't go to the gym as I was too unwell. And now the aquariums came, and I concentrated on them.
The men were pretty much sitting outside with a beer mug in their hands, talking about whatever. Fine didn't bother me at all. With my rage, I still had to deal with and now Salvatore didn't come to torture me at all. No amends, no chance to move on. I didn't even pay any attention to the men, and one morning, all I noticed was that there was a phone and wallet on the nightstand.
Adam and Samuel had left at the same time. They had left a note saying they were going to America. Bran called. I was wondering if the next batch of breeding was going to be there, and the next time I'm not going to be involved.
Same again. I guess we're not supposed to do anything nice with Damon. All I had to do was get myself a week's torture session, and just when I was starting to feel okay after five days, of course, the gentleman had to go somewhere.
I'm not supposed to feel wanted, wonderfully loved, I'm just supposed to be in control, not fucking anyone but Damon, and that could be over two years apart if it hurt. I'm gonna have to start being a nun. My rage had now grown to new dimensions, and it made my temper more flaring than Adam and Damon's together, but I never revealed it during their time.