I woke up disoriented, my senses still clouded by the effects of the drug I had been shot at. Dizziness and mild nausea washed over me, making it difficult to move properly. As I let out a sigh, Damon, accompanied by a wolf and a tall, dark woman, entered the room.
The pungent scent of seaweed and fish emanated from the woman, causing me to curse inwardly. She wrapped herself around Damon, their passionate embrace filling the air. Damon's hands ventured beneath her clothes, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her as he teased and squeezed her ample breasts.
Time seemed to stretch as they engaged in their passionate and intense encounter against the wall. They fucked like there would be no tomorrow. For an hour at least. When Damon noticed my presence, he hastily pulled up his pants.
The woman remarked, "The bitch is awake. Can you handle her, honey?"
Damon kissed her and reassured her, "Don't worry, I can handle it."
His gaze shifted towards me, and he walked over to a nearby table, retrieving a tranquilizer gun.
With a warning, he said, "Behave, baby, or you'll receive another dart. Trish and Bill are trustworthy, and I promised to provide them with meat. I'll reach out to Bran for help, but if you try anything, I won't hesitate to use another dose. Trish pleases me, and she's quite skilled in bed. So, remember your place. You may still be my wife, but I can take a mistress whenever I desire, and you accept that."
Dread washed over me as I realized the woman was a siren. I had encountered them before at fight clubs, and their captivating allure was dangerous. The unmistakable scent confirmed my suspicions. This siren had ensnared these elderly wolves, clouding their minds and turning them into savage beings that fed on unsuspecting victims. The sirens themselves indulged in this horrifying feast. So, those humans were shared meals. Not so much wolves get to eat, but sirens. At least that TV series had gotten that fact right.
I remained motionless, not uttering a word. This situation had spiraled into a nightmarish abyss. The wolf would continue to devour innocent lives, driven by its insatiable taste for human flesh. Perhaps Bran could intervene, taking the creature into his pack and managing it somehow. But once the siren had her way with the men, all hope would be lost. Bran had a soft spot for old crazy wolves, and oh boy, these fit the bill just right.
The only way I could think of was to run or getaway. The siren's enchanting melody echoed through the room, clarifying that a direct attack wouldn't work. Keeping damon tightly in her grip. Siren's song didn't affect me; it only made me even more enraged. First, Damon's imposing figure blocked my path, and besides, they were creatures that made them nearly impossible to kill in their human form. Not gonna work in wolf form. They were like elusive fish, camouflaged in human skin, and their resilience was unmatched. I was determined not to become their next meal.
Now, the best option was to escape and reassess the plan, seeking aid from others. Maybe Rebecca could offer a solution, and I could also reach out to Dresden or Constantine for help with this perilous task.
I silently conveyed my intentions to Damon, my thoughts swirling in my mind. "Fine, I'm leaving. Just show me the way to the front door, and you two can enjoy your twisted union. We'll see which address you send the divorce papers to. I do not know where or when I'll be."
Damon's frigid stare met mine, and without a word, he swiftly shot another dart into my leg.
His voice, devoid of any emotion, pierced through the air. "I warned you not to defy me. You will learn, my dear. You belong to me, you're my wife, and we have many uses for you."
I maintained a façade of sleepiness, concealing my seething rage from Damon. Magnum's lessons in anger management proved invaluable now, and my skill as an actress allowed me to play my part flawlessly. The raging fury within me shielded me from the effects of the drug coursing through my veins. This was once again quite a balance of horror. To play sleepy and drugged, but let your rage be out enough to prevent you from actually passing out.
In the distance, I heard their footsteps recede as they moved to another room. Seizing the opportunity, I rose to my feet. My footsteps reverberated on the wooden floors, the sound of my nails snapping against the surface despite my best efforts to tread lightly.
After a thorough search, I finally discovered a window. With determination, I gripped the latch between my teeth and exerted force, successfully opening it. This would be my escape route. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I propelled myself forward, leaping through the window.
A sharp pain jolted through my thigh twice as Damon realized I had slipped away. Yet, I let my rage fuel my movements as I sprinted with all my might, desperate to put distance between us. My keen sense of direction, honed by years of sniper work in the streets of New York, guided me through the darkness of the night.
I pushed my limits, running at an astonishing pace. The old wolf was no match for my relentless pursuit, and eventually, I discovered no one was chasing me anymore. The potent drug had a chilling effect on my rage, slowly eroding it away.
I knew I had to get to the hotel. I still had my collar on, and I assumed Damon would let me go once I escaped and concentrate on fucking that siren. Eventually, I saw our hotel in the distance, but I couldn't stop much, then when I got closer I walked calmly inside. There was a door where the wolves could get in, too.
I got to our hotel and slipped into the lift. The room was made for werewolves, so there was a hatch. You can't really change shape when you're in a rage, and this drug is unpredictable. I wondered who to contact.
Magnum was the best option because the siren didn't always respond well to humans, and besides, they're all over people, so he might not even try to charm Magnum. Magnum also knew about this gig, or at least I presumed so, if Adam would tell him about this. Whereas Magnum had seen a lot of sirens at gigs and was very good at killing them, he hated them.
I knew Samuel could probably help with the medicine, but I had to get out of here safely. Damon had the key, and if he came after me, whatever their plans were. Now, I couldn't change form because I didn't know if all three doses of the drug would hit or not, so I had to do this in wolf form.
Fortunately, Adam had taught me quite a lot about wolf mode, which is why if there were a tight spot somewhere in between, it would be good to learn how to do wolf mode as well. I went to my bag and opened it with my teeth. I fished out my phone and found Magnum's number.
I had put no fingerprint recognition or anything like that on my work phone, for this reason alone. I had a strong armor glass on it so it could take my claws. But as my paws were quite bigger than my hands, my phone wasn't small, but still. It was extremely challenging to write with a wolf's claw, but I managed.
All I got was "SOS Find this phone and come. "
Magnum had an app on my work phone just for the trouble, so I knew he would find me.
Then I was left waiting. My rage was dwindling steadily. I concentrated on staying awake. I knew that even if my rage was going away now; it wasn't really going anywhere. I just can't control it when my powers are fading. The door to the room opened, and a woman came in.
She had blonde hair and spoke with a British accent. "Hi, I'm Higgins. If you remember me, Magnum sent me when I was closer. Oh, are you Mimi at the moment?"
I nodded. Yes, I remember Higgins, but obviously, I was looking quite disoriented as she approached cautiously. I showed darts in my leg and shoulder.
She plucked them off and asked, "How strong are these? Are you losing consciousness?"
I nodded again.
Higgins squatted down and said, "Is there anything or anyone that can help?"
I showed her my bag. She started rummaging and searching. She muttered to herself that she didn't really even know what she was looking for. When she took the case with the adrenaline in it, I groaned. It would help you for a moment. Her phone rang, and she answered.
She whispered, "Magnum, I'll go talk to you over there, try to stay awake."
I had no choice but to wait. She left the case on the surface. I took it in my teeth, but as this required fingers. There was no way this was going to open in wolf form.
Suddenly Damon said in my head, " darling, still awake. Fine, I'm coming to the hotel, so I'll see that you're asleep this time. 10 minutes baby, then I'll be there wondering if you're still conscious. Two arrows killed poor Bill, but Trish said there were others she'd help. And you know what, Mimi? They so badly want to step on another bitch and kinda like I promised you to them as a plaything. You're such a crowd pleaser, aren't you? Let's see if we can get you in heat early so the boys can have a good time. They'd have to keep up the pace a bit, and then we could have a baby."
Damon's voice was strict, emotionless. He was under that damn siren and deeply. He carried on when he came up with his master plan.
"See, Samuel's worried about you after Reyes did what he did and boosted your fertility sky-high. Now you get knocked up so easily that you basically don't even need a heat, period. There might be an idea. If I can get myself to make sperm and fuck you regularly so that they're in your system all the time, my sperm, you'll be fertilized as soon as you release the eggs. And baby, I've been reading and studying you. You ovulate just like a human, but you don't get your period. Your eggs just die. But as you are a wolf, you will ovulate at least five eggs each month a litter. But our offspring would be a very strong creature and think you don't have to do anything. Trish has always wanted a child, and our children would be just worthy of her. You can always share me, can't you?"
Oh fuck, he keeps coming up with these things. Weren't those few fucking abortions enough? How fucking many do I have to go through? I couldn't get Higgins to warn about Damon. Oh, fuck. It was less than ten minutes when Damon arrived.
I heard Damon come in and talk to Higgins.
Higgins left, and Damon came into the room. "Hello baby, still awake, I see. Well, let's get down to business. First, you change your shape, and then we'll see where we're at. What's this box?"
He opened an adrenaline shot and said, "Well, these will help so you can change shape and feel when I breed you up real good."
He hit both syringes and forced me to change into a human. The adrenaline and my rage helped get the transformation going, but the drug kept pushing the whole time. I could feel the pain stopping the drug from taking effect, but not for long. When the pain subsided, I tried to keep my rage up, but it was pretty damn over by then. The effect of the adrenaline didn't last over 20 minutes, and it had taken half an hour for me to change shape.
Damon lifted me naked onto the bed and said, "Oh, that. I'll get on and get started. I took some dental stuff on the way there, which released my sperm. Now it's all over my filling. "
He started fucking me, after first putting on Eternal Flame to get me wet and aroused. He fucked me frantically, as if his only goal was to release his load into my womb. I felt him fill me up, and the knowledge that I was now teeming with his sperm was very repulsive, and I felt dirty.
Damon said, "How good that I programmed this song into you? You're so wet and ready, tight as a fuck. Oh, how I love to shoot inside you. "
I didn't even notice that a siren had come into the room and was complimenting Damon. They would fuck after I'd had a couple of fillings. And maybe already breeding. Oh, fuck, I'm just saying. Damon bit me on the neck and started pouring some stuff down there as he filled me up for the third time. I hadn't come once as the drug was pouring more and more on me.
As he pulled out of me, he said. "'You're going to ovulate soon. I've just given you the stuff that causes ovulation, and because you're super fertile, you're going to be pregnant soon. We're going to be parents. You see since Trish can't have children of her own, she's infertile. You'll always be the one in our marriage who makes the children."
I thought we'd be nothing when I had another abortion. I'll probably catch that infection one of these days. And I'm not living with that damn siren. But the medicine rolled over me once and for all, driving me into darkness and unconsciousness, into a coma...