I lay in the cage for a long time. I had no sense of time. I drifted in and out of consciousness. The medicine that poured into my heart made me feel just as disgusted as could be. I was very weak, encrusted with metal, and unable to move or speak; my rage was not within reach. I was helpless, utterly unable to do anything, even think properly or try to communicate my feelings to even Adam. I hated this feeling. Sedated. Almost unconscious. In pain. And I couldn't do anything.
The cold was already in my bones. I did not know if I had any more fever or if my superbug had gone into sepsis. I knew I couldn't go into hibernation because Damon had given me a strong inhibitor against it. I hoped it would not be Damon again as I heard the cellar door open.
Someone came in, went to the cellar's wine side, and rattled around for a while. I don't know what made this man turn his head so he could see me. I saw him squinting as he tried to see me. But this cage was in shadows. I was covered in a thick blanket, ensuring that the metal kept hurting and weakening me.
"Hey da, who you got in the cage?" Charles asked his father, his voice tinged with weariness.
The scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint musk of sweat and the faint aroma of cigarettes. He had just come back from another one of his father's wild parties, the thumping bass still echoing in his ears. While it felt momentarily numbing to drown his sorrows in booze and casual encounters, it did little to alleviate the deep pain and loneliness that Anna's death and the betrayal had etched into his soul.
Charles no longer dared to love, his heart scorched and hardened by the flames of heartbreak. He had tried to envision what a relationship with the pretty, nice, and cute girls he encountered would be like, but it never felt right. Love had become a cold, black ember nestled in his chest, its warmth forever extinguished.
Sometimes, when he was drunk enough, he allowed those suppressed emotions to unfurl, and tears would stream down his face as he mourned his wretched past, lost love, and Anna's absence. They were always meant to be together, but fate denied them that happiness. Charles had been forced to make tough choices that cost him love. Yet, deep down, he knew he had made the right decision.
"I don't have anyone in a cage," Bran's voice slurred, heavy with intoxication.
He was drowning himself in alcohol, the sharp scent of Jack Daniels permeating the room. Bran's gaze wandered, seeking the next conquest, the next girl to satisfy his lust. Oblivious to Charles' inquiry, he gestured towards the defiant brunette before him, his arousal evident in the throbbing bulge in his pants.
Bran had long forgotten about Mimi's punishment, the weeks passing like a blur of alpha crises. The whole ordeal had slipped from his mind, replaced by his primal desires. Perhaps one day, he would have Mimi in heat again, a memory of their last encounter lingering like a tantalizing fantasy. He had no inkling of Mimi's current whereabouts, assuming she was somewhere, broken and distant, an icy queen once more.
Curiosity piqued, Charles cautiously approached the cage, the darkness of the basement enveloping him. He fumbled along the wall, searching for the light switch. The flick illuminated the room, revealing a mysterious mound in the cage concealed beneath a black blanket. Charles approached with trepidation, unable to discern whether the mound was a wounded werewolf seeking refuge or something far more dangerous. Wounded werewolves were unpredictable creatures, capable of leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if Samuel had placed this creature here, but the truth remained elusive.
This small creature couldn't possibly pass for a werewolf, not even in its wolf form. Charles cautiously approached, inhaling deeply and detecting the unmistakable aroma of strawberries. Mimi, the sole female in his father's pack, possessed a distinct uniqueness.
Created through a lab experiment, Mimi possessed numerous extraordinary qualities, one of which was her inability to die. Even when she was blown up, a few cells always managed to survive, allowing her to recover and retain her memories. Mimi had endured more than her fair share of hardships, causing Charles to view her as a sort of goddess. However, Mimi had her flaws as well.
In her werewolf form, known as Mimosa, she was an imposing figure, provided she was in good health. Mimosa stood at an impressive shoulder height of nearly a meter, weighing in at around 90-100 kilos. Charles wasn't sure of Mimosa's current weight, but if that frail heap before him was truly Mimi, she was clearly not in good shape.
A sense of illness emanated from her, which Charles, inheriting some of his mother's witch-like abilities, could keenly perceive. Charles was capable of killing, possessing a formidable strength, but he never toyed with his victims. Instead, he dispatched them swiftly and efficiently unless they deserved some form of punishment beforehand.
Charles knew that his father had subjected Mimi to a gang rape shortly after she lost her virginity. Mimi had experienced multiple pregnancies, each resulting in devastating miscarriages and infections. Recovery had always been an arduous process for her. Determined not to leave Mimi at the mercy of her father, Charles furrowed his brow.
Could Salvatore be responsible for this once again? If so, all the better. Mimi needed to escape. Adam and Damon had been indulging in alcohol and sexual encounters for an entire week, leading Charles to suspect that Mimi had been confined to the basement for an equal amount of time. Charles decided to take Mimi with him and help her recover from whatever horrors had been inflicted upon her.
He approached the cage cautiously, fully aware that even as sweet as Mimi could be, she had the potential to be highly dangerous. Charles had witnessed her in a state of silver madness, her body emaciated yet still attempting to attack. He needed to proceed with the utmost care. He had been with her in world saving tour, witnessing her inner killer, at the fight clubs, he knew what lurked inside her. He had brought it out and since she was hurt, her feline side might not feeling too stable. And as she was vampire, capable of making very potent poisons he needed to take this very carefully.
Charles could not fathom that one day Mimi would be his world, his own and she would teach him to love. She would heal his soul and they would have connection like no other.
As someone cautiously approached the cold steel cage, my heart pounded with hope that it wasn't Damon. The mere thought of him sent chills down my spine. Damon, who had visited me three times before, his presence always accompanied by the scent of sex and passionfruit, his words muttered incoherently about it. My stomach churned at the memory.
Time had become a blur in this dark, suffocating cage. The drugs pumped into my veins had twisted my perception of reality, intertwining with the nightmares, fear, and sheer terror that Damon inflicted upon me. The heavy metallic taste lingered in my mouth, a constant reminder of the poison coursing through my weakened body.
I fought to keep my eyes open, desperate to escape from the wretched medical facility in my memories that had turned into a torture chamber. Sleep brought no respite; instead, it only gave Damon the opportunity to pry open the dark corners of my mind, unearthing old memories and haunting images. I needed a reason to stay awake, to stay vigilant.
The creaking of the cage door pierced through the suffocating silence, causing my body to curl up, seeking refuge instinctively. But I remembered Damon's presence. His towering figure effectively blocked any escape. The metal fragments embedded in my flesh, remnants of his relentless kicks, pulsed with pain as I tried to hide.
He had came by, three times, changing sedative bags, kicking me so long until I threw up and he was sending fear and terror, feeling of being chased whenever he was sober enough, or he was letting me feel how he was fucking others. How he felt nothing for me. This was physical, mental and emotional torture. Not anymore teaching, just pure torture.
A familiar figure, Charles, knelt down beside me, his gentle hands pulling back the thick blanket that had become my prison. Charles had rescued me before, a beacon of hope in the darkness. Memories of Bran's betrayal and the alpha males he shared me with flooded my mind, a torment I desperately wanted to forget. He continued to unwrap the other blankets in which I was wrapped.
Charles spoke, his voice laced with determination, "Mimi, I'm here to help you. Stay awake, don't give in to your rage. I won't harm you. I'll get you out of here."
His eyes, almost black with rage, reflected both compassion and fury. With his half-Native American heritage, Charles possessed eyes that held both tenderness and a hint of cruelty, a paradoxical gaze that mirrored his conflicting emotions.
I met Charles' gaze, managing to nod weakly. I was not feeling too angry, my rage had been blocked. i felt weak, sick, helpless. He brought this incredible sense of safety, almost as strong as Damon or Adam. His hands moved with gentle precision, carefully undoing my confinement and freeing me from Damon's clutches. As he removed the IV drip from my heart, the pain intensified, a burning sensation that radiated through my entire body. The waves of agony washed over me, causing involuntary shudders.
At that moment, I glimpsed the pain mirrored in Charles' eyes. He sensed my suffering, his self-restraint barely holding back his anger. He wanted to confront Damon and show him the true extent of my torment, but he knew his priority was to save and care for me.
As Charles worked, his mouth held the promise of both tender kisses and demanding commands. I tried to focus on the thought, to distract myself from the pain that consumed me. The moldy blanket, once wrapped tightly around me by Damon, resisted Charles's gentle attempts to untie it. The metal alloy lodged in my stomach continued to burn, a constant reminder of the torment I endured. The pain surged through me in fiery waves, causing my body to convulse in agony.
I felt like my skin was peeling away as the release of the blanket ripped away the metal alloy. I had prayed for something in my stomach to die, for the nerves to die, for the pain to stop. Charles took a deep breath intake as he saw my skin's shape. He finally got it ripped away from me. Pulling it fully off of me and what skin I had left.
He said, "Wait a minute. I'll get something to wrap you with, and I'll be right back." I was too weak to speak. Too much in pain.
He strolled fast out of the cellar. I could hear him running up the stairs. I was cold, but I no longer had the strength to shake. He returned soon enough, carrying several sheets and wet towels. He tried to very gently get as much metal out of my skin as possible; He murmured softly to me, calling me honey, turning me ever so carefully, feeling my bony body and then he wrapped my torn, battered, very skinny body in several sheets and a blanket. Charles gathered me gently in his arms after wrapping me loosely in a blanket and sheets,
He murmured, "You are not weighing anything, skeleton. But do not worry. I get you back into shape. Don't be afraid, and I won't leave you in the hands of anyone. Who on earth did this to you? " Charles asked.
I managed to answer as I wet my time dry mouth. " Bran planned to give me lesson through Damon. This had nothing to do with me endangering the pack but pure Bran's manipulations. And get me in to heat afterwards. Damon tried to teach me to be afraid, and then Damien took over and made a shed session. What day is it?"
Charles said, "It is the 15th of July. Why?"
I managed to utter. " My punishment started on the first of May. He kept me in the shed for nine weeks."
Charles was silent, but his apple scents got stronger as he was furious. His father was idiot. He truly was.
Charles nodded. Yes, that's right. Bran, Adam, and Samuel had known about Damon's little habit of torturing his wife for years. It was revealed that Damon might have had another personality then, even another being inside him. Damien. Charles knew his father well enough to know how easily Bran went along. Bran had known about Damien too, but he saw Damien as old as Damon, and from Bran's point of view, Damien had equal rights to exist. Charles was not convinced that Damien was a separate being; it just felt kind of stupid and weak alibi for Damon. That enabled Damon to give Mimi a reason why he tortured his wife because he had an evil side inside of him.
Damon would always come up with a reason to do whatever he did to Mimi, and the rest of the pack would believe the morons. It would be some sort of teaching session or this because he has an evil twin inside him. Bran had had obsession for long female's lust and he saw Mimi just another female for him to use as sex toy. Not anymore.
Charles knew he was taking Mimi to his own safe house. He'll have a relatively well-stocked medicine cabinet and Magnum there. He knew quite a lot of medicine and there was plenty of people who he could call and get more help. Higgins and others will probably help. So will Colin.
That's one solution, Charles thought with satisfaction. He'll have to get Colin to take care of Mimi. Mimi needed time, and some serious medical work was done to herself. As Charles planned to carry this light-as-feather woman to his car, he felt this crumbling spine, just bone crushed. He had tried to wrap Mimi so that pain would be minimal, but Mimi's tissues felt pain so long as they were alive. He would call Colin to his car. The drive would take an hour, and he hoped Colin would be ready sooner.
Because of what Charles saw on the surface when he extracted Mimi from the bandages, Mimi's damage would be extensive and even difficult to repair. This one's skin smelled like metal. He had tried to wipe the worst of the metals out of her skin, but plenty would still be left. This one was ice cold. Tired, medicated, scared. He didn't know why Mimi was in such terrible pain when he lifted her into his arms. She had gotten very stiff, and Charles had sensed her pain.
"Mimi, where are you hurting? What hurts you?"
Mimi moistened her mouth and managed to say in a whisper, " Metal, on my skin, and in my abdominal cavity. Please. Don't push. He poured this thick molten metal inside me so much. I am so tired."
I managed to tell Charles about the metal. Oh my God, only if he knew how much it hurt when he lifted me up in his arms. My skin was on fire, and I cursed the fact that I had to feel even when I had no nerves. I actually felt Charles's rage, too. He had tried to wipe some of the metal off me, but Damien had covered me so many times.
Charles said, "How about you try to fall asleep in the car? We'll be there soon, so it might be a bit more comfortable if you do. Just let go. You seem very tired."
I said, "Damon, nightmares. I don't want to fall asleep. He digs my memories every time I try to sleep. He sends fear and terror whenever he is sober enough and also how he is fucking others. "
Charles sighed and said to me, "Fine. Now I'm going to put you in the back of my car. Tell me what's the most comfortable position so you don't get hurt so much. I get you in shape and keep you safe. I have my ways to ensure peace for you. I will keep you safe and help you, honey."
I said, "It's okay. It keeps me awake. No more nightmares, no more fear, no more horror. Pain is for tolerating. I can take it."
Charles gently placed me in the back of his car and covered me with several blankets he had there. He said nothing as I saw how furious he was. I wondered if I'd ever get warm again. The door was closed, and after a moment, I felt the car's engine roar to life. The car started moving.
I placed my hand so that it hit my stomach now and then so that the fiery wave of pain would keep me awake. And also that my skin would rub against something so that the pain would keep me from sleeping.
My stomach would cramp now and then, and I would feel faint nausea as it tried to empty itself. Nothing came out, and I was left feeling even weaker. I could feel my little strength waning at an alarming rate. I was not sure what shape my straps were actually this time. Eventually, we arrived. Charles had called someone on the way but had spoken so softly I couldn't hear. The car stopped, and after a moment, the doors opened. I hear footsteps, several of them.
Charles said, "She's here. I heard her trying to vomit the entire way, fucking Salvatore, sending nightmares and fear and terror, so Mimi is trying to stay awake no matter what."
"Hello, Mimi. We meet again." A soft Irish accent in his voice told me that Colin Farrel had arrived.
He had fixed me up a few times before. He had seen me in a terrible way and had also found out that I was not a pleasant patient. When I have infection, he had treated me when I had been crawling around the floor.
Colin sat in the car next to me and brushed my hair from my forehead. He kept his expression neutral and in dim light of car I did not even see so well.
He said to me, "Young lady, I have a very strong sedative in this syringe. It will definitely put you to sleep. No fear. No terror. It'll be much easier for me to put you in a little better shape then, knowing you won't hurt. Now you need to rest. Your straps are getting very cranky, so sleep is the first thing I will take care of."
I nodded. It's not like Colin would have asked permission when he started looking for a vein. Something identifiable to stick an injection into.
I said, " Heart is the only option if you don't want to examine me in the car. I have been in a shed for nine weeks, metalized, beaten, crushed to pulp, so there are not so many places; my heart is still beating."
I said and coughed. The rib crush rubbed nasty against my lungs if I tried to breathe too much. I had stopped breathing in the cage because it was easier that way, but I needed sound and air to talk, so I had to try to breathe. Colin opened the sheet around me so he could see my body. He kept his expression neutral all the time.
Colin cleverly found my heart, and the injection didn't feel much. The relief when the darkness came, and the pain stopped was huge instead.