I dressed up, took my bags, and went downstairs. Our mood was changed, both of the men were now focused on something else than me and I guess it was time to have fun five weeks on the ship too. We packed into one of the SUVs and Adam started to drive. This time, Samuel was on board, too.
The trip to the ship wasn't that long this time, and Damon was almost on his phone the whole way. I had decided to leave work matters aside from the victims out of this cruise because it wasn't part of the job, to begin with. We went on board and again I found that we had our own cabins and the men had cabins far apart from me.
I knew Bran had gotten us cabins, and it was obvious that he was still jealous of our fucking and my heat and everything. He was angry with himself for trusting Damien, and his double-crossing Bran repeatedly was a big blow to his ego. They say that wise learns from its mistakes, well Bran was not exhibiting much of wiseness as he thought he could control Damien. I wonder how many times this same will happen before he learns, maybe never.
The only cabin closest to us was Brans. If a fucking rapist thinks he's going to come at me, it's not going to work. I won't. The men went to negotiate, and I went to prey, and oh my wonder how easy it was. Not all the victims would die immediately, but all would be dead by the time this cruise was over. The ship was enormous and luxurious, and it had a plethora of shops that I could go through in these five weeks.
My discreet assassinations would not raise any alarms. The sheer effort I put into perfecting the diverse causes and poisons ensured that the deaths of twenty individuals on the ship in one day wouldn't arouse suspicion. Although these poisons took longer to take effect, usually for a week, they were undeniably effective.
With hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of people on board this colossal vessel, such fatalities would blend seamlessly into the bustling atmosphere. The ship's natural causes and the excitement that permeated the air could easily mask heart stoppages, ruptured aneurysms, or the exacerbation of arrhythmias, leaving no time for assistance.
There was no antidote, and the victims remained oblivious to their poisoning until it was too late. Sometimes, they never even realized it. I was efficient, eliminating thirty victims on the first day alone.
The following day, I would have my initial encounter with the wives. The prospect did not fill me with anticipation. Nevertheless, it was what it was. The meetings would always take place from 9:00 to 12:00, lasting no more than three hours. Once that was over, I could indulge in shopping or any other pastime.
At least then I would have dispatched my intended victim, granting me freedom. Damon, Adam, and Bran were occupied in meetings throughout the day, making it unlikely for me to ensnare any men on this cruise, at least not immediately. However, the little bitch was being well cared for, and that fact pleased me greatly.
I dined on board, exploring various restaurants. Over the course of a day, I sampled the fare at five different establishments. Subsequently, I visited a liquor store. As I had mentioned, my secret indulgence was fine white wine. Spumante, a delightful and exquisite white wine, captured my attention.
There was a special edition available, adorned with real edible gold chips, specifically marketed as a wine for the wives' club. I could taste it there, and if I enjoyed it, I could purchase it and bring it home. I acquired a selection of reputable white wine brands, familiar ones that I knew to be exceptional, and returned to my cabin.
The alcohol content was surprisingly low, leaving me somewhat perplexed. For the men, I procured potent spirits packaged in charming little bottles designed exclusively for supernatural beings. They were undeniably strong. It would be quite amusing to witness Damon's composure crumble after consuming a single small bottle.
Be all innocent then, oh, sorry. I didn't mean it to be that strong. It would be another little 1-0 done. Yeah, there are always those times for this individual. It's nice to do. Oh, that if there was still a darling side on the other side. It would be absolutely perfect.
I shopped the whole day long and found many very nice shoe shops, clothes shops, and food shops too, so I could get myself some treats if I was in the mood for those treats too. I was pretty damn tired when I got to my cabin; it was luxurious, suite almost and there was again kitchenette and living space too. I guess Bran tried to bribe me, but this was nice and since the bedroom had its own door, I closed it as I retired to rest. I went to bed at night because there was definitely no fight club here.
When the surveillance cameras showed the subject was asleep, the investigators began. And put gas coming out of the air-conditioning vent into the target's cabin. They waited twenty minutes. Then they used a master key to open the cabin door.
They went to the subject and gave her a long-acting anesthetic and turned her on her back. Then, they started to extract the enzyme. They had a new way. They irritated the liver. They sprayed it with a thin layer of platinum. And the enzymes started coming out. They spent all night collecting the enzyme.
They had a new, efficient collecting machine, and they got enzymes out of subjects' blood too by using their modified machine, built for this purpose only. They also harvested growth factors, a few weird molecules, and other enzymes too, a little bit that there were multiplication enzyme pre-stages, and they took them too.
At 6:00 am, they pulled out, let the wound heal, and the target recovered. The target doesn't even know they're collecting the enzyme. The target would be captured when the cruise was over. That was the agreement.
That's what they paid for. Bran Cornick, who had arranged this, had agreed that they could do whatever they wanted to the target for five weeks and then take it back to the facility. The fee had been substantial. He had personally contacted them and offered the subject to be used so they would not need to take another subject when they would focus on this one alone.
I woke up this morning exhausted. And I didn't understand Why? But fine, I'd have half an hour or an hour and a half, before I'd have to—meeting with the wives. I went into the shower and thought, why is my stomach so damn sore? What the fuck did I do yesterday? Is it the remnants of a little bitch session or what? The upper right side of my stomach. My liver. My head hurt, and I felt kinda listless, but I had my club, so I pulled myself together and went on with my morning routines.
I thought about it for a while. I wonder if Damon's already been stabbing me in the night, but it wasn't exactly like that either. This was just in one place and it was not that deep ache that came after stabbing sessions. But it was what it was. I didn't go into any more analysis. I put on my summer dress and did my hair neatly—a braided bun. I put on some neat makeup. I went upstairs to the wives' club. I was ready to be a wife and alpha female, not a scary flea but a friendly Mimi.
I walked up to the club; I did not have too high heels. They were moderate, at least by my standards, and I walked calmly. There were maybe thirty or so women. There was chatter, and I went and introduced myself and started chatting about the most trivial things, but the wine was good. It had real golden chips. I saw them floating in the drink, and I was assured they were good for everyone. They were all some kind of werewolf or shape-shifter, and none of them got sick from it.
They told me that gold had gone through special preparation so it would not absorb but instead came out in pee and poo. They were joking that they needed to check their poo to see if it was really golden. Grapes for this spumante had grown in the special, secret place, and this was really a rare edition. There would not be this anywhere else than on the ship, on this cruise.
It's the perfect wine. It was expensive because it had genuine gold in it, but it was a luxury drink in a way. It was just something safe to drink. I drank several glasses of it and knew that this was something that I would buy after I got out of this club. I got to know these women a little better and I let my pretender side be on the surface too.
One woman was most young-looking. She was almost a girl, I could not guess her age as they would not age, but this girl reminded me of Amanda Seyfriend, the actress who played the lead role in Mamma Mia. I told her about Damon; I told her about our pack life, and she seemed absolutely delighted, what three handsome men I have. I promised we could meet tonight, even if it was at a nightclub.
These women were almost hens, it felt so, but I kept my role on and listened to that nonsense chatter for a while, they had been groomed to their roles and none of these were dominant at all. These were very submissive creatures, and that was probably one of the reasons I felt so outsider when I sat and listened to them appraising their powerful males and how the men decided everything and bought everything and they were just happy to have such a good spouse.
They were eager to see what kind of men I had and whether they were as dominant as theirs and it seemed to be almost like completion for them to compare whose man was most dominant it was like it was an honor to them to be fully submissive and tightly under male rules.
When I think about those women now, as I am writing this memoir of mine, I realize that Mariella, Damon's true soulmate, his one and only, most important one, is exactly like these women, she likes that Damon tells what to do, what to dress, she trusts to damon and let him dominate her fully; she has her moments when she is not so submissive, but overall, she is like these women were. And this brings me again to the conclusion that I am a weird one. I am the one who is not normal. The outsider. I am full opposite of Mariella. I am not submissive, and I will challenge Damon daily if he tries to dominate me. I am an alpha female.
I knew the men went to a certain club, so I could show these women who I was actually married to. I didn't mind if Damon took strange women. I warned these women that Damon might try to pick them up, too... The women seemed to be giggling amongst themselves, hoping my husband would take them. Feel free. As I said, Damon is what he is. When the 3 hours were up, the group dispersed. Thank god it was over. My ears hurt to my mind was not so keen to listen to some celebrity rumours that these hens liked to discuss and speculate.
Everyone went their separate ways. I was thinking that so far; I have not been informed of any family life or any relationship. But hey, this is only the second day of the cruise. I killed the rest of the victims that day. Yeah, no more work. Off to browse the shop. Shoe shops. Oh yeah, I had a good time there for a long time. I didn't buy terribly many pairs of shoes, but the browsing and pondering.
Do I buy them or not? Do I really need these shoes or not? But those would be so nice, and I'm not getting those shoes, anyway. Maybe that's why Damon doesn't go to the store and buys online. I went to the store until I got a lot of different candies and stuff. But there is one minor problem. I have to get approval from my husband on whether to eat them or not. But I'll get around to that job somewhere.
I had been shopping all day, and again when evening came, I went to bed. I didn't go to the nightclub because Damon said they were no longer at the nightclub. They had meetings all night, so we'll see about that another day. When I tried to introduce them, I didn't know if he lied to me or not, and I didn't care. I went to bed and actually slept well without nightmares.