Angelus untied me from the table and carried me into another room there, there was a metal chair he put me in and tied me up. He put plastic or latex tubes in my teeth, into which everything that would come out of my teeth would drain, the tubes leading into bags. At the same time, he put a cannula in my carotid artery and started collecting my blood into bags.
Brilliant. He went behind me and tightly tied my head to the chair's back. I felt him slice my scalp and lift it aside. Drilling or sawing open the skull hurt a lot. He calmly lifted my scalp, hair, and all, onto the table. Then, he started stimulating different parts of my brain.
I smelled and tasted strange things. My limbs now twitched. I felt the heat coming on, and then I felt my teeth start to leak. Angelus was in my brain for a while and my teeth were just leaking. I don't know what, but different substances. Angelus lifted and put my cap in place and let it heal. He walked in front of me.
He said, sneering happily, with sadistic glee," Now you have 4 electrodes in your brain with an electric current, and your teeth are draining. I will be studying here over the next few days how to stimulate you to make different substances. I will do a lot of other things for you. Believe me. "
Angelus played with the electric current in my brain. I soon realized how consuming some substances was to prepare. I was exhausted. He didn't drug or medicate me because he wanted to play. He brushed my skin with silver, wolfsbane, and vervain. He injected me with various substances. It was pure torture, nothing more.
Electricity was one of his favorite toys. He showed me how Damon regularly goes to this club to fuck women. And sometimes, he'd bring Charles and Adam there, too. And Bran. Men are men, and they fucked. We're supernatural or whatever. We have our moral codes. He had this video feed that he put on screen and let me watch as men were doing whatever they wanted. I already knew that Damon was not perfect, or Adam in the matter.
He had been a victim, more or less, but still. I was drugged; he injected the same stuff into me, tortured me and I started to wonder, well it was nothing, I did have supernaturally enhanced memory but there were these little; I don't know what to call them, blips maybe.
I mean, there were times in my memory when it seemed that I had a loop of some sort there. Usually, I was on a killing spree or something and it all seemed so repetitive. But then again, Damon is a telepath, and he had dispelled a lot of bad stuff from my memory, so maybe he tried to dispel these times too, so I wouldn't feel so much like a killer.
It was just that after a few or quite many killing sprees; I was not in my best shape. However, I was usually hyper-focused and did not eat as much as I should have, and those were demanding times. Besides, I was drugged now up to my eyes. I had electrodes in my brain, so my thoughts might not be so wise after all.
Sometimes when Angelus continued to torture me, and experiment, my memories would come out, just random stuff but still bits and pieces too. So I could not be really what my thoughts were actually my own and what was done by this electric stimulation.
When it came to someone actually missing me or rescuing me, hope was in vain. There was no hope. Angelus showed me clearly enough that I was not important to the men in my life. After I had witnessed their callous attitude toward me, and now these parties and what the men were talking about in there and doing too, my heart was almost breaking.
We don't do what humans do. No matter what I tried to convince myself, it hurt. Because, in all honesty, I had believed that Adam and Charles differed from Damon or Bran. Not that Charles and I had just started a relationship, but the way he behaved at the clubs, I wasn't sure I wanted to get into a relationship with someone like that. He was beyond cruel and uncaring, slapping those women, criticizing them, as well as fucking them brutally, biting them. He had not been with me like this, and why was that? I had no idea, but he was not the man that I had thought he was. So it was probably better that he would not be with me.
And Adam, sure, he'd had little pussies, but all the men at this club were incredibly rough on the women, even Adam. I had witnessed what Adam was capable of, but he was the victim of Damien at the time and he would never remember any of that. I had made sure of that.
Angelus kept on and tortured me. My fangs drained all the time. He had put a feeding button on my stomach and I was not sure if he had damaged the implant. He poured everything into my stomach, not everything was suitable at all, not at but that was just part of the fun, to poison me, to see what I did from my fangs if he would put acidic stuff in my stomach or sweet stuff.
He tortured me, kicked me, beat me, punched me. Tried different herbs and ripped out my tongue. He'd gouge out my eyes or puncture them. He mauled me and drained my blood. And he noticed my heat too. He thought it would be hilarious to see me in the heat, so he amped it up. I could feel myself losing weight, and my fitness, and the satanic heat he was stimulating was coming on. I was already in a pre-heat.
He talked to himself, as to think what to do next, he was a very deranged, sadistic individual and he was now debating to himself whether to rent me to be fucked in heat to some strangers, if he could make some sort of sex club too. Capture werewolf females, put them in heat, and let everyone fuck them, and when and if they would get pregnant he could sell the offspring, or eat them.
He was talking to himself and thinking about what kind of offspring I would do, a litter of monsters or the world's most powerful vampire. If that would happen, he would take it to himself. He also found out that my ovaries and womb were cursed, so he focused on undoing that curse to get me fertile before my heat set in. He stimulated my heat all the time, strengthening it, and longer than possible, too.
My condition got worse, but he was sloppy too. He had not remembered to put those crystals always around me, meaning Mimosa and Mirella were asleep, but my rage was not. I could soon start to access it and I was so angry at men that I did not touch pack bonds, now I did not need them at all. Not a drop.
His torture was very inventive, his electrical stimulation on my brain was non-stopping, and he started to be as bad in my eyes as Sark. I really hated him and strongly too. But he had also stimulated my rage to the surface, and I let it slowly come to the surface, looking for a good time. Time to end this once and for all, too. Time to escape, and fast. My rage started to burn everything in my mind out, pain, tiredness, everything too.
When Angelus at one point again tortured my muscles with some satanic drug and after that, he would always move me to the herb bath, which hurt so satanically, burning my skin off right about. My healing ability was slowed down, but not completely.
I was ready, and I blasted my rage fully out, snapped Angelus' neck, lifted him into that satanic herb bath, and poured a good amount of holy water in there, looking happy as his skin began to blister. I pour some of that into his face, scarring him even more. I then dashed out and went to find some refuge.
All I had on was one of Angelus' t-shirts, which I had grabbed while I was running away, so I wasn't completely naked. It was daylight, people were on the streets and some of them were looking at me, few of them were afraid of me. I had no idea how long I wandered in the streets not knowing where to go, as I was so messed up.
I was standing in one alley, I was ragged, tortured, in preheat, out of my mind with rage, when a man came up and said, " Hey, aren't you Mimi, from Bran's pack? Come on in. I'm the local alpha, George Hudson. Do you know where you are?"
As soon as I approached the man, he gestured towards his car and opened the door for me to get in. I followed his lead, and as soon as we were seated, he asked me am I okay. I told him that I knew I was in Delaware and introduced myself as Mimi. I also mentioned that Adam was my alpha.
The car ride was long, and I couldn't keep track of how much time had passed. Finally, the car stopped in the yard of an enormous building. Several men approached us as soon as we got out of the car. The alpha who had driven me here opened the car door and offered me his hand to help me out.
Inside the building, I saw people working and going about their business. It seemed like a command center or a base of operations rather than a residence. The alpha led me over to a comfortable couch and asked if I wanted something to drink. He brought me a cup of coffee while I settled into the couch.
"Please drink your coffee, and I will call Bran. We will figure out what to do," he said and left me to my thoughts.
I sipped my coffee and looked around the room, waiting for Bran to arrive. Or someone to arrive and pick me up, or do something. I was vaguely aware of electrodes in my brain and I should probably tell someone about them, too. My rage was too out for me to be able to act wisely or understand and even try to explain myself.
I was a mess and didn't even think about the fact that I was in nothing but a t-shirt moving around in public at about the time of heat.
It had only been a month before this event that I had discovered that the earlier silver clips Damon had installed had fallen off, and I had a uterus. I had been to Samuel's clinic in between gigs, and he had confirmed it. Samuel said it had been small, but he had had to tell Bran.
Bran has an obsession with heat and lots of heat guidelines and also rules. I am not allowed to go out if I have even the slightest sign of heat until Damon or Samuel give permission. Ever. And this was an absolute. Bran said that if he ever found out that I broke this rule, then the punishment would not be nice or even short, because, at that point, it would be clear that I don't want to obey the rules. And some rules you just have to obey.
I was drinking my coffee slowly, and a woman came up to me and jabbed me in the arm.
She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, that's a strong sedative. You'll feel the effect quite soon. Then we will deliver to you to Bran. He is not very happy with you at the moment."
I tried to make sense of it all and then I realized the whole heat thing. Well, I should explain that this was an anomaly, and as a proof of my story, I had those electrodes in my brain. I had wounds; I was poisoned and even a brief medical examination would reveal these facts quite fast and in my generally poor condition. Because of my poor condition, the drug started to take effect frighteningly suddenly and strongly, and I soon realized I was in no condition to explain anything. The men carried me to the car and drove to our house.