I woke up to the cold metal of spiky handcuffs digging into my wrists, disoriented and confused. It took a moment to register that I had been taken to some kind of medical establishment against my will. Suddenly, Mr. Sark appeared before me, his presence aggravating my already mounting anger.
With a smug tone, he exclaimed, "Isn't it incredibly nice that my family possesses ancient magic and a cloning ability? If one body dies, the next one comes back to life with all the memories intact."
His words only fueled my rage. Fine, if that's the case, let's put an end to this whole damn family and see if they truly come back or find a solution. As I contemplated my revenge, the top of my bed began to rise, revealing a two-way mirror. On the other side, I saw Damon, unconscious and hooked up to electrodes, his vulnerable state making my heart ache.
Sark continued, "Your husband, congratulations on your wedding once again, is a vampire-wolf hybrid. However, he tends to detach from his emotions or perhaps possesses an alternate personality. Nevertheless, I will endeavor to manipulate his state of mind so that he can deal with you in our facilities. Let's bring in Damien. He is a good side that we need right now. He's quite skilled at handling you. We've become rather proficient at this."
To my horror, Krycheck entered the room, his excitement palpable. He remarked, "This is going to be so much fun. Damien is a unique creature, residing within Damon's mind. I've never had the opportunity to study such a fascinating being before. From what I understand, something about your wedding triggered Damien, causing him to withdraw and weaken. But let's see how well we can assist him in awakening and regaining his power."
In that moment, I realized the cruel fate that awaited me. Damon would be manipulated into the right state of mind, only to subject me to a torturous session in this dreadful medical facility. Helplessly, I watched as scientists eagerly monitored Damon's brainwaves, manipulating his thoughts and reducing his medication. They only removed him once they were satisfied with their progress, leaving me feeling utterly powerless.
I tried to get myself free but no. Krycheck watched with interest as Damon started to wake up. I was pissed off. Our honeymoon, whatever he had planned for us, was gone, and all that suffering, so Damon could weaken and control Damien, all for nothing. I tried to bring out my rage, to let it start to help.
Krycheck came to me, took and syringe from his pocket, and hissed at me. "Oh, target omega, I was part of the team when we made your rage, so I have a blocker for it."
I was surprised. I had no idea that krycheck had been originally making my rage fine, good to know. He injected that damn stuff into my arm. I could feel my rage slipping away.
There was no microphone in the room, so I could hear what Sark was actually saying to Damon, but I recognized the look of a piece of meat as he looked directly into the mirror. I'd be screwed. Damien had come out and properly so.
Soon, Damien came into the room and said, " Oh baby, now you get to try out the new equipment and drugs again. Do you know how much I'm looking forward to this? I'm just going to get acquainted and make a plan, and then we'll get started. Sorry I am not doing my little experiment right now, but it is good that Alec here put your rage down so you will be a little nicer to handle. I like to see this as a teaching opportunity too. I got to show my expertise on these machines and how to weaken you properly too."
My voice was paralyzed, and I didn't really know what to do here. No rage meant a little bit of improvisation and I would try to bust through that damn blocker as soon as possible because I could feel the hint of my rage. But when and in what condition I would get it out? I would also decide on the method myself. But I can say this wasn't quite the honeymoon I thought it would be. I was tightly strapped onto the bed, fully helpless, and I could not get free, no matter what I did.
A couple of hours later, Damon came back with a bunch of medicine bottles and syringes.
He looked at me appraisingly and said, "First baby, we need to get you a little easier to handle, so I'm going to sedate you first, then we're going to move into the handling area, and I've got so many great machines to try, and I've got a pretty awesome arsenal of drugs, so you're going to get to be a guinea pig for real."
He pulled several types of drugs into the syringe, came and put them into the cannula, and pressed the plunger. My head went cloudy immediately, and he looked closely into my eyes and finally, after the third syringe, nodded in satisfaction. Krycheck looked carefully too as Damien explained to both of them how to drug me properly. Oh, I hated my state of being. Krycheck took the notepad and took some notes as Damien talked. Well, good for him to have an audience who wants to listen to him.
He said, "That combination will keep you sedated until the equipment kicks in, so to speak, and yes, there are some drugs in there we'll try."
He untied me, lifted me into his arms, and carried me down the hall to a large room full of shed session equipment. "You are in good shape and let's see how much weight we can take off from you. It is always as interesting to see how much thinner I will get you."
Sark took note of my weight of 52 kilos.
The room was empty, and a guard or whatever locked the door behind him. He put me on the machine and strapped me in.
Damon said, "This thing starts stabbing and shredding. It's kind of like a combined stabbing and shredding machine. You get excellent treatment in it. While I'm doing this, I'm putting some medicinal cocktail on that other device. Normally, I would have loaded these devices well in advance, but as this is an extempore type of session, I'm doing this while I'm doing this. It's not like you're running away from anywhere."
He turned on the equipment, and I was being mutilated. I was drugged, helpless to do anything, this was more clinical space, not that harshly lit shed but her lights were almost brighter and this was once again, a closed shuttle so once again I was almost panicking about this claustrophobic shuttle that hurt me so damn much.
The pain ripped through me as the fiery projectiles were stabbing through my body, and at the same time, the blades were slicing me all over; the sedation only paralyzed my concentration, so I couldn't yet get my rage on the machine was relentless, and I was in it for a long time. Damon would say something now and then, but I didn't register it because the pain and agony were too much.
Most of the time he taught Sark and Krycheck and they told him something about machines too, it seemed that Sark was not impressed by his willingness to just test and see what would the result as Sark was more methodical he wanted to have a clear purpose of using that machine and as per usual, Damien had none, he liked to lay with them.
Eventually, my consciousness shut down when I hurt too much. I woke up to the fact that I was being moved. I could smell my blood, my pain, and the other bodily fluids that had seeped out from my mutilated body. I hurt everywhere and felt tired, confused, and sedated. Exactly what I hated. To be so fucking helpless. He had now again a protective apron and gloves on as he carried me. Damon put me in the now stationary device and tied me down. The device was like some kind of sarcophagus, and my head luckily didn't get caught inside. The inside of the device was some kind of fabric or plastic because it was flexible under me.
Damon said, "This thing beats, so there are pistons that beat your whole body, and as you can see, the device is loose at first. It gets tighter as things go on, and then you start to get damaged. I don't want to break baby you right away. I want this to last. I could probably handle you for six months if you ever get through it. "
He turned the machine on, and I felt the pistons hit, but as said, the machine had room to move at first, and instinctively, I dodged, but when I dodged one another, one always hit, and the machine started to squeeze around me tighter so I couldn't dodge anymore. The blows were now much harder and more destructive.
Pain hit me in several places same time and I was not sure what to do, or how to carry on. My mind was still a little drugged, and no hope of getting my rage still. my vision was more or less blurry and Sark and Krycheck were both still in the room.
Damon said, "Don't worry about your amplification enzymes. These will happily take up all the tissue as long as you take the time to develop it. I may give them my blood so your tissue will be better preserved."
He walked and talked about how my body would be pretty mushed after this and how much fun he has, Kryheck was for him really nice guy and he could tell him so much about me to so he could learn new things about me, and since he and Sark too had been part of the original Omega team, they wanted to see how this experiment was evolving. New information that might be useful in the future too.
I felt like I could never get off the machine. It just kept beating and beating and beating me over and over again. I could feel actually my implication enzyme kicking in as the pressure inside me got worse and worse all the time. Then Damon came to open, and he was admiring my body, which was as big as a bruise and he felt my body.
Sark and Krycheck got there too. Oh, I hated to be in this state. I really did. They feel me up too. Grunting, as I did not heal so fast, but healed some.
He said, "Excellent, come on, tissues yes, you are already pretty full. I think I will let you drain first. And then it's time for the ripping crusher."
He took me off the machine and lifted me onto a table in the same room.
He said, "I'm going to operate on baby you right here myself, and I'm going to block the rest of that enzyme so we can get on with it. No need to cut you up all the time, and besides multiplication enzymes, take your fitness away too fast. It is a kind of cheating, no I want to do it with my machines."
He coldly and calmly chopped open my stomach, scooped out everything inside me, and then sprayed the enzyme blocker and waited for me to grow just one organ of each type. He was not gentle and since my vocal cords were still paralyzed, no sound came out.
Then he just let the wound heal. Of course, I was in spiked cuffs throughout the operation, but without any sedation or pain relief, that was torture in itself. I was paralyzed by pain even though the wound had healed. So when he continued to torture me, I was pretty nonresistant, trying to get some sort of grip on reality and wait for the last of the pain to dissipate within me.
He untied me and carried me to another table and put my arms straight out to my sides on the support arms that came off the table and fastened them down. Then he took a metal clamp and felt my rib and put the clamp around my rib from my skin so that my skin broke because the clamp had tremendous force and really sharp teeth.
He put a clamp like this on each rib, and they hurt all by themselves. My arm got it, too, as my shoulder bones, my collarbone, and my elbow bones. He hadn't put the clamps on my legs yet when he put some devices on them that went the whole length of the leg; the table wasn't fixed, and what I was lying on, you could feel the seams a little bit here and there.
He said, "Those clamps will tighten up as long as your bones hold out, and then they'll start pouring out these wonderful medicines that I've now loaded into this device. Your spine will be treated at the same time. This is a bone crusher, baby. Enjoy. "
His voice was cold, and he saw me as a piece of meat, just as same as Sark and Krycheck. Sark took some reading from the computer and I guess these machines had been connected.
He turned the machine on. The pain from the clamps made the lights go off behind my eyes. You can't really find words for the pain that tore through my bones, my skin, and my nerves, too. He was not being careful he just wanted to hurt and hurt badly.
At the same time, I felt thousands of needles sinking deep into my leg, injecting something. Similar clamps went up my spine as I felt them bite into every vertebra, one by one. They started twisting and turning my vertebrae, crushing and bruising them, and I knew that if my spinal cord died, I would feel everything. As long as my tissue was alive, it felt and oh my god it felt good too.