After the heat, everyday life returned, and Damon left for another gig. It had been a wonderful time, and I felt so wonderful. Life was good again. It did not really matter that all we did was fuck and brutally. We were together for 12 wonderful weeks and we are just one crazy couple who are very passionate in bed, really lustful. I realized it had been like that for most of our lives. It was maybe meant to be that most of our relationship was very physical and there would be nothing sappy romance for us. No, just hardcore, brutal rough sex that left both of us satisfied and limp.
We moved the house closer to the zoo, the opening of which was approaching. It would be in 2 weeks. Zoo was in Canada or it was more of an animal park as enclosures there were large and as near nature as they could be. I just could not believe that I was in this situation where I could just think whatever I wanted and it was made to happen.
Sometimes my life was like a fairytale, and sometimes it was a nightmare. I guess there is a balance between everything. As the opening approached and I was not sure who would come in there, I texted Damon, and he just replied that he wasn't sure if he could make it.
My dress for the opening was blood red. It was silk, and it was so freaking gorgeous as it could be. It actually had a corset top and completely reinforced sides. Charles showed how the needle wouldn't go through, so if Salvatore came, there would be no flank threat. The reinforced part would cover all my organs; it went all the way down to my waist, and only the hem, free from the hips, was just fabric.
I thought that separation was fantastic for me and Damon because, really, we got the old Spark back in the heat. We had really dedicated that wing and girls' pleasure room too, but somehow not very many Mirella's rooms but Mimosa's we dedicated and I snickered in my mind to think expression on Mimosa when she would notice our scent all over her rooms. I was happy. Maybe this would work out. I would go on a killing spree right from the opening, and Charles would have to go with Adam to help with the marrok negotiations again. I had my work cut out as a sniper and after those hits, I could go and be a leader once again, to get my work done.
I decided to wear my red hair again. Deep, dark blood red was my choice of color. It would match well with my dress. My makeup would be pretty strong, but it would do. We would tour the zoo in small golf cart-like cars after the opening and have a guest driver. Some carts were bigger, but Charles and Adam would go in these small ones.
We agreed that Charles and Adam would go on the same cart, so there would be no arguments about who could be with me. I would probably be on my own and it was fine by me. I was not sure if Bran the rapist would come at the opening. Not gonna talk to him. Not gonna mention him in my speech at all.
A few hours before the opening, I loaded my car with guns and other supplies. I had my bag full of spare clothes and a first aid kit. It was comprehensive because it was one that Charles and Adam had equipped, even with soporific painkillers and sedatives. There were bandages, healing boosters, energy shots, and everything you might need if you were injured at a gig.
They really did not listen to what I wanted because they knew what I needed if I was injured and drugs were just put in my kit. And there was no alternative for them. They would be effective enough.
It was opening day. The park would open at noon, but there would be speeches and toasts before that. I was not one to speak. Charles was doing that mostly. It would be just one of his speeches where he would glorify me next to a saint, and tell everyone how he was proud to be my husband. The opening ceremony would end with me cutting the ribbon, and then we would drive around the park in cars. Looking at different animals and getting information from them.
I got into my dress and was just putting my hair up when familiar hands wrapped around my waist, and a voice whispered, "I made it, baby."
His voice was dark, alluring even, and he tightened the corset around my body, feeling its reinforced sides but not saying anything, as it gave me quite good shape.
Damon pushed me into a seat and adjusted my hair and makeup. He chose different makeup for me, not as dark as I had chosen but with smokey eyes and seductive same time. I put on my shoes, grabbed my bag and car keys, and was ready to go.
We had a little extra time, so I presented Damon with my new first aid kit. He examined the meds with interest. I told him how I would not use those drugs as they knocked me out, so they weren't so practical in missions. He just grunted softly. We decided to leave in my car, and when I told Damon where I would have my first gig, the destination would be fine. He said he could go from there when the time came, and he looked at me meaningfully.
We drove down the winding road, the engine humming softly in the background. Arriving at the venue, we stepped out and were greeted by the sight of a grand stage, adorned with vibrant lights. The air carried a faint scent of freshly cut grass and anticipation. Outside, benches were neatly arranged, beckoning us to take a seat. Eagerly, we settled in the front row, feeling the smooth wood against our skin.
As the speeches began, the sound of voices filled the air, accompanied by the occasional clinking of glasses. I tried to focus on the speakers, but Damon's touch distracted me. His hands roamed my back and sides, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers caressed the back of my neck, a gentle pressure that both soothed and excited me. I couldn't help but notice the slit in my dress, allowing him to explore the intimate territory of my thighs. The sensation left me feeling a mix of desire and anticipation, my body responding with a growing wetness.
I tried to maintain a neutral expression, listening intently while raising my glass in toast. Finally, the moment arrived. I stepped forward to cut the ribbon, signaling the start of the event. As the carts arrived, Adam and Charles eagerly boarded one together. Soon, the guests piled into larger carts, leaving a smaller one for Damon and me. I climbed in, and Damon settled beside me. The cart jolted into motion, its wheels humming a steady rhythm.
Damon's other hand once again found its way to my cleavage, his touch electrifying. His fingers ventured between my thighs, igniting a sigh from deep within me. The noise of the cart masked my reaction, ensuring our driver remained oblivious. But then, everything changed in an instant.
Without warning, he plunged the needle into my femoral artery. The sedative coursed through my veins, its effects swift and potent. Panic surged within me as I realized there was nowhere for the drug to dissipate. I cursed silently, my mind clouded and hazy. I desperately fought against the drug's grip, but it was futile.
In my dazed state, I slowly comprehended Damon's true intentions. He wasn't seducing me; he was searching for a place to inject the syringe. Determined, I tightly crossed my legs, vowing not to let him administer another dose. He seized my hand, his palm oddly moist. I felt a tingling sensation as he pressed my palm against his; the drug seeping through my skin. Instantly, my head became heavier, and my thoughts muddled.
Now heavily drugged, I knew that any attempt to communicate my distress would be futile. We were trapped on this safari tour, surrounded by oblivious guests. My rage and protective instincts were suppressed, lost to the fog of medication. Unaware of our surroundings, I could only grasp fragments of Damon's actions. He periodically released his grip on my hand, retrieving a capsule that he crushed before clutching my hand once more. Lost in my own haze, I had no recollection of the animals we had seen or heard.
Slowly, my hazy mind cleared up, like a fog lifting. I couldn't be certain if I was chopping drugs up or if he was giving me less of it. The uncertainty made me hesitant to eat anything, fearing there might be a wrong herb mixed in. But as the tour neared its end, a thought emerged in my drugged brain - perhaps it was time for a buffet lunch.
We disembarked from the cart, our hands intertwined, and made our way towards the restroom. Mimosa seemed engrossed with Adam and Charles, while Mirella was captivated by their attention. They paid no mind to us, but I noticed Bran casting glances our way, nodding ever so slightly. It occurred to me he was a fool, giving his permission to Damon to do this to me. Yet, he had unknowingly given consent to this, which would lead to shed session, unaware of what awaited me. He was a fool, a colossal one at that.
My rage simmered just beneath the surface, but Damon sensed it and muttered, "Do you want me to try one capsule on Mimosa, baby? Remember to behave."
My mind raced, desperately searching for an escape plan, but Damon ushered me into the restroom, closed the door, and revealed a video to me. In the video, he cunningly concealed silver and platinum powder within Mimo's meat, and the unsuspecting Mimosa devoured it all. If I didn't comply, he threatened to detonate the powder inside Mimosa. But if I did as he commanded, the powder would naturally leave Mimo's body within a day or two. The twisted dynamics of this situation were becoming all too familiar.
Damon stashed his phone away and retrieved a smaller bag from his belongings. Turning me to face the pool, he unzipped my dress with force; he gave me a strong flank sedative. My mind remained clouded, unsure of what to do. Damon retrieved a tube of gel and spread it across my sides and stomach, the same gel found within the capsules. The gel felt cold against my skin initially, but quickly warmed up, sending a tingling sensation throughout my body.
My thoughts remained muddled. Damon seemed pleased with the effect. After inserting two tubes of gel into me, he hastily pulled up my dress and yanked it back into place. I could feel the gel seeping into every pore, intensifying the sedation.
Strangely, it also made me compliant, obediently taking Damon's hand as we resumed our journey. Over and over, he crushed the capsules onto his hand, the sound of them cracking filling the air, as he smeared the contents onto me. I couldn't comprehend why the substance did not affect him, the pungent smell of it lingering in the car.
As we drove around the park, the vibrant colors of the surrounding foliage caught my eye, contrasting with the darkness that enveloped me. We reconvened near the parking lot where the social party was in full swing, the sounds of laughter and music filling the night.
Damon held me under his arm and kissed me, his lips pressing against mine with a sense of urgency. He made sure our hands were together the whole time, his touch both controlling and suffocating.
In the evening, he directed me to the bathroom again, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow. There, he unzipped my dress and applied the gel, the cool sensation sending shivers down my spine, now also to my lower back and thighs. The dose would almost double, increasing the numbness that had already consumed me. But I couldn't do anything, my body feeling heavy and unresponsive.
Damon deftly navigated me away from Charles and Adam, their distant voices blending into the background. It looked like we were almost ready to fuck, the anticipation hanging in the air.
When the party was over, Damon took me to the car and grabbed my spare bag. The sound of the zipper echoed in the quiet night, and we went to the bathroom again, supposedly giggling. The toilet door was always locked, creating a sense of privacy and secrecy.
"Good baby, it's been great. Now let's move on," Damon said, his voice both soothing and commanding.
He opened my dress; the fabric slipping off my shoulders, and took it off, exposing my vulnerable state. He took my spare clothes from the bag, the softness of the fabric brushing against my skin. Then he made me sit on the toilet seat for a moment, the coldness seeping through my bare legs, as he took from his bag a 2-liter dropper bag full of something thick and orange.
He hung the bag from the top of one cubicle; the plastic crinkling softly, and lifted me to stand. He took a thick needle and, after some time of feeling around, stuck it into my stomach, the sharp pain jolting through my body. He used the needle to thread a thick catheter deep into my abdomen and opened the drip tube, the steady flow of the orange jelly creating a strange sensation within me.
Damon turned my back to his stomach and held me standing up, his touch both possessive and controlling. As the orange jelly drained into my stomach, it felt heavy, a weight pressing down on me, and Damon kept rubbing and spreading the damn jelly, his hands leaving trails of the feeling of greasiness on my skin. My head went cloudy again, the world around me becoming hazy and distant.
"Oh great, some damn tranquilizer jelly again," I thought, my thoughts muddled and distorted.
The 2 liters had drained surprisingly quickly and were lovingly rubbed carefully all over, the heavy texture coating my abdominal cavity. I could feel that damn jelly all over my organs. Damon removed the bag but left the cannula in my stomach, a constant reminder of my vulnerability.
I was finally wobbling in Damon's grip as he sat me down on the toilet again, the seat cold against my bare skin, and first applied the gel everywhere. As he dressed me, his touch elicited tingling sensations, my legs, my body front and back tingling all over, and I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper, the world slipping away from me.
Damon got me into the car, the leather seats cool against my skin, took the keys, and drove off, the engine purring softly. The jelly inside me and on my skin did its job, the numbing effect spreading through my body, and after a couple of kilometers, I blacked out completely, the world fading into darkness.