Damon and Mariella went to eat in the kitchen while Mimosa was in surgery. This one had big puppies, too, and after they had scanned Mariella and Shadow, the same trend seemed to continue. But that's okay. Damon wondered where Mimi was, though, and when Charles came in shirtless, showered, eating, and seemed to be busy, Damon sighed in his mind.
He could smell the faint scent of strawberry and see this expression on Charles's face. That is his 'I am protecting now Mimi' expression. Somehow it made Damon feel so many things same time. Clinical exasperation, as she should be awake and eating. A good dose of jealousy as he wanted to be her security, little worry too, how or what had happened.
The lady is asleep again. Now that she has Charles to protect her, she is able to sleep well.
Damon said, "Charles, Mimi should wake up already. She can't sleep all the time."
Charles just grunted something and went back to eating. He didn't even bother to tell Damon what he was getting from Mimi through their bond. That feeling of dread, pain that had flooded into him in such force that it had stopped his breathing and he had somehow understood that these were just faint remnants of those seven years and if she could take so should he, he wanted to help her. Share the burden, like he used to do. Somehow, Mimi's dreams or thoughts flooded into his mind, and he realized how much she needed to rest, be safe, and be close. He tried to eat as much and as fast as he could.
Damon said, "You see, Charles, Mimi can't sleep all her life. She has to wake up somewhere in between. I know you want to keep her safe and protected, too. But it's good for her to be awake. She needs to eat, too."
Charles grunted. "If you leave her unattended in the medbay, in the dark, in tubes, in powerful drugs so that I feel her panic, you can be sure that for all I care, Mimi can sleep for a month. I've let her sleep for weeks before. "
Damon realized again what a fucking mistake he'd made and sighed. They were only food solutions, and Miss had then found herself alone. So she can sense her surroundings. Good to know. Damon wanted to do a little test.
He said, "Let me try something and see if it helps. If it doesn't bother Mimi, I'll just move her to another room. We need to get her awake, and moving, eating again."
Damon wanted to test it. Did Mimi sense her cubs? If he had put Mimi to sleep in the kitten room and let the kittens be near him, would Mimi's instincts have surfaced? They finished eating, and Charles was a little hesitant.
Mariella got all wrapped up to him and said," Well, first, we'll make sure Mimi is ok, and then Salvatore will clear your head. I see the lady is sending you some pretty creepy stuff. And they won't help you or Mimi. At some point, we'll have to find out where to find them, and then we'll have to help you out. "
Charles sighed and said, "I get nothing clearer than anxiety, even pain, in between. If she can take it, so I can I, and if this helps ease her burden even a bit, I am all for it."
Mariella said, " Whatever you get, we will go into that bedroom now, and I will put you to bed and clean your head. It won't do anybody any good. You see, you are just breaking your own mind, those are escaped bits and they are not helping Mimi at all. We need to sometimes find the real deal."
I was safe when I fell asleep in Charles' arms. Then Charles went to eat, and I started having a strange dream, but soon I knew it wasn't a dream. It was a hidden memory. It was some dark chamber, and then Damien came out.
The last Damien sat across from me and said, " Hello baby, has your life been good? Well, I will be back in your memory. See you get this message. You have found my last little gift. A rose quartz bracelet, right? But baby, I told you I had a lot of witches and wizards at my disposal, and I knew you liked rose quartz."
He was looking like Damon now but I knew that this was Damien as he had been in days, this was a dark space, only light illuminated his face where there were no real feelings, only his normal gaze as he looked at me like a piece of meat.
He spoke to me, the same chatty type as he always did in the shed. "I'm the last Damien, sitting here on this ground, waiting for you to grow up while I record this message. There's a little thing on that bracelet; every stone is a memorial stone, and each stone has one of my shed sessions or teaching sessions, all done in Damon's body. I used his powers and made you forget every single one of them."
He had my bracelet in his hands, even though I knew that I had recently found it and put it on. Damon had made this for me, and the last time I wore this was when he kidnapped and killed me the first time. A long time ago, or at least it felt like.
"I transferred your experiences into those stones; now you have them back. There are quite a few of them, as you can see. You thought we were separate five years when I first time killed you, surprise, we weren't. I got three good sessions on you at that time, but Damon's telepathy is strong enough for me to make you forget them. Enjoy. I know I'm destroyed; this message had such magic, but this was my little backup plan. So you never forget me, baby."
Then, the dream ended, and the torment began.
I had just come back from a long killing spree in Europe and was on my way to the Michigan house. The gig was over, but I was so damn exhausted and tired. I figured I'd just rest for two weeks and hadn't even contacted the pack since I wasn't ready to socialize yet. it had been a demanding job, mentally too as I had found few places full of victims or demons, dead ones but those had been tortured badly and you could sense their suffering still in the air. I arrived at the house, left the car in the garage, grabbed my bag, and thought I'd throw the laundry down so I could wash it, shower, and sleep for a day.
I went inside, took off my outdoor clothes, left the laundry bag in the hall for a moment, and walked towards the kitchen when someone grabbed me and caught my hand behind my back. I smelled a wet dog and thought Damon must be in a cranky mood now, but when he whispered in my ear, " Baby, now I need to get some pleasure again. "
I knew I was in for a fucking shed session. He started dragging me towards the medbay, and I fought and fought back as much as I could, but he had too good a grip on me, was pretty fucking strong and determined himself.
There was a table with spiked handcuffs ready, and I tried everything I could to get away. He lifted me onto the table and had one of my hands already in the shackles. I felt the spikes bite deep into my flesh, and he put my other hand in. He looked at me for a moment, like a piece of meat, with no feeling of what I wanted.
Then he fastened my leg and said, " Well, I will not strap you down as if necessary. This is such a fucking pleasure. You get jelly, baby, and good. But first, we have to make some proper room in here in your tummy to get enough jelly in there, oh you like that, don't you?"
He took some muscle relaxants and started pulling them into syringes, lots of syringes. He stocked up on some other supplies and then came and cut all my clothes off, so I was naked.
He now took the syringes close to him and felt my stomach muscles, always sticking the needle into them and injecting the relaxant. And in many places.
Then he said, " Well, let that work for a while, and we'll do one more little thing. You see, you've got a big bladder, and it's taking up space for the jelly, but I'm going to shrink it. This syringe, this bottle has a substance in it that irritates the walls of the bladder and makes it scar and shrink. I'm going to catheterize you in a minute, then I'm going to put this stuff in your bladder right through the lining of your stomach, and I'm going to flush your bladder with this stuff until I'm satisfied. This will not feel comfortable for you, but it will give me pleasure. Oh, baby, just keep fighting as long as you can. I love to take all your strength away and make you feel helpless. "
He catheterized my bladder and drained it, then he stuck a long needle straight through my stomach into my bladder and put a cannula in there, where he started pushing like some kind of acid, which made the pain explode in my bladder. He held the catheter closed, filled my bladder to the brim, let it sit for five minutes, and then opened the catheter. He waited another couple of minutes and repeated.
The pain got worse by the minute and I was sweating profusely soon.
Probably for an hour, he tortured my bladder, and then he said, " Okay, baby, now your bladder is only pulling 50 ml and bleeding. I left that stuff in there and took that catheter out. As you can see, I put a little bit of the stuff in your urethra, which scarred up pretty well, so that stuff doesn't go away right away. But it will not destroy your bladder. It just hurts. I love to see you sweating from pain. Oh, this will be another wonderful session and a long one too."
Then he got jelly tanks, and there were several.
He said, " Let's start with your tummy first, so you'll be a little calmer by the time I get to your limbs. "
He opened my stomach from under my diaphragm, pushed one tube on each side deep into my retroperitoneal space, and then fully opened the valves. I felt the jelly drain deep inside me. My bladder was full of pain and it radiated through my lower stomach. He felt my now very soft stomach, feeling the level of the jelly rise, and then massaged.
My thoughts blurred, my resistance and my struggles ceased as the drugs kicked in. He massaged, and I felt him change yet another new tank and put the tubes a little shallower now. The rubbing continued, and the cloudiness in my head deepened. The pressure in my belly worsened by the minute, and it made the pain in my bladder even worse.
He came over to look at me and said, " Oh baby, you're getting nicely sedated. Now, we'll get to the limbs and then the back. I'll give you a good jelly before we go. As you can see, it's sedating, but it doesn't make you lose consciousness. No, no, that's not the intention at all. Now it is not time for you to sleep, not yet, just be helpless and in pain. "
Damon went into Mimi's room, and she was dreaming about something, but he couldn't see what it was. Funny thing, his telepathy should have caught at least a glimmer, but whatever it was, it wasn't good, and Mimi should wake up fast.
He could feel her distress, her pain even and he too got some very hazy feelings, he absorbed them and used them to strengthen his telepathy and tried to push deeper and see what she was dreaming, but she was like some sort of bubble that he could not penetrate at all.
Damon strode over to Mimi and shook her. " Baby, come on, wake up, Mimi already."
No, the dream continued, and Mimi was already moaning in her sleep, moving a little and more distressed. She was in pain, too. Damon tried to get a glimpse of what this creature was dreaming about, but no. He cursed and thought he'd have to get more powerful weapons.
He smacked her in the face with his open palm, and the struggling stopped. "Baby, up now. Come on, wake up, open your eyes!"
Damon felt Mimi wake up, and he hit her again. Mimi opened her eyes, took a deep breath, sat up, and panted for a moment.