3.

I was shocked by what I saw. I have no idea what I expect to see, maybe some sex cave or something but then again, I was so out of line on my expectations as possible. The room was quite large and was dominated by a cage. This cage was densely barred, and I knew it was silver. In the cage was Mimosa.

Damon untied me from him and pushed me into a chair to sit down which I hadn't even noticed. I felt the needle push between my ribs into my lungs and felt the sedative cloud my head almost immediately.

There were no windows in this room. floor was concrete and it was kind of chilly here. my heart felt cold, sedative kept me from panicking so to speak.

He said in a cold voice. "Sit and admire, remember Mimosa's fate is in your hands."

Damon gave me a sharp look and went to the cage. I could smell now a distinctly wet dog and I knew that shit was about to rain and hard too. He opened the cage door, but Mimosa didn't move.

He said, still emotionless voice, "Mimosa is fine and anesthetized, and whether she lasts like this is up to you, Baby. Now, this anesthetic will keep Mimosa asleep for another 18 hours, after which she will be free to leave and won't remember anything that happened. But for now, baby, I'm putting a little insurance here that will hopefully guarantee your behavior. "

Damon turned Mimosa onto her back, took a scalpel from the bag he had taken from outside the cage, and sliced open Mimosa's stomach. He took an aluminum briefcase from the bag and opened it. He stood up and brought the briefcase out for me to see.

There was a gun of some kind, a bit like a cross between an injector and a pistol. It had a thick, sharp metal tube at the tip like a giant needle or trocar. And otherwise, it had a trigger and some kind of a magazine—an implant gun. There were beads in the case, silvery ones a little bigger than a pea.

Damon took one in his hand and said, "Smell it, baby."

it was filled with silver and aconite. The stench made me wrinkle my nose and I was too drugged to able to move even. 

"These are new biological implants. One of these beads expands rapidly under the influence of body heat." He explained gleefully now, noticing his power over me.

He lifted me to my feet and pulled my chair to the side of the cage. He stuffed a new injection into my lungs. My eyes blackened almost and I struggled to stay awake. Then, he loaded one of the beads into the gun.

He showed as he pushed the sharp tip of the gun into Mimosa and pulled the trigger. There was a muffled crack. He moved slightly and pointed around Mimosa's abdominal aorta, there was what looked like a gelatinous disc, and it expanded until it was tightly attached to the abdominal aorta for a distance of 15 cm. I knew that he had shot similar ones into me, but I had not ever seen one. 

Damon tugged on the implant, but it didn't move

. "Now the implant is in place, that implant contains 15 doses of silver, each about 1.5 grams of pure silver. The silver is also enhanced by an aconitum concentrate, and one implant has as much aconitum as there is in a kilogram of plant. You have had this material on you so you know how well they work and since this is in the abdominal aorta, I don't need to say how fast this will work, but let me show you."

Damon pulled a remote control from his pocket. It looked a bit like a small phone, with a 15 on the screen and a single red button.

"Here you can see the counter. 15 doses. How many doses of Mimosa does it take? You know how fast this silver affects on Mimosa's enzymes and how lethal it is for her to lose her enzymes. Are you willing to risk your wolf?" Damon asked in a deadly voice.

"Let me show you again that the remote and the implant are working." His voice was still lethal. He did not hesitate to hurt or even kill Mimosa.

He pressed a button.

The implant flickered and a silvery solution came to its surface and was absorbed into Mimosa's abdominal aorta and muscles and veins. I could smell the silver and the aconitum. Mimosa's pulse slowed down, her breathing was affected as she gasped. 

I said quietly, "I believe you, please no more, leave Mimosa alone."

Damon got up from the cage and looked at me.

He whispered to me. "It depends, Baby, on whether you can behave for 18 hours. After that, the sleeping pill will wear off, and Mimosa will be free."

Damon lifted me and strapped me to him. He left the cage door open, and we left the room. He left the door open too. I hoped the 18 hours would pass quickly. I could still feel damn sedative in my mind and this was not his flanks, this was something that this side uses and he has seen how easy it is to give a flank. It made my lungs hurt actually. This drug irritated them.

We went upstairs and out where the limo was waiting, I got in the car first, and Damon followed beside me. It was going to be a long day. I was not thinking of anything of countermove or attack since I had no idea what would work. The drive went surprisingly fast. Damon didn't say anything; he just kept his hand close to his pocket. We got out of the car and headed for the opening.

Charles gave the opening speech, and then Damon and I cut the ribbon. I did not have to speak and I could feel hot hate oozing from Damon as Charles told in his speech what visionary I am and how he is honored to be my husband and help me make my vision come through. Somehow Charles's speech made Damon look like a boy toy or sex toy and Charles being there for me helping me fulfill all of my dreams, made damon even angrier too. The guests flooded in for a tour, and Damon grabbed me and started leading the way to the other room.

"No one will miss you; Charles will take care of the tour." His voice was low, impatient and I knew better not to resist.

Mimosa was still under threat. I had wondered to myself that if he had gotten Mirella, I might have risked her. I mean it is callous and cold of me to think that Mirella is my lover and my friend but me to risk her life. something in her just made me not care for her, not anymore since she was not part of me, and somehow, this part of Damon would not again threaten much of Mirella. 

We made our way to the construction stalls next to the hospital. I walked quite briskly pace and damon had just glanced around him so no one would notice us going in there and if they did, they might have the wrong idea about what was going on in there.

Damon opened the furthest door and pushed me inside. He put me in a steel chair bolted to the floor and tied me down with shackles. these were quite damn tight and I could not reach Adam or Charles because Damon was in my mind, I could feel him watching my thoughts as well.

"Remember, Mimosa, make a noise, so you can see how many doses I can give before someone comes in here." his voice oozed menace, he was almost taunting me to act. 

I didn't argue and kept quiet. He lifted my dress and exposed my stomach.

Then he reached over to the chair and twisted a lever so that the backrest tilted. He took a bag of spinning fluid from the bag, there was a bag here, too, so Mr. had planned the whole thing. That's why he hadn't been seen in the house, and hung it from the ceiling. He opened my stomach with a single incision, took a portable suction device from the bag, and put it on.

Then he began to rinse Charles' bump out of me. this was his normal scrubbing routine, this was preparing me to be tortured. I knew that much. I tried not to whimper even though this little "procedure" hurt like hell. He drained his centrifugal fluid and flushed it all out, including around my heart and lungs. Then he took an implant gun and loaded three implants into it. 

One, he shot into my liver. One in my abdominal aorta and one in my heart.

"These are sedative implants, all but one. One of these is a hormone implant designed to get you in heat. And then we're going to make the baby we've been talking about for a long time. I'm going to take you away after this opening and wait for you to get a rush. That way, you can't take your birth control pills either."

He spat the last word out of his mouth. I hadn't eaten those pills in years, not since Dresden and Constantine, they had cursed my womb and ovaries several times and modern medicine meaning Colin's long-lasting leprechaun stuff had made me sterile.

Damon continued, "After the heat, I break the curses. That's when they're weakest. Hormone therapy combined with a period of heat will then restore your fertility. When you return to the pack, you will be pregnant, carrying my offspring, my heir, and Charles and Adam will discover to whom you belong. I may then want more children than one, so be prepared to be pregnant for a long time. And I'll be watching your feline side, too, in case we do have tiger cubs or a lion. And baby. These implants and this injection have an allergy blocker, so you can't get allergic to me. You'll learn who you belong to!"

I was shocked into silence. Again this same thing all over again. it is like he just did not get it in his head. I can't carry a pregnancy, not yet anyway and it might be decades before that is possible. After he had the implants in, he dug a bag out of his bag. It was about a liter in volume with a thick jelly in it that was slightly cloudy. He hung this bag on the ceiling, connected a thick tube to it, and opened the shutter.

He began to systematically drain the jelly all over my stomach, working it under my intestines and over and under my organs. When the whole liter was drained, he let my stomach go.I healed quickly. It was not so big amount but god I hated when someone poured jelly inside me. 

"That's part of your hormone therapy and also, as you can see, a sedative. Cat hormones."

I started to be quite medicated. The sedative jelly seemed to keep getting absorbed and clouding my head. Damon lifted the backrest into a sitting position, unlocked my restraints, and lifted me to a standing position.

He lowered my dress and made sure everything was in place. For some reason, the centrifuged fluid he'd used to rinse everything off and the sedative jelly or implants made me smell like I'd had sex with Damon. Damon was pleased. So if anyone would see us, they would think that he had taken me to have quickies when the tour had been on.

We went out of the shed. I was attached to Damon and drugged. Helpless. I tried to remember Mimosa not to give away my condition. I tried so hard. We wandered around the banquet grounds. I couldn't even remember how we'd gotten here from the hospital. I had everyone reassured every time we talked.

Damon was rubbing my stomach, and I could feel the jelly still bubbling there. it seemed to absorb very slowly this time.

He said to me, with no emotion at all, "Just think, Baby, when we get you a good heat, we'll take care of it and create a new life. I can tell you that the implant in your heart is a hormone implant, and every heartbeat you take will bring us closer to the baby. And our son."

Damon had these almost obsessive periods of making babies over the years.

Samuel, Colin, and some old prophecies had told me that I was not supposed to procreate, at least not yet, so they had done everything they could to prevent any harm from happening, especially not always during these periods of procreation for Damon. I had an abortion, every single time when I was fertilized and often it led to nasty infection too.

I didn't know what would come of this. All I knew was that the next morning at 10 am, I could try to escape and sound the alarm because by then Mimosa should be awake and the danger for that part of the day over. We strolled around, and the sedative started to wear off by the time it was 10 p.m. This festivity would end at 11 p.m., and I would have to convince Damon that the drug would still be working most of the night. I tried to come up with a plan for how to do this.

We walked to the evening lawn, and Damon calmly picked up the remote and pressed the button. My liver warmed up.

He put his hand on my stomach, pressing my liver, and rubbed, "There, there, just let it all soak in, good girl. "

He praised—a compliment I didn't need. The fog returned to my head. My mind was fuzzing up quite a bit and fast too.

"Did you really think I didn't notice when you cleared up, Baby? I've done these substances myself, and I know the times of effect." He whispered into my ear, his hot breath burning.

He pressed another button. A feeling of warmth came from deep in my stomach. He brushed my stomach. I had felt the hormone implant and the jelly kick in all day. I knew that my heat period had leaped forward. Damon could smell it. I was getting into heat faster. He had also manipulated my heat points during the day. 

In the last hour, he popped another dose of both implants and drank me copious amounts of champagne and white wine. The alcohol seemed to enhance the effect. When the party was almost over, he drank four large shots of tequila at a fast pace. My head was spinning, and I felt like I couldn't stand.

 When the guests had left, and Damon saw Charles approaching, he slammed me against the wall and lifted my skirt, and started fucking. Charles turned around and walked away. Damon pushed hard inside me, and he was already starting to press my heat points at the same time.

I could feel the heat coming on. He came and started to fill me up. He was not into this, not like normally, but this was again mechanical like he had to need to just come inside me, nothing more.

"Hormones, baby, hormones. Feel how I flooded inside you. It's all full of hormones. I have made hormone treatment for myself making me ready for this. "

He made a hole in my diaphragm and filled me so full my stomach bulged. It also made my breathing quite damn difficult. 

"Soon, this will be full of life, and your lovely belly will swell with the power of our child. You've already had a good dose of the substances needed for feline reproduction. You'll soon feel the effects."

Damon led me to the car and only untangled himself when he pushed me into the back seat. My mind was damn foggy, my belly so tender and filled to the brim that it was painful. my muscles did not work so well either.

He helped me into the seat belt and continued to massage my stomach. Pain made me moan, he pressed and massaged firmer, so long that my belly was less swollen when his stuff began to absorb.

"Feel those hormones. In just a minute, we'll get you in heat, and we'll practice making babies, making kittens all through the heat, and then..." he talked while he manipulated my belly.

With that said, Damon got in the front seat and started the car.

Tequila, the implants did their job, and I fell asleep before the car had even started moving. I woke up when the door opened, and Damon reached over to unbuckle my seatbelt. He looked at me appraisingly and lifted me into his arms. He carried me onto the plane. And he made me sit on the couch. There were bags and briefcases ready on the plane. He closed the door and sat down to wait for the plane to take off.