27. U Make Me Wanna.

Damon had a shed. There were several, probably ten, different devices, those awful shuttles, and all of them were that model where you would be inside fully. in the darkness. There were also rib-crushing belts hanging on the wall, and stabbers stacked against one wall. There were cupboards full of bottles and cans, even several gas tanks, and three different CPAP mask devices.

He said to me, "Welcome baby, let me show you what I will do here. Now I am not Damien. I will not spend half a year here. I need to be with Mariella, but I will show you your new purpose for me. You don't want me, you deny me, not seduce me, fine, then I have no choice but to find a new purpose for you and I can say that you will learn soon and be good, my student."

My slowly working brain took in all the gruesome details, and the horror began to build up inside me. Damon first placed me in some kind of chair, and he unlocked the shackles and broke my wrist just with his mere strength, sickening crunch and hot pain lanced through my arm, and he coldly tied it to the chair with some kind of spiked shackle. Then he tightened the shackle so tight that my broken bones just crunched. He did the same to the other wrist.

He also tied me by the neck and casually cannulated my subclavian artery. I was still drugged, scared, and could not utter a word. There was nothing to be said. He grunted, satisfied, as he noticed my pain and confusion too. I was pretty sure that this would not make things better between us, but I would live next to Charles for a long time. 

He crushed my ankles with sheer force and tied them in the same crunching shackles as my wrists. Pain tore through my legs too, and I tried to stay still. Finally, he peeled the bandage off my stomach. And from my back. He crouched beside me and brushed my bloody stomach skin.

" Hmm. This is going to be so much fun, baby," his voice was a chilling hiss. 

He said, " You see, Damien is my twin brother. We were identical, apparently also in hobbies. I never realized before how enjoyable this is, controlling you so that your fate is in my hands. And as you know, baby, I'm not so patient."

He continued velvety. "Damien, well, he can play with you, even for six or seven months. I can't. Mmh hhm, anyway baby, same result... I was looking back in the past on the way over here and studied quite a few of my brother's tricks, but I have my own. I have little time, as Mariella is the one and only one for me, but I get to play with you until you can't take it anymore. I tried to save you until I had to kill you. Those triple shells you did not bother to mention. I am sick and tired of you, your uppity attitude, and your lack of any kind of respect toward me or our marriage, so I permitted myself to use you as a toy. When I take this mode out, it is kinda hard to put fully back in, so if you are not gonna learn from this, you will get to come here again, and I will not regret this at all."

Then he stood up and looked at me like a piece of meat. "Let's get started then."

He walked over to the table and pressed a couple of buttons. The back of the chair tilted, and soon I was horizontal. I was on my back. Restrained, helpless, and scared as hell. From the ceiling, some sort of plate descended with nasty-looking blades and spikes attached.

When the disc was low enough, it stopped for a moment. Meanwhile, Damon had taken some containers from the cupboard that he attached to the hoses, and then he always opened the tap of the container as if silver had flowed into the hose.

Somewhere on the blades, herbs were coming out because I could smell them clearly. More metal came from what he was installing. The liquid metal burned my skin as it dripped off the blades onto me. He opened the valves, flooding the metal all the way so those blades and spikes were filled and dripping on my skin. 

Eventually, Damon was satisfied and stood up. He went around the device, pushed the buttons on the side of the device, and finally smiled.

" Hmph, that must work, baby. Let me know how it feels. I can guarantee you it does. See if this is our new relationship. I'm picking up where Damien left off. This is actually like coming home. And baby, I'm so much stronger than Damien is. I am now, an energy being, a wizard, your alpha male. You couldn't get away from me, not even if you tried. I wonder how many times I'm going to kill you? When I'm so damn impatient. You see, this is not the same as there in the hospital. I want to do this fast this time, so I will use metals and herbs and whatnot to crush you, to show you what I can do. "

I was terrified. He was enjoying the shed sessions and threatening to do them. And now he says it's like coming home. I didn't need the fear and terror now. I already had that in me. I tried to find some reason for this, to get my mind a little clearer, but some drug messed up my mind and prevented me from getting to rage or my other powers. I could feel them almost boiling inside me, and terror and fear seemed to make it even more intense. 

He rounded the table, pulled the board even lower, and turned the sides of the board inwards so that they folded with the hinges, trapping me inside the board like a tube. He pressed a button, and all the blades retracted inside.

Then he pressed the plate tightly against me so that my belly and sides were completely attached to the plate. I had seen the blades and knew how long they were. One edge of the plate still came up against my back. It was like being in a tanning bed, but in a tanning bed from hell.

Then he went over to the table and pushed the button. I felt the blades pierce my skin in many places, pouring scalding hot metal or herbal sludge into me, turning and twisting and continuing to spray my legs and arms were still free.

Damon was wandering around the table listing the herbs the device would feed into me and what they would do to me. He told me straight-up facts as he looked at his protector radar and used it as a tool to see that I got worse and properly did. 

"This is 1000 times worse than Damien ever did," I thought, and I knew Damon knew my body, weaknesses, and strengths too well.

I knew when Damon said coldly in my ear, " You won't last a month with me, baby, because I know what I'm doing. You see, with Damien, it was an experiment, as many hits as there were misses. I can guarantee you, baby, that I don't have a single miss. And I'll enjoy every moment of it you'll see and remember always and forever, baby. I need to do this fast and efficiently so I can get back to Mariella and see you trying to get better when I put Wolves and Mariella in heat and we have heat in the house while you are trying to recover, all by yourself. "

It felt like forever as the machine relentlessly pushed metals and herbs into me. The pain tore me apart, and I couldn't heal. The pain was bludgeoning, cutting, bruising, tearing, burning, shredding, and destroying. Then, the tanks were empty, and the machine stopped. Damon briskly unplugged the device and let the blades rip out of me.

He went into the other room, opened the cupboards, and turned something on because there was a humming noise. Then he came and unhooked me.

He said, "Remember, I haven't checked to see if Mimosa has been found yet."

And then he pressed the remote. I hoped with all my heart that my wolf had already been found.

He lifted me to a sitting position, pushed a tube into my stomach, and opened the valve. I could feel the herbs and metals still pouring inside me. My stomach was bulging considerably and was very tender to the touch. Damon next pushed the tube further under my stomach skin until it was completely taut, and it was jolting and squeezing as the herbs and metals were destroying my tissues.

" Look, baby, I'm not wasting tranquilizer jelly on you. I'm wreaking havoc all the time. Remember that teaching session? That was me, baby. But this is a kinda lesson for you, too. You see, baby, this is me showing you my true self. I am an old, powerful creature, and I like to do this to you, as you can't die. But you can suffer, and I love to see you in pain and suffering."

He continued to fill me up until I was almost passed out from the pain.

His voice kept hissing next to my ear," I said to you already I have a dark side in me and compared to that, Damien is a pussycat, but you will soon see. My dark side is impatient, and cruel and uses the most brutal, effective means that it can to wreak havoc. It does not want to do this slowly. Let's see how long you can take my treatment, not a month, that I can say before you are all out of straps, I haven't yet decided in whose mind you will end up, but I could take you into mine too, keep you imprisoned there too."

Damon dragged me into one chair for a moment to sit so that my stomach was against the back of the chair. I was sitting with my legs spread leaning against the chair, the top of the chair's back was mostly at my chin level, and he came in front of me, grabbed my lower jaw, opened my mouth, and put some kind of spreader between my teeth.

He showed me on the monitor how Mimosa had not yet been found and how the silver he had just given her made her convulse. Then he took an intubation tube and embedded it deep in my throat, stuffing the balloon at the tip so I couldn't tear it out. It was not a standard intubation tube; it was very thick, and it had been covered with some sort of jelly that burned my windpipe, making me almost cough and gag as he mercilessly thrust it into my throat. 

The intubation tube was thick, and it hurt and would interfere with my breathing. I didn't even have the strength to lift my arms. I was in too much pain and powerless. He put the plate in front of my stomach so that my stomach was already pressed against it.

Then Damon removed the mouthpiece, took hold of my lower jaw while holding it open, and dislocated my jaw so I couldn't bite the tube. He removed one crosspiece from the back of the chair, and it swung sideways on its hinge. He tied my hand to it and repeated the same on the other side.

Then he cannulated both forearms. The left one he attached to some kind of machine that started to pull my blood. On the right, he attached an IV line. Next, he tilted the chair horizontally, so that I started to sink on my stomach, and it hurt because my stomach and abdominal cavity had just been stuffed full of metals, poisons, and herbs.

He lifted my legs and tied them to their pieces. Panic struck. I watched as the chair tilted fully to the floor to the waiting CPAP machine. I tried to struggle away, and Damon smiled in satisfaction. He attached the intubation tube to the device and pressed the mask to my face tightly, tying it tightly shut. This mask was black, so it covered my eyes and I did not see anything at all. 

He used a hot air blower and sealed the mask to my face. Darkness enveloped me fully. I was trapped, trying to move, but no, not a chance at all. Then I heard him start to pull something down from the ceiling again, and I felt the cold, heavy metal touch my calf. He put my feet into some kind of boots, and then he proceeded to put some kind of metal pistons down my leg. He did the same with my arms, and my hands were in some kind of holster.

He put an along my spine; there was a blade on each vertebra, and there was pressure on my ribs. Damon put as many of these metal plates or pins in my bones as he could. In addition, the underside of the chair was solid, and he flattened me, tight against it, so that my entire stomach was on fire.

He stuck a needle in my diaphragm and said, " That'll keep you breathing, although that little machine will help. This thing is pretty crushing, and that little dialysis I put in will make sure you feel everything. It'll take all the endorphins out of your blood for all the relief, and that drip, well, that'll increase the sensation. Enjoy Baby. Start to learn."

Damon's voice was cold and emotionless, but it had an uninhibited pleasure. It hissed in my ear so nasty a fashion that my fear got even worse. This vortex inside me made everything so much nastier.

I hadn't more time to think about it than he turned on all the equipment. Every metal plate and every pin started banging on the bones hard at different speeds. I could feel him injecting a few syringes into my cannula and it made my mind go blurry and very helpless. Pain struck me from every angle. 

My hands and feet were under pressure as the housings my hands were in began to compress, and likewise, the boots on my feet began to crush my bones mercilessly. The CPAP mask was pushing my lungs full through the intubation tube, and I couldn't breathe out. It felt like my lungs were going to explode. And then it suck the air out of my lungs, only to push them soon again full of something. It was some kind of respirator and it always worked against my own breathing, making my panic even worse. 

The mask was pushing anything but air into my lungs. I didn't know where it hurt the most. The slow crushing of my bones or the way I felt my backbone start to break or the way my shinbone was crushed, my thighbone started to crack, my ribs, my hips, my shoulder bones, my fingers, or the relentless pressure all this crushing and pounding was causing in my stomach, how I felt the burning, destructive effects of the metals and herbs. Or confusion and desperation brought by the drugs. The vortex inside me got stronger and made my mind almost explode. 

The crushing always ended as if there was nothing left to crush. There was only mush that was hurting and aching. Damon came next to me and touched me. His hand was warm, but it brought only pain, not any help. Not healed. 

He brushed against my spine, telling me softly, "Now, Mimi, your spine is crushed, but I always change to a smaller crusher here, which crushes it even finer. As you can see, I change these blades all the time. Your bones are quite nicely crushed, at least sometimes, but then there's a little thing of my own you'll find. I got the inspiration for it from that one of your medical experiments back in the day."

Damon spoke calmly and coolly the whole time, explaining how each bone breaks or the condition of my lungs. He told me how that machine is programmed to go against breathing, a respirator from hell, and he had been very creative as he had sought everything that machine pushed into my lungs. 

He said," I can do this, the way that no tissue dies. I can make this feel. All it takes is a bit of my blood, to get healing just that one bit, so the feeling continues. It wouldn't do you any good if you couldn't feel it. And since you don't need nerves, I just have to ensure the tissue doesn't die too much."

He untied my boots from my feet and freed me from the device.

Every movement hurt—more and more. My life was becoming nothing but pain, but the drug he had infused into me was some kind of stimulant because I knew I wasn't going to lose consciousness right away.

He finally removed the CPAP mask and removed the intubation tube, and I saw it was bloody. I tried to get my eyes working, but the heavy bright light hit them as he took the oppressive mask out of my face. I felt like I couldn't breathe, but Damon pushed another injection into my diaphragm, which made it spasm. I didn't have the ribs even to try to breathe. Finally, he popped my jaw where it was supposed to be.

Then he laid me down on the table and hung a 10-liter bag of some kind of jelly. He had no protective gear and his grips were sure and firm as he moved my crushed body with experience. 

Damon said, " Now I'm going to jelly you up all over, and this jelly will solidify a little bit. But as you know, every time a part of you is alive, it feels, and this jelly is made just so that this will keep your tissue alive. It has components of my blood and a little bit of magic, too. All those millions of lovely bone chips will soon get a chunk of jelly and not die. But they will feel, so well. "

He was jamming jelly everywhere, and my bones ached relentlessly. Every movement brought a wave of horrible pain. I felt like no part of me was going to fucking die. I was going to suffer. Jelly flooded inside me. I felt my skin healing a bit so no jelly would leak out so much. 

What made this even worse, was he had a radio or some sort of player and he played all of my favorite songs, all of them. I was lying in pain as Bryan Adams Heaven was playing.

Damon looked at me and said, "Oh, I love this song. I gotta sing this to Mariella someday. To you, maybe I could sing you, You Give Love a Bad Name." 

After a while when he had gotten all that jelly inside me, He said. "It's been a rough day, baby. I think it's time for a rest."

I wondered how much time I'd have to recover before this madman moved on. I almost sighed in my mind, but he walked over to one table, picked up a large blue vinyl blanket, and spread it out on the table. 

He said, "No rest for the wicked baby. I told you, I am impatient and even if I am resting, you will not be. Not at all. Your little learning will continue. As I said, you won't stand a month."

Then he came, lifted me onto the table, and laid me on my side. My muscles were in a mush, so I couldn't move myself.

My skin was broken, and bone chips had come through. He pushed my legs into my body, and it hurt as the bone chips were rubbing against each other. He placed me in the fetal position and, from the foot end, started tying the vinyl sheet tightly around me. When the sheet was halfway fastened, he took a clear plastic tube from the table behind his back and pushed it all the way down to my legs. The jelly guaranteed that nothing was dead.

He was now humming along to Britney Spears's Sometimes as he continued to torture me.

He turned on the tap, and the vinyl case he had wrapped me in began to fill. The substance burned what he poured into the case.

His voice was a little softer, satisfied and tired even, "This is just herbs, metal blades, a little acid, familiar herbs Mimi, aconitum, verbena, dandelion, larkspur, meadow foam, bitterroot, Iridium, Rhodium, Vanadium blades, here is also Nitric acid. The blades and bits of metal sink into you slowly and dissolve slowly so you feel the effect. I didn't put cobalt in yet because I want you to keep trying to get better."

As the case filled up, he tied it up higher. His humming continued, making this so much somehow worse. His enjoyment was so goddamn evident, too. 

He said as if the jelly was up to my throat. "You don't have to breathe, but for some reason, I doubt you'll try, anyway."

Then he closed the sheet completely and waited until the jelly had covered my entire head and there were no air bubbles. I sucked the stuff into my mouth and throat every time my diaphragm cramped. I could feel him lifting me in somewhere else and soon I was in some contraption that kept moving me around and warming me up.

Eventually, my lungs were full of jelly. I could feel the heat boosting the absorption. Something was stimulating here, too, and I tried to move and change positions to get better.

I was in a complete panic. The jelly inside me and outside was just pure pain. I was in a complete panic, and I couldn't get any rational thought into my head during the whole thing. My mind was one big mess and the vortex inside seemed to get stronger and stronger, as all of these sensations and feelings had nowhere to go. 

Then Damon lifted his victim into a cradle, which constantly moved, pressed, and squeezed the case. It would ensure that the metal blades and chips would do damage, and the victim could not rest. It kept the victim warm and ensured maximum absorption.

Plus, the jelly had a decent dose of adrenaline so that the victim would be panicked all night. He was forced to think of it as a victim. He couldn't even bear to think of his wife's name, or he wouldn't stop himself. No way.

Then Damon sighed, turned off the lights, and left the room. He went down the hall to the bedroom, where he put on a mask over his face and turned on the tap. He lay down in the dark and waited for the stuff to help. He had not told Mariella all of him. He hoped this gas would help him to keep his sanity or else it would be years before he would be in a mood to even try to control himself, Mariella or no Mariella. He had felt this side of trying to wake up, and he hoped he could be strong enough to control it.

That side had woken up, wanting to play properly when he saw the raw panic and terror on her face. When he felt Mimi's pain. The desperation. The only thing that gave him the strength to hold on was when he heard the shells break and the substances pour into Mimi's system. The vortex that had been created inside her as those forces could not have anyplace to go, had started to vibrate and cause reactions on those shells, causing them to start to break. 

This dialysis he had put her on was also designed to suck out the remnants of the shells. And everything that had been put in the shells. His torture would make Mimi so fast and weak and that vortex could destroy as much as possible. He really wanted to be with Mariella, but his love for Mimi was so great that really wanted to save her.

This would be a rough ride afterward. Mimi would quite probably get quite nasty fear tangles in her mind and He would have to unload them someday, but when? That was the only good thing about the whole day. He did not know in what shape would he be at the end of all this. If that side would break through, Mariella would be in danger, so he needed to warn her at some point. Damon knew the next few days would be easier because the effects would last at least a few weeks once he was under the influence of this gas all night. If only he had warned her. And properly so.