Chapitre 247: 6. The Final countdown.
When Adam left, I was left wondering what to do next. I'd been gigging for quite a while now, and now could be a really good time to study or enjoy life again. Start to find something that might make me genuinely smile now and then. I and my ten credit fleas had done a big job. I had gotten to know them even better; we had joked, and we were a pack.
Maybe not a werewolf pack, but a pack anyway, and I realized I had learned that I had a pack; whether it was my wolf pack or whatever side of me I was on, I was gathering a pack. I then started to get my bags ready, thinking about where I was going tomorrow. I had decided to have my morning coffee and then hit the road.
I was hanging the curtains on one window when I realized that, in all likelihood, I might be heading back to work. If that happened, I'd be working, and what could I do with myself? If that happened, I'd be working like everyone else does.
Adam went to the pack house with Damon, Samuel, and Charles.
Adam said, "Miss is fixing up the house now, but damn that demon killing spree, that house isn't protected against the supernatural in the first place, and I don't want a repeat of what Bran did, letting Satan's fear demons near the house. I know Bran let them in, but I wish it weren't possible when there is no good demon."
Damon growled and said lowly, " I warned the lady months ago to leave the demons to me, and didn't she go off to Europe to kill fear demons, starting with the weakest ones, and run into Sark there?"
Charles cursed under his breath.
Samuel said, " What can we do about it? You've talked to her, and she just keeps going."
Damon looked at Samuel. His expression was neutral, a hint of steel in his voice, and only a slight furrow of his brow revealed Damon's irritation with Mimi.
" Well, that depends on how far you are willing to go. I can guarantee you I will have the lady trained so that she will never be able to kill another demon physically, not even with a sniper rifle. I can program her."
Adam looked over at Samuel. He looked thoughtful, but not in a way that was a good idea. Adam didn't like the idea of programming Mimi per se but then she had no instinct for self-preservation. He had heard it over and over again as each person had told him about their gigs with Mimi. Adam knew he was the pack leader. This was his decision.
He nodded and said curtly, " Do it, program her, but make sure it doesn't take three months to recover."
Damon replied, "No, but she won't break that programming easily."
Samuel grunted. "The lady has a strong will, a very strong will, so remember that."
Charles said. "It's none of my business as I'm not in the pack.."
Adam interrupted and asked, "But would you like to be? I know you're not part of any pack."
Charles paused to think and then said, "I just know Mimi won't appreciate this, and since she doesn't have any pheromones, when was the last time anyone even kissed Mimi? Or even been good to her. I'm just reminded of the saying that honey catches more flies than vinegar. That poor girl's life has been pretty vinegary for a long time."
Damon looked at Charles. That was a good point and he could use it.
He said, "Thanks for the idea. I just got an extension of what I do. So, in short, I program Mimi to experience infinite pain every time she tries to kill a demon, so sure Mimi can take the pain, and the rage helps. Still, I get her in a state where she doesn't understand how to take the rage out when I hurt her, and when I amplify the pain with my telepathy, so I make her feel the pain as hard as she's ever felt it so it stops her from killing any demons. Still, I also program her with songs. One song is about love. Again, I make Mimi feel my love. Another song gets Mimi wet—an arousal song. And then there's another song that makes Mimi scared. Frozen with fear, not rushing anywhere, but frozen and unable to do anything. Stop song. And these songs do work."
Adam nodded. Damon stood up and walked away. They heard the front door open as Damon left for work.
Samuel said, "I hope it works and Damon doesn't maim Mimi too badly or traumatize her. I hope we didn't overreact now."
Adam was silent. Samuel had said out loud what had been going through his mind, too. Charles was about to say something, but his phone rang. He looked at it, cursed, Bran. Charles walked out of the house, talking to his father on the phone, and soon he was driving away.
Adam said to Samuel, " Is there anything to be done about it when Mimi doesn't have pheromone glands? She doesn't smell of anything, and she's really unobtrusive, lame."
Samuel said, " No, Bran knew what he was doing. He'd met a few females in his time who'd lost their pheromones. Smallpox scarred so badly, that he knew exactly what was going to happen to Mimi. I'm sorry, but it's permanent. Maybe I could do something about the scars, cut them off, and see if they can be replaced by intact skin, but I can't get her pheromones. The only one who might is Damon, and he's too angry right now, so it is what it is."
Adam sighed. Samuel turned around and left for the medbay. Adam returned to his office and went back to his business for a while.
I had been up all night, still putting the rooms in order and packing up my car, and after coffee in the morning, I was ready to go. I had another new car, a grass green convertible Mercedes-Benz sports model, and I had already decided to go to the safe deposit box again as this car already had a storage box. I was on my way to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. I was taking a coffee packet from the cupboard when I felt a hand wrap around me and a needle in my neck. Passionfruit. Darkness.
I woke up tied to the table, and apparently, I was already on an IV. Some strong medicine because my mind felt thick and sluggish.
Damon walked over to the table and said, " Morning, Darling. I warned you, this is the consequence. I will teach you that you can never kill another single demon, do you understand? Never. Let's just say I use drugs, telepathy, and pain to get my message across. You will soon see this, darling. But first, I'm going to test that this is going to work by programming a few songs into you. Every time you hear a song, there's a reaction and a nice one. This way, I can get inside your head better. You'll find out pretty soon what my telepathy is really capable of. The medicine that's in your veins will keep you in just the right state. As you can see, you're conscious, you understand everything I'm saying, and yet you're completely helpless and receptive. Your willpower is pretty much out of the picture. Adam, Samuel, and even Charles are aware of this, and Adam has given his permission. He knows everything he needs to know."
Damon adjusted the drip faster, and I could feel the medicine starting to go to my brain more. I was in a kind of half-sleep. I heard Damon's voice telling me how much he loved me. I felt that love. I felt it warming my soul, making it almost sing. I felt truly loved.
I knew all the time where I was, in some fucking shed, and I could feel Damon in my mind, but he had really paralyzed my willpower. I couldn't help how it sunk into my mind, and some little part of me doubted if it was real. Damon put the drip on a little faster, and a little part of me fell silent, completely believing in his love.
Meanwhile, Bertie Higgins' Casablanca was playing. Over and over again, I felt only Damon's true and genuine love, and in reaction to that, I then sent my own love to him through our mating bond.
Damon smiled and said, "This is going well, darling, you see. This became a song between the two of us. I now feel your feelings for me, too, darling. Your love. Good, let's move on to the next song."
He walked somewhere, changed the song, and then came back. Damon had already stripped me naked in the first place and stroked me very erotically on all sides. He started teasing my clit and pushed three fingers into my pussy, fucking me with his fingers roughly. He was arousing and teasing me to the point that I was so wet. All the time, Eternal Flame was playing in the background. He teased my nipples, squeezed my breasts, and made me come pretty fucking hard many times, but slowly, my arousal grew so that no matter how many times I came, I was never fully satisfied.
He gave me some injections to make me fall asleep, and when I woke up, I was tied to a chair. I had a blindfold on and was still naked. The Eternal Flame started playing, and I was really wet and horny. Then I blacked out again when some drug went into my cannula. The next thing I woke up, Bertie Higgins' Casablanca was playing. I loved Damon, very much and I let him feel it. I felt his love, and I didn't doubt it at all. Then I fell asleep again.
I woke up again tied to a chair, but I didn't have a blindfold on now. There was a monitor in front of me with pictures of a demon on it. I was in a trance or half asleep and this voice was telling me what would happen if I killed the demon. I would be hurt and badly.
I saw a picture of a demon when I was looking through the scope, and my stomach was hurting so badly. I looked, and I saw Damon sink his hand into my stomach, and he was squeezing and twisting my intestines. The voice in my head told me that this was the worst kind of agony I'd ever experienced.
The pain wracked my body really hard, over and over again. Time after time, the agony was getting worse and worse, more and more excruciating and horrendous. The voice did not allow me to lose consciousness because of the pain, but to experience it, worse and worse.
Then, I had to make a choice. I saw different scenarios. Always there was a demon doing something bad. I had the choice to kill the demon myself or let someone else kill it. I would rather tell Damon about it. Every time I tried to kill the demon, the pain would explode into my body so hard my eyes would blacken, and I would slump in a chair.
But as soon as I told Damon about the demon, I felt his love as Casablanca played. The pain always stopped when I no longer wanted to kill the demon. I was more awake. In the chair, in front of me was a rifle pointed at the window.
Damon said, "Look baby, over there in the distance, there's a demon. I tied it up, so it's an easy victim. Come on, show me how good you actually are."
I grabbed the rifle and looked through the scope. I adjusted it, and as soon as I put my finger on the trigger, my stomach exploded in such pain once again that I had to take my finger off the trigger. The pain stopped right away. Damon made me do this dozens of times. Until I didn't even want to touch the fucking rifle anymore.
I sat in the chair. I was pretty fucking lucid now. Damon was sitting in front of me, on the bar stool.
He said, "You can put a whole flea army to kill demons, but you can't deal with them yourself anymore. This is for your protection and safety. I swore to keep you safe, darling. I now know how to program you. I now have an idea of how your mind works, but one more song. This is confirmation. A control if you ever decide to be a masochist and try to attack demons and Sark. This will be the way to stop you in your tracks."
I was tired and pissed off. So, I'd be vulnerable to brainwashing. No way. I'll beat this one day, dammit. He got up. Put on Alice Cooper's Poison, took one of the pre-filled syringes, and came and put it in my cannula. My mind and my willpower completely fogged up again. He started to send a really paralyzing fear and terror. I couldn't move at all. He untied me from the chair but I couldn't move. I was paralyzed by terror. Completely paralyzed.
I was terrified, and I was frozen in place. Alice Cooper's Poison was playing. As soon as it stopped, so did the fear and the terror. He helped me to stand up and as I was walking somewhere; the song started, and I froze completely. I couldn't do anything when he came and touched me, yes hit me with his fist. I was completely paralyzed.
Then I was sitting in a chair again. My mind was clearer, and he proved that even my willpower didn't help, even though I wasn't drugged anymore.
Damon said, " This is the confirmation. If you're a bad girl, then I must have a way to control. I can also send a song telepathically into your head if you ever decide to try your luck with that pain. As you can see, you're not moving at all, so remember this if you plan on going after Sark."
Oh fuck. He then walked over to another cupboard, took a syringe from there, drew some medicine into it, and pressed it into my cannula without saying anything. The darkness took me with it.
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