Bab 168: 8.The Actor.
It was finally time to get a holiday. I was feeling pretty low on myself and it was time to have some fun, to myself, and let my hate grow by thinking just what Damien took away from me. It was easy to daydream what number two could have been, and what I missed. A thousand wonderful fairs were calling me.
I moved to other houses, and first went to Arizona for a few days. I spent a few days there to load up my batteries. I drove to Idaho first. I went to a house and changed into a new dress. A summer dress. Sleeves halfway to the elbows, the hem just below the knee, floaty. I was thin, but not dangerously thin.
My weight was about 45 kilos. I gathered a couple of spare clothes and left to seek everything and anything that might spark interest in me. Of course, this would be a good time to be smug, let Damon maybe if he was watching my mind to see just how smug I was. I knew he kept his radar off as well as Mariella kept her radar off, so I had no protector or guardian. Of course, that meant that I got to let all and every type of energy just flow in my tanks, keeping my panels a little open. There was a book fair, a fashion fair, and a weapons fair. All under one roof, even a sex fair. I was strolling and enjoying myself.
I started wandering around, looking at everything. Suddenly, a guy grabbed me by the arm and said. " Look over here, baby, and behave yourself. "
I clanged to my side and saw that this was Damien. This guy was a thorn in my flesh. He had done terrible things to me when he was inside Damon and even worse when he was outside Damon. Damon knew why I hated Damien so much and Sark.
The rest of the pack didn't remember. Damon had done it that way. Not to protect me, but to protect others. Always the others. I looked into Damien's hand. The phone screen showed a cage. In the cage was a very large leopard. My firstborn, a leopard. How he had captured Lepard, I don't know.
Lepard hissed, he was hurt. I could even sense it. He just had given me more ammo for my hate for him.
"Silver, baby. Herbs. I know your son is just as wonderfully susceptible to them. You know what to do now. Behave. I can press silver anytime. And believe me. My phone has a function that measures my pulse if my heart stops beating. Lepard gets, well, a silver herb shot straight to his brain enough to melt it, and I'm not at all sure your son is as resurrectable as you are."
I swallowed. This was bad. Damien was human in this body. There were a dozen ways and more to kill him quickly and efficiently, but if that was true. Damien opened his shirt and showed the sensor on his heart and the app on his phone. No bluff. Fine. Let's play then. Another figure came from the other side. My hatred grew, and my darkness grew as well, but it was not yet time to act.
Sark. A naughty one. "Don't worry, I don't need your womb. Maybe. We have some other plans for you."
Cold shivers ran through my body, and the memories that surfaced were not pretty. Damien held my arm and led me to one of the cleaning closets. Sark came in as well. They locked the door. I had to behave, to see when I had the chance to act.
Damien took my wrist in his grip, and his grip was strong. I guess he wasn't just a human after all. Sark came up behind me and unzipped my dress, exposing my back. He pushed the dress up my arms so that my back and sides were bare. Damien slipped one of my hands at a time off the sleeve and soon the dress fell to the floor. I was naked except for my panties.
Sark started rummaging through some of my bags and lifted things on the table behind me. I was standing almost naked.
He spoke to Damien, "This will work in two or three hours, then we can move on. "
Damien nodded and said, "I'll keep this under control until then."
Sark started to spread something on my back. It didn't feel like anything as the cold Sark carefully applied to every place the dress would cover. My whole back was bathed. Then he put some kind of bandage on top of it.
Damien looked at me and said, " You always have to be rendered somewhat harmless for the transfer, otherwise we could just throw you in the car and drive away, but I guess that hasn't gone too well."
Damien was referring to the times when some sark gang had come up with this particular idea. The car was pretty quickly shredded, and I was out of there. No one ever even had time to tie me up properly. I had acted fast and violently.
Damien turned me over with my whole back covered in bandages and my sides, too. Still no effect. So far, this was not a sedative. Damien now pulled my arms behind my back as Sark started working on my front. My thoughts were quite damn sarcastic as I thought that my skin was not so dry that it needed this intense hydration. And done without asking.
The gel was colorless and odorless. My chest, my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my thighs. And then put some kind of skin-colored bandage everywhere. he had gloves on, and he was clinical.
He lifted my dress and Damien always took his hand off my wrist for a moment and slipped his hand up my sleeve. And put the dress on. Not a single dressing was visible. And then we left. I walked closely between the men and Damien now and then, showed me Lepard. I kept my panels open, letting energies collect. Maybe I could use them at some point.
Sark finally said. "That stuff is cobalt, a brand new form. It only works locally. So your healing ability in that area is going down all the time. It's affecting your skin now. In two or three hours, you'll be where you need to be."
Great. One out of four. My body was sensitive enough, so I could not trust that it worked only topically. Again, we went for a walk. I tried to find a solution to the problem quickly. Mariella and the Damons had gone to Ireland to recuperate. It was not easy for Princess to do so many litters and then Damon found out that it had been my pheromone that had triggered the whole breeding, so he blamed me for ruining Mariella's breeding experience. No contact from the end.
Likewise, Mimo and Shadow were too far away. They were watching way too closely, and I didn't want to risk Lepard. I was just cursing myself for my weaknesses. I was too soft.
Damon probably would have looked cold as ice and said, "I don't care."
I didn't. I cared enough not to endanger him. I felt just as much enjoyment Damien got from this when I was helpless and I had to obey. Every once in a while, Sark would scratch my arm. After two and a half hours, the scratch healed much more slowly and even left a scar. I had seen a lot of stuff but had not spoken to anyone. I had gotten a lot of energy in my tanks too.
We set off again with a determination to walk to the now-one break room. The men carefully locked the door and my dress was removed. Damien now took the silver handcuffs, put them on my wrists, and secured me to the water pipes running along the wall so that my back was first in their grasp. Silver burned, still not so much as platinum, but enough.
The bandages were removed and my back was wiped with some kind of liquid, alcohol; it evaporated quickly. Then Damien took a dermatograph and peeled off the surface layer of my skin. It was not painless either. Sark always took the skin and put it in some kind of liquid. When my whole back sides and thighs were peeled. I felt Damien apply the jelly. Thighs first. This was sedative, jelly, and strong. Damon's session in the shed came vividly to mind.
As he finished applying the jelly, he wrapped my thighs again with a bandage. He stuffed more jelly under the bandage and smoothed it out. He came systematically from the bottom up. Ass, lower back, upper back, sides. Anything that now had the top layer of skin off so the jelly could be absorbed and fast.
The bandage held the drug tightly against my skin and ensured and enhanced its absorption with my body temperature. With my whole back bandaged. I could already feel the effect of the medicine. My eyes were floating. The thought couldn't hold it together. Damien untied, turned me over, and continued up front. Lower stomach, hips, upper stomach, chest. Everything was peeled off. My balance was off, as well as my coordination. There was something else in this jelly, too.
I could feel everything, but I couldn't fight it. And then the drugged gel. Swab, thick layer, dressing, leveling, and dressing properly closed. Finally, they helped me into my dress and took my bag. My walking was not so good, but Damien took me near him, almost.
I walked between the men, Damien now and then showing off Lepard. My mind did not understand so much. The sedation kept me paralyzed. I strolled with the men out of the fair to the waiting van. Damien helped me and Sark out the side door, and they made me sit in a chair.
My hands were secured with a metal clasp. They were tight and with springs. Once I was secured. Damien jumped out, put the door shut, leaving me with Sark in the back, and went to drive himself.
Sark took a cannula from a shelf in the car and cannulated my elbow. He put some fluid in the drip. He put my peeled skin in some kind of nitrogen container, apparently with ice. The car started moving. I had no idea what Mr. Sark was dripping in my veins. He was silent. Slowly, I felt my body actually break down the jelly, rendering it inoperable. I cleared my head. Sark was already putting something in the third bag to drip. I was trying to be sluggish so the men wouldn't notice.
Damien said from the front seat, "Impressive, baby. Less than two hours. You have gotten stronger and faster, well I have to change the formula once again."
He had spotted, shit. I was trying to come up with a plan. I did not even think about my rage yet.
Sark said calmly, " She's not going anywhere, even if she clears. She's ours. I have given her three bags of rage blockers, pack bond inhibitors, and multiple enzyme blockers. "
Damien smiled happily. We drove for another three hours, Sark dropping bag after bag on me. At least I was getting pissed. I did not find my rage or backbonds and now my muscles felt loose, so my guess was some sort of muscle relaxant as well.
The car stopped, and Sark opened the door and jumped out. Damien took his place.
He looked at me and said, "Feeling a little limp? It is just a few bags of effective muscle relaxants, that keep you limp. Time to you have a nap, baby."
The cannula was still in my arm as he took the syringe to attach it to my cannula and then he pressed the plunger. I fell asleep right away.
I woke up in bed, not tied down. The room was almost all white. I was wearing scrubs. I felt like I had been worked over and properly already. I sat up and leveled off for a moment. I'd get out of here. The monitor on the wall came on. Lepard. I still have to behave myself. This was a monitored room.
I moved around the room, looking for something I could use. Then nothing. I looked inside my shirt. My skin was almost completely intact. It was still red. Thankfully, the bandages were gone. For some reason, I've had so much tranquilizer gel in my life that the thought of it was becoming unbearable. I was tired, in a certain way, that I knew I had been worked over and then some. But I wouldn't show it. I sat down on the bed to wait. I didn't have to wait long.
The door opened and Damien came in first, followed by two men pushing some sort of upright cart. Oh, it had shackles. That was obviously meant for me. Damien came in front of me and with lightning speed, whizzed something out of a small spray bottle again. My mind blacked out, I felt myself fall. With his firm grip, he caught me and signaled to the men, who swiftly lifted me onto the rack. I could feel the cold metal of the shackles as they were fastened around my wrists and ankles.
I was firmly attached by the time my consciousness cleared and the men carried me forward like a Hannibal Lecter. Eventually, they turned through the big doors. Mr. Sark was waiting there. The men pushed me on a rack into a smaller room. Mr. Sark and Damien looked through the window at me. The men locked the rack in place and exited, sealing the door shut.
That's when it all started. I was put through a torment disguised as a series of merciless trials. First, the cold. The men had removed the clothes from my head after tying me down. The temperature dropped. Lower and lower. My eyelashes were frozen, and the cold was painful. But at no point did I get hot. I could feel my cells freezing, and cracking. I lost my sight as my eyes froze.
Eventually blackness, my guess was I died. I woke up or came back alive again in the same room. Still tied up into the rack. The temperature was normal and my body recovered. Then the heat. I went to about hell and back. Various metal particles were blown into my skin at high pressure. Then it was just playing with air pressure, with oxygen levels.
From one extreme to another, Sark and Damien relentlessly pushed my body to its limits, experimenting with different stresses and subjecting me to what felt like a torturous scientific session. How much force would it take to dislocate my shoulder or my hip? How much impact can my leg or arm take before it breaks? Electricity.
After a while, I had no idea how many times I died; I did die, many times, that I knew. I had no way to see just how much damage my straps had taken. I woke up in my feline form, in the middle of somekind of concrete-laden space with no window.
Damien's voice came from the loudspeaker, "Morning baby, now it is time for you to meet other shifters. There are males, you will be in feline form and unfortunately, these males have gone through a lot of testing and we have tested their reproduction. Well, Sark wants to make some drugs for shifters. There would be a good market for them. Like, say, erection drugs, what works on shifters?"
He paused before continuing. I was not waiting for this.
As these drugs are still in the experimental stage, they have caused certain side effects, such as a heightened need for mating and increased aggression. This aggression may lead to harm to females during the breeding process. Nevertheless, we are interested in observing how you are managing these males and how many are engaging in sexual behavior.
The door opened and the first big ass tiger walked in. It smelled the air, snarling and approaching. I could see its dick it was almost half out. It was crazed by this drug, there was nothing in its gaze. There was not much for me to do, other than let him go. I was in my jaguar form and I attacked, giving no idea, clamped my teeth around his neck, and bit. I could get my fangs out as well and I had made poison. It did not take long for him to die.
Next up were two lions, fine by me. My fangs were ready. I attacked the first one, feeling the second one trying to come on top of me. I turned around and bit him once, delivering my poison. And run away. It took less than ten seconds for them to die from my poison. And they kept coming, two or three, every time there was no hope, none and I killed them all. With each passing moment, my rage grew stronger, leading me to derive satisfaction from completely obliterating them.
Then they stopped. Once again, Damien's voice resounded in the room, sarcastically remarking, "Aren't you just a venomous creature? We intend to conduct extensive research on these lifeless bodies, extracting any poisons you possess. Are you experiencing a surge of feral instincts, a burning desire to eliminate? Let us witness the consequences when you come face to face with your own progeny."
Fine. I kept my role on, but I pulled my rage back in this would be time for me to give lepard some oomph so he might escape. He was a vampire, but did these know it? He was also a wizard, more or less, an energy creature, so this would be the tight spot. The door opened, and as he walked in, he snarled. He was magnificent looking. His spots were dark as night, there was a glitter in his fur, and his eyes were darker than Damon, sky blue.
I said to him, via our mind link, as we were both felines."Lepard, keep your role on. We will fight, and you will drink my blood, but make it look like you are just mauling me. I will give you tanks of energy. You can take as much as you want and need, then boost yourself as much as possible."
His voice, soft and silky, like a dangerous whisper, answered depths in my mind, "Fine, but what about you? You need to get out, too. Are you okay? I can make this look believable. Demon is not imprisoned. I was too arrogant and got caught. "
I said, "You run away as soon as you can, and far and fast. If you don't think of me, I'll be fine. Find the nice Sark. Contact your father about anything, but don't get caught again. Once I know you're safe, then I can act."
Lepard said, like his father in my head, in a soft dangerous voice, "Alright, Mimi, I'm so fucking ready to get out of here. These are freaking nasty guys. Let's play."
He attacked me, and we fought furiously. I felt him gorging on my blood. His burnt smell started to slowly ease up as he got my super powerful blood; he took a lot of tanks from my mind and I let him take a little bit of my rage as well. He was a telepath like his father, and I could see a leopard walking in my mind he was linking. So he would know me and feel me.
Fur and blood were on the floor, and he finally had gotten me into deep wounds. He was a teeth vampire as well, and I had gotten quite a heavy dose of his velvet, so I was almost out of it, as he ate my flesh. The last thing was that I heard the door open, and he strolled out of the room, leaving me lying on the ground bleeding, velveted, and fully out cold.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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