Capítulo 108: 28.It's A Sin.
Damien seethed with anger and frustration. It had been weeks since he first heard the disturbing news, and Mr. Sark's discontent only added fuel to the fire. It was now Damien's responsibility to investigate the sudden disappearance of several esteemed scientists, who happened to be friends of Mr. Sark.
As suspicions grew, Damien began formulating his own theories about the culprit behind these vanishings. He readied himself for what lay ahead, unsure of his next move. He couldn't shake the feeling that the mischievous baby girl was somehow involved. Once again, he set out to track her down, contemplating his actions upon capturing her.
Amidst his thoughts, Damien mulled over the various options at his disposal. Should he hand her over to Mr. Sark and allow him to deal with her at the facility? Or were there others interested in her as well? Equipped with his gear, he possessed the means to subdue her, along with a backup plan if necessary. His discontent towards her was clear, and he had no qualms about resorting to his backup plan if the need arose.
Patience became his virtue as he waited for the baby girl to reveal herself. He knew there was one particular target she sought, and he intended to use this as leverage. While he could interrogate her and potentially locate the others, he couldn't dismiss the fact that they were Mr. Sark's competitors. Revealing their location to Mr. Sark would grant him a significant advantage over them, should he choose to save them?
Such were the thoughts that consumed Damien's mind as he navigated the uncertain path ahead.
I had the victim in my sights again, that fucking guy who drugged me when they caught me. The goddamn guy with the box filled with all of those drugs. I could see the determination in his eyes, linked to Sark and others, as he held so much information that I could make him spill. The anticipation of interrogating him and extracting valuable intel was exhilarating. This time, the roles would be reversed - I'd be the catcher, and that guy would be the helpless victim. Oh, the satisfaction it would bring.
I had disguised myself, dressed in a black straight bob wig and glasses, blending into the crowd. My attire was simple, without heels, making me appear smaller and less feminine. I walked with purpose, not resembling myself in the slightest.
We were in a bustling trade fair center, specifically at the pharmacology fair. The guy I targeted was there, eager to learn about the latest drugs and their applications, perhaps even contemplating using them on his victims. But not this time. I had a sedative ready, and once I had him subdued, I would effortlessly transport him to my car, ready to continue the game. There were no teleportation blockers here, making it a perfect setup.
As I roamed near the hall, my senses heightened. I didn't have time to react when suddenly, a pungent odor wafted into my nostrils. It smelled familiar, like a flower from my past, but the name eluded my clouded mind. My legs grew weak, another hiss of something, and darkness swallowed me whole.
Damien was pleased. It was worth the ambush. Ever since he had noticed that the heads of certain institutions or researchers were disappearing, he suspected his baby was up to no good again. He had now been following the various researchers and was always ready.
He had the supplies with him. Here's the jackpot. Baby noticed nothing when he got close, and one spray of this marigold extract and baby lurched, and another spray ensured he got his victim quickly and efficiently to the prep. Oh, that they would soon be on their way and Damien wasn't even sure where in the shed he was still taking the baby, but first this had to be put under control once again.
He was not sure if he would take her to the shed or then into Sark's institution, but then again, Sark's obsession with her enzymes weakened her and stopped him from using all the equipment fully on her as Sark wanted those enzymes.
He had several medications, strong ones in reserve, but she would have to walk herself to the car. It would be a little suspicious if he had to carry this. But the baby would be completely under control and completely harmless. He was bitter as he had no means of teleportation, as it would have been so freaking easy and since he would have rendered her pretty damn harmless, she would not teleport either.
He was so pleased to know that Mimi and Damon were no longer together the way they used to be. That there was no hope for them. Damien wanted to destroy Damon's happiness, and he remembered how happy he had been with Mimi. Not anymore. He would make sure his brother never felt that way with Mimi again. He had his little spies to see that they had been broken off and for real and he had seen it himself how Damon had taken other women and left Mimi. Damien did not see Adam and Charles as threats to him.
And then when Mimi would be unattached again, even Adam and Charles would be more with the other whore, then he would grab the baby and start programming her, giving her a good Stockholm Syndrome, and maybe the baby would just love him no matter what he did to her. His obsession with her was taking over his mind again as he carried her in his arms to the room where he made his preparations.
And then they'd make babies. Yes, he would always fuck Mimi enough to make her pregnant for life. It would be perfect. Damon could make animals, being an animal himself, but he'd make strong children, wait for the strongest, blackest wizard boy to grow up, and then he'd take the body for himself.
Then Damon would be destroyed when he could be what he was meant to be in the first place. Damien dragged his unconscious victim to one of the cleaning depots where he had brought his supplies. Oh, that this was going to be another enjoyable session. He was still thinking about how naughty the baby was when she had taken all of those men and she would have to learn a lesson or two. Soon she would be awake and feel herself becoming weak and sedated. Oh, how he loved to see her in a fully drugged, helpless victim.
I came to and realized I was in chains again on some table. I opened my eyes. This was the cleaning cupboard.
Damien came up to me and said, " Your voice is gone. You can't say a word now. I'm just getting you ready for your trip. I haven't even decided where I'm taking you yet. There are so many sheds to choose from. Or I could deliver to Mr. Sark and get a delightful bonus from that. Of course, he has machines in his facilities as well, so I could enjoy it there too. But let's start by jelling your belly cavity. Look up at the ceiling, baby, all that lovely orange jelly is about to start oozing into the lining of your abdominal cavity, and I'll help it soak in a little. Then we'll put in a little more backup before we go. You're okay to walk, but you're just helpless and nice. Remember how nice you were at the opening of the zoo? I can guarantee you're in the same state, but I'm not putting a capsule in my hand right now."
Damien started jelling me, and again those hands started rubbing and spreading the jelly deep inside me, warming it up so that after a couple of minutes, I was already quite helpless as the drug rolled over me. This was quite a strong jelly, and Damien poured 8 liters of it into me.
He said as he rubbed my stomach. " You know, one of my favorite things about this is feeling this jelly start to melt and soak in; you're almost there. I made this stronger, but I'm going to put another bag in so we can really get it inside you. As you can see, this absorbs so incredibly quickly. This is such a base. "
He drained and rubbed another 8 liters, but my stomach wasn't even up when he rubbed, soaked it all up. Then he gelled the dark blue jelly under my skin, happily spreading it over my ribs. I was stuffed and he was looking at me like I was a piece of meat. His face was a frown almost, muttered to himself about those who I had kidnapped and how he could interrogate me and make me reveal where I had stashed them.
He looked at me like I was an object, not a person.
He looked at me for a moment, very criticizing manner like my body was not up to his standards, and said, "Let's start this makeover of yours right here then."
He had taken my wig off me, revealing my blonde shorter hair.
He started stuffing the jelly into my breasts as much as he could fit into them until they were tight and full.
Damien rubbed them and said, " Now these are a better size, but then baby, when I take you as my own, I'm sure you'll get the cup size quite bigger. And I don't do red hair, don't worry about that."
My breasts were on fire as Damien stuffed more jelly into them. He massaged them, making me moan from pain, and he smiled at me coldly as he noticed my pain.
He had already unlocked the shackles, and I was completely powerless, completely sedated, and deeply, helplessly—a feeling I hated. But I couldn't get my rage out either.
Damien looked at me and said, " What's the matter, baby? No rage coming? As I said, it pays to cooperate. I've gotten such good stuff from Mr. Sark, and your rage blocker is top-notch. Oh, that you are helpless, but we'll make sure. Now, come on, sit up. I have a backup in case something goes wrong and I would not be able to take you. You have done enough damage to deserve it, just to say, baby."
He helped me sit up, and my upper torso was bare, having already stripped it earlier. He put some sort of vest on me. It was quite a thin material, and he pressed it tightly against my skin and fastened it with Velcro. My breasts were on fire as the vest pressed them, too. Then he pressed a button, and thousands of long and thick needles pierced my skin and sank into my tissues. Damien took tiny little bags and attached them to the vest.
He said to me, "Now I am just adding our little insurance here so you will stay doped up as long as I deem it so, this will ensure that I can take you quite a long way too. "
I felt something always seeping slowly into my tissues. There were dozens of bags, and Damien was putting them on all sides, but they were small and flat.
Damien said, " These bags have several powerful large animal tranquilizers in them, and those synthetic ketamine and others that I used to you earlier. As you will notice, they seep into you. You are helpless and harmless, the jelly will keep you in place on its own, and these are just a little backup, although we need to get out of here soon, or you, baby, will be unconscious before we get to the car. Three are the drugs that could put you to sleep for months and months, and here's also the drug Constantine used on you. You remember how I had you when Damon was weak and I got to play with you? Of course, you were weaker back then, but these drugs will knock you out for months and besides, if your pack would try to get rid of these with their dentals, well let's say that you would not like them very much after that. "
I knew I was screwed, but then again, if those drugs worked that effectively, it would be bad for Damien to have any shed sessions if I were unconscious for months. So, I kind of doubted his word. He helped me into my shirt, and nothing was showing underneath because it was so loose. But how he had mentioned Sark several times, well, I was screwed if he would deliver me to that bastard or any other one.
I was just very drugged and having great difficulty standing up. My vision was swimming, and I had no balance whatsoever. We started walking around the fairgrounds, and I realized we were at the other end, so we had quite a long way to go, and my legs didn't want to obey so terribly well. My head was all over the place, and I couldn't concentrate on anything. I couldn't. I just hated how I felt.
Damon was on watch at the fair and had been watching Mimi's victim for an hour but hadn't seen her himself. He had smelled a faint scent of strawberries when he'd arrived, so she was here, but where? Then he smelled the strawberry again and tried to see which way.
He had been in her mind to know that she was here, but then something blocked him and he was not sure if was it just an accident. There could be demons here or someone with a telepathic blocking crystal. some people were just so paranoid, so he tried to use his sense of smell to pinpoint her.
But the fair center was big. There were lots of people, perfumes, aftershaves, and deodorants, so Damon always had his work cut out to find Mimi's scent. Then he glimpsed someone walking, a wobbly woman, but he couldn't see her face. Blonde hair and she was tiny, but still.
Damon was in two minds because a whiskey and bourbon fair was going on at the same time, and maybe that was just a drunk woman who had had a little too much to drink. The man next to the woman turned, and Damon saw it. Damien. He recognized him instantly, his black curly hair and his dead gaze.
This meant that the woman was Mimi, and Damien was about to take Mimi to the car and the shed. Damon strode quickly toward Damien, trying to make his way through the crowd.
He said to everyone through the pack bonds, "It's Damien, he got her. Get after him and hurry."
Adam, Charles, and number two were ready. Damon had also informed Adam and Charles of Mimi's activities. They had not been too happy, as Mimi was making herself an even bigger target, despite that, that thing should be dealt with once they got Mimi.
Damien saw Damon, and then he saw Adam and Charles as well. There seemed to be two Damons, and he was furious. Fine, it was time for him to move into Plan B and he would not now get the baby, but he would get free and loose as the baby would be a distraction. He put those sedatives full on, knowing that those would render Mimi into a deep coma for months, and if someone tried to get them off, well, they would have to torture her.
He swore to himself, but he was prepared. There was nothing, no feeling in his soul, that stopped or made him hesitate at all. A few minutes later, those bags would be empty and the baby would be out, in a deep coma. But before that, the distraction.
Damien was swearing something, and I didn't understand. He tried to drag me faster and cursed more terribly than me. Then he muttered something to himself.
We were near one wall, and Damien stopped, pushed me against the wall, and said, "I see I am not getting any pleasure now, but I have to save my skin, and for that baby, you're going to be a distraction. Time to Plan B. This works in less than 10 minutes. Once the pain stops, then there isn't much time left. Maybe you get to be in Damon's arms once the pain stops. This may also clear your head, but the sedatives will all be inside you soon. I just put them on full. You deserve this, you monster."
He took the syringe, pulled the needle cover off, and looked into my eyes as he pressed it directly into my heart between my ribs and let the plunger depress the base. He looked at me like a piece of meat, with no emotion, as I felt a terrible pain tear me apart, and, I sank to the floor to sit.
My legs did not carry me and somehow I felt utterly powerless, but not so sedated anymore. Pain tore through me, making me writhe on the floor. I did not see Damien leaving as I kept my eyes closed from time to time, trying to gasp, feeling myself weakening somehow.
He said, looking at me from above, seeing me in pain. His voice was satisfied.
"Then when you don't hurt anymore, baby, it will be over soon. You might try to hang on until Charles or Adam get to you. I doubt Damon would care. "
He quickly strode away. I didn't understand a thing except that the pain was racking me all over, and I rolled onto my side to lie down. The pain made me moan weakly and my strength was diminished quite fast.
Damon saw Damien now striding away on his own and said to others, " Where's Mimi? Does anyone have any leads? Find Mimi, ignore Damien."
Something made his heart grow cold, and he realized he felt something nasty coming through their bond with Mimi.
Everyone went out and searched the place. They tried to move through the crowd, which was difficult as people were everywhere and they had stopped to talk or look at something.
Damon was feeling Mimi's mind; she was in pain, in agony, and still sedated.
He said to her, "Come on, baby, open your eyes, show me where are you, try to look around you,"
He felt with his telepathy. He looked through Mimi's eyes and went to where he assumed Mimi was. He didn't open his radar because it would only confuse him more now.
Whether Damien had hurt Mimi with a knife or something, he didn't know, but he had to find Mimi. He felt pain tearing through her. Then he saw Mimi, she was lying on the ground in one corner, and he pushed his way through the fucking people. He went over to Mimi and squatted down next to her. She was pale, not much moving, and her blond hair made her look even paler.
He lifted her in his arms and said, " What's the matter with you, Mimi? Tell me where it hurts."
He felt a vest on Mimi, but no place in his quick palpation was sore. Mimi went limp; she wasn't such a tight ball anymore, and Damon took his wife into his arms. Mimi sighed and opened her eyes. He was worried as he heard her heartbeat slowing down, her breathing weakening. She was getting paler and limping more in his arms.
When the pain subsided, I knew what Damien had done. My straps were dripping. I was about to die or be on someone's head. And then how to get my body to the pack would be another story.
The sensation of the straps slipping off was unsettling, a disheartening reminder of my impending demise. But then, as I found solace in Damon's embrace, I slowly opened my eyes. His worried expression mirrored my weakness and the lingering effects of the drugs coursing through my veins.
Uncertain of how much longer it would take for me to regain consciousness or regain control of my body, I knew I had to speak my truth. I needed him to know that I loved him still. I had no idea why it was important for me to say it, but it was.
I had read enough old ways and how people used to speak back then, so I tried to speak like that.
With a gaze fixed upon him, I mustered the strength to say, "The pain will soon cease. This place, in your arms, is where I want to be. I love you, though I rarely say it aloud. I understand your feelings for me may not align, but you are my heartbreaker, my first love. My affection for you will endure, regardless. Mariella may have your heart, yet I speak no falsehoods. The end is near, and it is my choice to face it. Time will take what it must, but my love will never wane."
My voice faded, my strength dwindling. Blurred vision hindered my sight, making it arduous to hold on. Yet I found solace in Damon's embrace, feeling safe and secure.
Damon felt Mimi go paler and slacker in his arms, the color draining from her face as her body grew limp. He suddenly realized that she was dying in his arms. Damien had poisoned her somehow, and she was losing her grip on life rapidly. Her almost white complexion and half-opened eyes reflected her fading vitality. With her mouth slightly ajar and dry lips, her breaths became mere puffs, barely audible. The faint beat of her heart struggled to be heard.
Despite knowing that her soul would eventually find its way into someone else's mind, he refused to let her slip away. He desperately wanted her to fight. Her honest confession of love had struck a chord deep within his soul, overwhelming him with emotions.
Suddenly, Damon's curses filled the air as he vehemently exclaimed, "You cannot do this! Fight, Mimi! Come on!"
Desperate to hold on, he sank his teeth into her neck, grasping onto the remaining six straps that bound her soul to her body. As he administered a mimosa wonder drug, uncertainty crept into his mind.
Through my thoughts, I reassured him, "Leave it be. Just let me go. One day, you will have me in the right way. Do not fret."
Damon responded with unwavering determination, "You must fight, Mimi. Understand? Try to survive. Harness your rage. Whatever it takes. I will teleport us to the medbay and get you the help you need."
But I couldn't bring myself to respond, as the tranquilizers still held me captive, their effects lingering. Even if he would secure my straps, a coma would likely claim me for an extended period. I was just too weak to hold on. The last sensation that I perceived was his scent of passionfruit, comforting in the knowledge that I would die in his arms. I belonged there.
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