บท 510: 29. I Have A Dream.
After Damien had activated one more syringe of jelly, even after Mimi had passed out, he was satisfied and knew that Mimi was now harmless. He set off driving, and they arrived at the airport. Once they were on the plane and the plane was in the air, he sent Bran a text message about the location of the lady and the collar.
This would be once again be so freaking perfect. Bran was such an easy mark. It was so easy for him to pretend to be Damon, regretting but acknowledging the need, and seeking Bran's help, and he was more than willing to help. And what impression it left on Damon, just perfect. Enforcing the feeling that he was just part of him.
As Damien thought that during the flight, he realized that maybe, just maybe, that was how their parents had seen it, meant it, that they will become just one creature, a little like in that stupid ass tv show those Gemini twins. Except, Damon would be unaware of his faith and he would just suck Damon to be part of him. Making them a whole new creature and he would get so much out of that, all of Damon's memories, his abilities, and Mimi's too. And also Damon's feelings and maybe he could feel them for something. They would be united, true Salvatore creation. Oh, how he waited for that day.
He didn't take the collar away from Mimi. This would always be better controlled. He had stripped her naked and left her in the room to cool down. Damien did not do much of anything during the flight to Mimi, just kept her out cold and naked, stressing her body this time. How he loved to make her fight, but he would keep his upper hand.
There had been times when he had kidnapped a few times Mimi and tried to take her to the shed, but he had woken up, neck snapped and soon Damon had broken to the surface and gone to women. He had learned from those times too and now he was making sure that she could fight, but she could not harm him.
They arrived, and Damien lifted his still-unconscious wife into the car. Her eyes moved from side to side, and she still didn't respond to any stimuli. He had now taken care of that. Almost all the jelly had melted from inside Mimi by the time he'd kept her on the activator drip for the entire 12-hour flight. He could feel the first little tendrils of his enjoyment to start. He had infused several bags of his medical experiment into her during the flight.
It was important to keep it going. He had so many plans for this medical experiment and it would make him world famous once he got it refined, but in order to do that, he needed a test subject. To test all of his little experiments and their stability and use. He had just made them not so nice for Mimi, but if he would get them to be successful on her, then they would have real medical implements and they could be used to doing good too.
Damien drove up and carried Mimi to the shed, tying her naked to the steel table. He started getting the place ready and waited for Mimi to wake up. He continued to infuse his experiment in her. It would take him to observe over the years how it is going and what it needs to be refined for.
He'd warm up the equipment, check the reservoirs, and make sure everything was in place, but he didn't plan. He liked to improvise, put Mimi where he wanted her, and experiment with what he would do and how bad the damage would be. It was always a surprise when he opened the machine, or it went off.
Damon was always methodical, precise, and planned ahead but he liked to test, to see what was hit and what was miss, and those misses well, they could be improved or they would become hits once Mimi had been stressed and processed enough. This made this so much fun, to see what would be the threshold to Mimi starting to go downhill faster and where would be a time when her healing would be all used up. It varied depending on what he had done and used, and in what shape Mimi was.
Not one shed session with Mimi was ever the same. They were all unique and wonderful to him. He had also other plans, for the future, in case something happened, he would perish. He wanted Mimi to remember him, remember to shed sessions rest of life eternal life even if he would not be there.
He gazed at her. Her breathing was deeper, faster, and she was coming around. Oh, this would be so freaking wonderful again. It was soon time to start this real shed session lottery, a little surprise for him every time he got to use some device on her.
Whether Mimi would get better and how well. Some devices were surprisingly effective at getting damage quickly, but he didn't use them as much as he wanted the pain to last. That Mimi would find out how he'd overcome her completely. He wanted her to get weaker, but not too fast.
This would leave an impression on her mind, literally, so she would remember this always and forever. This was one reason why he did not use many drugs that affected her mind. He wanted her to experience this full-on. Every little thing, every minute, too.
He knew how to keep her restrained so she could not get free, how to get her rage out and make her use it all up. He did not eat it; it was something that gave Damon power and he did not want to give him power any more than necessary. No need to strengthen Damon when he had gotten him so well weakened.
If one of his little backup plans had worked, he would then have given him power, maybe even made him kill him so his backup plan would come to fruition but he had not gotten a Black wizard body for himself, so there was no need for that to happen. He could be in this body just fine. There were so many perks to being in this body.
I woke up, or come to and I pretty soon for a gist where I was and what was gonna happen. Shed session, so I was tied to a steel table in spiked shackles. I could still feel the collar around my neck, and these were spring shackles, so I couldn't get my hands free. Also, my arms were stretched straight next to me as far as they could be, with some tape around my chest and waist, holding my body in place.
Once I had managed to drag myself down a little, I could get some relief from my wrists. I grunted and tried to wiggle. No use.
Damon walked over to me and said, "Awake, finally. As you can see, or maybe a better word would feel, all the jelly has been used up, but I decided to keep that collar on you. I've switched to it for dripping metals, though. I don't want you sleeping all the time. We'll start in half a minute as soon as you're properly awake, and baby, please take the rage out. You're going to need it. As you can see, I've put all the necessary barriers in place. This time I let you fight back, using your rage and trying to withstand everything I throw at you, so to speak."
He paused a bit, adjusting something in the tablet that he had in his hands. He gazed at me and continued.
"This will be rough, but you must have seen and felt how much I have strengthened you, so you can maybe tolerate this a little bit better if you think this as an extreme way to make you even stronger and you can think of me as your coach. Of course, this is pure pleasure for me, torturing you, so I might not have such noble ideas, but that might help you. No need to wonder why."
Then he brought a stabber on me, it was bigger, almost the whole body stabber again.
He put me on the herb stabber first and said, " A little pre-treatment only. The peculiarity is that there are symptoms dropped in with those herbs, and gosh, I can't tell you how much and what, but they don't come on full blast. They're just kind of a nuisance later on. Not diseases, but just symptoms that could be anything from loss of vision, muscle cramps, headaches, indigestion, abdominal pain, and joint pain. They are meant to use up your resources, and, of course, weaken you. "
I had access to my rage; I was awake enough, and I was getting pissed off and properly. Oh, it hurts enough when dozens of blades are destroying my stomach and my intestines, but why do I have to listen to that explanation? Somehow, that detailed explanation of these devices and torments that he had planned for me was the last straw. I just did not want to listen to him blabbering on. Oh, fuck when I take my rage out, and immediately this fucking stabber does nothing.
I've been through worse. The pain was there, but it was nothing. My rage blasted through it quite effortlessly and I started determinedly trying to detach myself, and no peace for me as Damon had to talk, had to list possible symptoms that were dropped in this goddamn herbal sludge that was pouring inside with every strike. Why He just won't shut up? It was one thing that pissed me off and good too.
Damon came up to me, looked at me, and said, " Oh, you've got your rage on very well already. You're going on the next device. Isn't fun when pain is not your world, not yet anyway. But baby, your rage won't last forever. This means I can truly crush you, your pain, your body, your spirit too."
He turned off the fucking stupid stabber, and I was ready. My muscles were ready for action and as soon as he would release my hand, his neck would be snapped. I could do it on one hand.
He came up to me and took the fucking remote, saying in a mocking tone, "Baby, come on, fine, I need to remind you that there is still that collar and it is giving electricity too."
He pushed the red button until I was completely powerless, and my muscles wouldn't obey at all. My rage slipped out of my grasp, pain hit me full on and I gasped, unable to do anything.
Then he untied me, took me to another table, and tied my arms straight at my sides, and my legs spread wide. The straps were leather, and tight. My position was not the best possible as I had no room to work, but I was trying to get my rage on. Maybe I could teleport out of here, using my willpower and rage together too.
He said, "Let's see what this thing does, then. Don't worry; the symptoms will start in 24 hours or so. I'm going to put some more metals in here while I'm at it. Again, I don't know what's in these bags. It's not written on them. I have found some old medical facilities when your people discovered them and some of them have these bags, I know these are metals but there is only this code and I have no idea what this stands for, so I have selected each bag to be unique, different codes that is. Metals weaken you so wonderfully well. "
He hung up the stupid fucking bag and apparently put some kind of device on. Blades and knives started coming out of the ceiling, and they started slashing me randomly. There were pistons under my back, and they started beating my spine and back. Fucking Salvatore tied me to this table again so tightly that I could feel the pistons and hard. I got my rage on. I cursed in my mind. All the curse words and their combinations were used and I was very inventive in coming up with new ones, too.
My rage kept my pain under control and I didn't feel like a victim. I was too pissed off, and he talked. All the fucking time and I was so freaking fed up listening to him talk to me all the time. That I few times screw at him and, for good measure too, told him to be in fuck's name silent and not to talk all the time. But no, it just made him talk even more, and always that same chatty tone like he was not torturing me, but he just loved his own voice.
He hit me with that damn electric collar every time he moved me, causing my grip on my rage to slip, me to be paralyzed more or less, and it took time for me more and more to get my rage going. The pain was almost overwhelming before my rage took over.
Then one device came with thin blades that would sink deep, open up like a flower, spin inside me for a while, and slowly retract to close so that the blades could tear my insides before the spikes were out. I began to feel symptoms, and my rage began to wear off. He truly knew how to wear me out in that kind of way that gave him maximum pleasure. Twisted individual. I hoped I could do something, that I would have a chance of doing something, but only time would tell. I needed to be as ready as possible.
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