บท 165: 5. Something You Should Know.
"Oh, please tell me that she isn't going to..." Wulfe's voice was filled with desperation as he communicated telepathically with Magnum.
In a calm manner, Magnum replied, "Oh yeah, she's most likely already doing it. But fine, let them witness her in action. I have no idea who or how many she has this time, so it's bound to be quite a show, with her powers and hive thing."
Wulfe remarked, "We're not screwed, but she's going to be wild. However, if Salvatores wants to see her, then let them see her at her worst. Well, it's all relative, but it's a side they haven't really seen before. Thank God Colin is out of the country; otherwise, they might just face him again..."
Magnum chuckled and said, "Yeah, let's have some fun with Anaconda."
Earlier, Damon had joined their planning session and informed them that tomorrow, Mimi was going to show him her other side. He also mentioned the hive, which caused Wulfe to curse under his breath. He had put a lot of effort into keeping Mimi under control, as she was incredibly strong. He had to make it seem effortless, so she wouldn't worry unnecessarily. He was still protecting her.
It was a natural reaction, but Wulfe somehow knew that this wouldn't be bad, per se, but rather brutal. Mimi was filled with frustration and knew how to make someone suffer without killing them right away. It might be necessary for him and Magnum to intervene, to put her victims out of their misery and redirect her aggression towards the gym. It was an effective way to release her pent-up energy, although not particularly enjoyable for her. This side of her enjoyed inflicting torture.
Damon was prepared. It had been just over a day since their conversation, and he had been busy with his missions. Afterward, they returned home to have brutal sex and relieve their stress. It was difficult for Damon to focus on his work and make plans because he still didn't feel completely himself. The whole hive thing affected him deeply still. Now, this new connection with Mimi was driving him to seek to fuck his demons out with Mariella instead, but it wasn't really helping.
He wanted to see a side of Mimi that she was reluctant to show, knowing that she had a troubled past and had been involved in brutal acts. Magnum and Wulfe had confirmed that Mimi tortured her victims, and Damon was about to witness her most savage side. They had seen once or twice before her little torturing sessions, but according to Wulfe, those had been tame.
Wulfe had questioned Damon many times if he was truly ready for this. It was a significant step for Mimi to reveal this side of herself, and if Damon couldn't handle it, it might push her over the edge. Wulfe was fiercely protective of Mimi and didn't want Damon to ruin this opportunity with his fear.
Damon was more than prepared. He longed to see his dark queen and learn from her methods. Number four had used her shed and dental records, which contained potent and unpleasant concoctions. Mariella had been working diligently, reviewing many pieces of evidence and over 60 autopsy reports of victims. She was eager to witness Mimi's act of justice. She wanted Damon to drill into those bastards' minds and extract the truth of what they had done. She was going to provide Mimi with some substances from her savior radar, as it wasn't all about doing good—it also meant destroying evil.
Damon, along with numbers two, four, five, and seven, Adam and Charles,boys as well as Wulfe, Magnum, and Mariella, packed into the car. Everyone was eager to witness the upcoming events, and they were more than prepared. The journey to Mimi's designated location would take a few hours, but they had the time. Mimi had done a lot of preparation and had mentioned that she would take a few days off.
She would return once she had gathered more information for her mission and needed to take care of a few things. Damon took charge of the driving since the roads in that area weren't in the best condition, but they would make it there. Mimi had given them an access code to enter, and she had assured them that they could drive right in.
They drove along the bumpy road, surrounded by the heat of the jungle. The atmosphere inside the car was somber. Damon had made it clear that he was in charge and there would be no rogue actions allowed, meaning no killing the victims unless he gave the order. He could sense Mimi's dark enjoyment and how it made her feel powerful. It was such an exhilarating feeling that it made his heart race even more. His cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, too. He wanted to be a part of that feeling. Oh yes, he would assist her, admire her, and revel in the fear and terror of their victims.
As they approached the designated coordinates, Damon spotted a panel where they needed to enter a code. He stopped the car, and his companion opened the window, inputting the code given by Mimi. Soon, a massive hatch opened. The ramp was revealed that led underground, deep. Damon couldn't help but recall the time when Damien had tried to breed Mimi, but these underground bunkers had been built long ago. They were a way to ensure that authorities wouldn't suspect any evil medical facilities. However, Mimi must have cleared out this particular bunker and claimed it as her own. Damon was curious to see what awaited them.
He drove the car down the ramp, and once inside, the hatch closed behind them. They parked the car and stepped out, surveying their surroundings. It resembled a huge hangar, with space for more vehicles. In the distance, they spotted a door and made their way towards it.
Wulfe muttered, "I have no idea what this place is. Missy has been quite busy." He was ready too, feeling a little edgy.
Magnum grunted, already contemplating better uses for this place than Mimi's personal torture chamber. Their steps echoed in a huge hall, and each of them had no idea what they would witness.
They reached the door and opened it, revealing a hallway illuminated by lights. At the other end, they noticed another slightly open door. They were eager to discover what Mimi was up to in this place. Along the corridor, there were several locked rooms, but Damon's curiosity propelled him forward.
They came across the observation room where they could see me in action. I was waiting for them. I was in my torture room. It was a rather spacious room, with three Sarks attached to the frames, naked and standing. Two krychecks were restrained in chairs, along with three scientists. I was in my small kitchenette, preparing some coffee and a sandwich for myself. It wasn't ideal, the sandwich, I mean, but it had a strong psychological impact to casually eat and drink while torturing them.
I knew how to be super creepy. After all, I had been on the receiving end of torture so many freaking times in my life. My fangs had been busy. I had around 65 different substances, each contained in identical unlabeled bottles. I also had a packet of syringes, with needles of various sizes and purposes. Sometimes, I would test my substances by injecting them into the spinal canal.
I had everything I needed. I was just wearing scrubs. I knew how to be torturer and then some. I prepared my filter coffee, making sure the sound and aroma filled the room. I made myself a sandwich with thinly sliced wagyu, a nut flour-based bun, lots of butter, and a few other meats.
Damon watched as Mimi entered the room, holding a steaming cup of coffee and a thick sandwich. She took a bite, savored it, and sipped her coffee while coldly looking at her victims. The two Krycheck individuals caught Wulfe's attention, and Damon also wanted them. Everyone wanted to be a part of this thing. Everyone wanted to torture these damn bastards.
Damon didn't know who those three were, but when Mariella asked him to use his telepathy, he explained, "She has a blocker. See those crystals? She wants to take her time. She does not want me to burn their minds out."
Mariella nodded and asked, "What do you want to do?" She noticed Damon's aroused, wild state. He was magnificent, as always.
Damon replied, his voice low and rough with arousal, needing to be part of that torture, "I want to go there, have my fun, and maybe let others have fun, too. Oh, and I want to test those substances."
Mariella smiled and touched his cheek gently, and Damon didn't waste any time. He headed back to the corridor and soon found the correct door leading to the torture chamber. He was fully prepared.
As I took another bite of my sandwich, the door opened, and Damon entered. He walked calmly in and he had pretty interesting tuning in.
Sarks sneered, "Oh look, you came to play. Another vampire, this one, is perfect for torture. I wonder if he has enzymes too? At least his blood is useful."
The Sarks started speculating about what they would do to Damon once they had him. They also mentioned Damien, reminiscing about how nasty it was when he had been killed a long time ago and how he was the only good Salvatore there ever was.
I told casually Damon, "There's some coffee left if you want. I'm just having a snack."
I spoke like this was nothing out of the ordinary to have victims to be tortured in the underground chamber. He came over, took a bite of my sandwich, and I could feel his hot, hard cock pressing against me. This specimen was truly aroused by what I was doing. Fine. I kept my expression neutral as he nibbled on my ear and neck. He was all over me, making Sarks mutter something, but I did not really listen to them.
I whispered to him, "Oh, you're eager to have some fun. I have three people here who I should make talk, interrogate them, but honestly, I'm not interested in every scrap of information."
Damon murmured in my ear, "How about this, baby? If we send them to one of the NSA black sites, I can arrange it as payment for their help. No more jungle trudging for you. And then we can have so much fun with them."
I nodded, still under his seductive spell. His hands were wandering on my body, his lips and teeth making me shudder. Numbers two and seven walked in, took the three scientists, and teleported them somewhere else.
As Wulfe entered, I was surprised at just how much Krychecks seemed frightened; their fear was palpable.
Wulfe turned to me and said, "Unicorn, these two are my toys. Enjoy your time with Sarks."
I replied nonchalantly, "Go ahead if you want. I have plenty of substances for testing."
He nodded and asked, "What's the usual dosage?"
Before I could respond, Damon interjected, "Use 3-8 ml. You can administer it all at once or slowly drip it into their veins using a bag."
Wulfe nodded in understanding, and Damon inquired, "What do your substances do?"
I shrugged and replied, "I didn't plan them. I just knew I had time to experiment. My fangs work. As you know, the link between my feelings and vampire side and my memory is so "bad", they're almost identical in appearance. How would I know? I just made them and put them in but did not label them. They affect different ways, my guess, but none are poison or toxin per se, so they are not lethal in normal doses."
Number two returned and exclaimed, "Oh, this is going to be fun!"
He grabbed a vial, and Damon suggested, "Let's place the used ones on this table so that we can try every one of them, Salvatores. Remember to use these for our gain. We can smell, learn, and taste. Baby's concoctions are superb."
Number four smiled and added, "I do know that, but it seems like her enhanced powers have made her fangs even more intricate."
I nodded in agreement. As I walked up to the counter, Mariella walked in too, and approached Damon, who was using my small yet potent electrodes on one of the evil sarks, causing them to scream in pain. I grabbed a syringe and a pinkish vial, drawing up 5.5 ccs of my substance. I went over to one of the Krychecks while Wulfe focused on the other.
I taunted the Krycheck, saying, "Do you love me now? Come on, try to make me love you."
Charles came over and took the syringe, injecting it into the Krycheck's dick. He soon started screaming and panting from the pain.
Charles remarked, "Looks like that caused some serious agony. Good to know."
He smiled coldly and went to get the next substance. I reached out and squeezed Krycheck's balls tightly, just shy of causing him to lose consciousness from the pain. I relaxed my grip, allowing my pleasure in torturing him to show on my face. I looked at him with disdain, treating him as nothing more than a toy.
Wulfe suppressed my vampire instincts, which desired to enslave the Krycheck as our drone. I walked to a nearby wall where I had a drawer, opened it, grabbed a set of pliers and a few other tools, and approached one of the Sarks, who had received less attention.
Damon noticed my tools and walked over to me, casually leaning against the counter as he sipped coffee from a mug that someone had kindly filled up. In my torture room, the air was filled with pained gasps, fear, terror, and the unmistakable stench of sweat.
It was a place where I brought my pack to join in on the torture, a twisted group of individuals who, like me, embraced our monstrous sides. Even Magnum, who seemed to connect well with number four, reminded him of his hybrid nature and the atrocities committed by Sark. This revelation gave Magnum a strong motivation to participate.
It was ironic to think that I, Mimi Springcove, a former victim of torture and now a special agent leading a worldwide paramilitary resistance organization, had become the torturer. I took pleasure in inflicting pain on those who deserved it, even though it made me question my own morality.
However, seeing my pack revel in the same sadistic acts, with Mariella's face contorting into pleasure as she witnessed Sark's screams while removing his fingernail, reassured me. Perhaps I had influenced everyone around me to embrace their darker sides, or maybe they had always carried these inclinations and were simply accepting them now that they saw me indulging in my twisted hobby.
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