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36.89% Salvatore Saga, Part One:My life with Damon. / Chapter 207: 6. Suojelusenkeli. (The Guardian Angel.)

Chương 207: 6. Suojelusenkeli. (The Guardian Angel.)

I got out of the car, took my bag, and locked my car. I started walking towards the shop building. There came a man who looked like MacGyver, original and young. Oh, how the eye rested. I introduced myself and examined the various rare varieties of potatoes.

This was a big potato and grain farm and every year they experiment with many varieties in the fields. I knew I didn't absorb carbohydrates well, but the mashed potatoes were good, as were the potato buns. Now I couldn't always be so picky about my food, there had to be pleasure in life.

I scanned different varieties, especially baby potatoes, which will not be grown. They only took 2-3 varieties each year and grew over 15 to try. Then they would study them, and often, the ones that didn't continue were dug out of the ground quite small.

It would be a kind of mixed selection, but all the potatoes would be new and fresh. Sweet, good ones, different shapes and colors. Whereas in Finland, it was mostly yellow potatoes and a few colored varieties, here, the potatoes were not so limited.

They grew some potatoes from seed, meaning that some potatoes flowered, fertilized, and set fruit. They would then take the seeds from those and germinate them and see what kind they came up with. There were quite a few new ones from almost black and red spotted.

I could make many nice experimental foods out of these, and they would be unique as these potatoes were only available from this farm, and there were only so many of them if they didn't continue to grow them.

There were many reasons. It could be poorer yields or not as resistant to pests or diseases, and then there was also taste and usage, which dictated what was left and what wasn't. The host told me all these facts and said that every year, he and his wife make all the decisions on what to leave and what not to leave themselves, and they don't hire outsiders or go by any standard guidelines. 

He showed his wife she looked like some kind of cross between the Kardashian girls and Taylor Swift and was talking to some Chinese tourists. Showing them different flour.

I hadn't even got as far as the flour as I had different potatoes and I knew I could get them to different houses. Sometimes, I even made a big batch of food and took it to the headquarters for everyone to eat. It had gone down well.

The men drove up and saw a big barn building with potatoes in boxes; then, in another barn, there were grain products like wheat flour, flakes, rye, and so on. Mimi was innocently dressed like an angel talking to the host, and Damon knew exactly who she looked like. Damon saw Adam's eyes narrow slightly when he, too, spotted the host.

Samuel got out of the car and looked around. There were a few other cars on the farm, and there were people passing by, examining the produce. Young, helpful men were lifting various boxes for people and helping to carry them to the cars. The crisp autumn weather was not so present here on the southern coast of France, where this farm was located. Samuel looked around. He hadn't been to many places like this. Damon strode toward Mimi as she was scanning the potatoes. Adam and Samuel followed behind.

I was examining the potatoes when a voice behind me said, " Hello baby, surprise. We were already at the house in Paris."

I said, "Oh, fine. No problem."

 Damon grunted. I turned to look at him. He was wearing a white shirt, black leather jacket, and black leather pants, a good-looking package, no problem. The host came over and gave everyone, including Samuel, who was with him, their own scanners. He directed the men to examine the flour and flakes.

Adam and Samuel eagerly set off to examine the flour and grits. Damon did not follow them, but stayed with me. I tried to continue sorting the potatoes, but I could feel Damon's body heat as he was right behind me. 

A silky voice said, "You remember you don't absorb too much of these; one variety is a bit better for you than another, but I won't let you eat too many potatoes. You can be sure of that."

I turned around and said " These are unique. All these varieties are only available for what they are when they are not continued. I can make food for others, even fleas, if I feel like it. These are interesting to taste and try."

I unbuttoned one button on my shirt and looked at Damon. I said innocently. "What about you, Salvatore? Do you see anything you like?"

He looked at me from head to toe, and a subtle smile played on his lips. There was an edge to him, though, that made me perhaps a little wary of what I was saying.

He whispered in my ear, "Maybe, maybe I will, darling."

Then he passed me by, letting his hand press on my liver for a moment. He went off to scan some more potatoes. 

I wandered along the rows of potatoes, taking a little of each variety unless it seemed boring, ordinary, like some potato that might have been a cross between two common varieties and was not exotic in itself.

The host was chatting with me. He already knew I was a werewolf. Mimosa had to let it be known.

 He asked, "Are you single? I mean, I'm not asking you out. I'm married myself, but a beautiful woman like you. It's hard to believe that you don't have anyone."

Oh, this was almost flirting. I looked at his wife, and she was still talking to the Chinese. 

Fine, I replied, " At the moment, yes, but that one man is my ex-husband. This other one is my pack leader, and the third one is the pack doctor, so I am not alone as such, or even really free, because I belong to the pack. Well, that's a werewolf thing."

The host shrugged. He said, "But are you in a relationship with anyone? I know the wolves are in the pack, and the pack always comes first, but you said one man is an ex-husband. Have you been divorced long?"

I said, "Two or three years. We're on good terms, and the divorce was almost an accident." 

Samuel said to Adam, "Are these people, these people, always so direct? No wonder, Mimi...I mean, of course, the host says he's married, but he's trying very hard to hit on Mimi. "

Adam watched for a moment and heard the host ask if Mimi was free. Mimi's reply was diplomatic but not, in Adam's opinion, sufficiently dismissive. And how the host just went on and on about the subject. Adam could see the host looking at them almost scornfully.

He saw a woman talking to the Chinese and this woman flirting with them. Now Adam knew that sometimes people have very free marriages and sometimes they want others in their bed. Adam spoke Mandarin Chinese, and his attentive ears heard how his wife was suggesting to the Chinese to change partners, too. It was mostly men in that group. 

Then he looked at Mimi as she walked around again in such clothes. Mimi had platinum blond hair on both sides of her head in a ponytail. She looked like a schoolgirl. She seemed blissfully unaware of her sexual aura, which was plain for all men to see. The host was clearly planning a move.

Samuel said, " What are we going to do? That host didn't listen to Mimi's explanation except for the first two words, and they were currently yes."

Adam said, "Did you listen to the host's wife? They're swapping partners, and she's trying to get herself some Chinese; it's easy to see what the host has in mind. Last time, I had Damon sedate Mimi with a drug. Worked well. The lady was under control, and now there are six more of these farms, at least."

 Samuel said, "We need to intervene. Damon will find out, and there could be a bloodbath, and it would just be better to get Mimi under control. I wonder if Damon has...?"

Adam nodded and said, "He took syringes with him, and he has his teeth. I just have to say that we all agree. Have you looked at Mimi's new car? The electric blue one. I could swear the lady has several debit cards in the name of the Springcove again."

Samuel walked towards Damon, and Adam watched as Samuel explained excitedly. 

Samuel said to Damon, " These guys are swapping partners or something like that; that woman is the master's wife, and as you can hear, she's trying to get her hands on those Chinese, and it's easy to figure out who the master has taken as a victim. I don't know how fast they'll act or that one will soon give Mimi his contact details when Mimi needs a sweetie. Mimi didn't make it clear enough to the host that she's not available."

Damon said, " What do you want me to do?"

Samuel said, " Save Mimi and try to get it into her head that these people are lustful. Drug her."

Damon grunted and said, "Fine, let's do that."

Adam watched as Samuel got his point across. He saw Damon's demeanor change. He took something from his breast pocket and held it in his hand. He started walking towards Mimi, who was now exploring the potato flakes, and the host was very close. Looking at Mimi's body, Adam saw how the front of the host's trousers were fuller.

I now continued to examine the potato flakes. Again, there were no additives in these, just dried potatoes. I took them too. Again, I didn't pay any attention when Damon came and pulled me against him, plunging the needle into my heart again.

My head was really foggy, and my legs weren't really bearing up at all. Damon wrapped me up in his arms and took my scanner. Adam came over, and Damon handed my bag to Adam, who furrowed his brow at my gun in the bag. 

My motto these days is I don't go anywhere without a gun. I'm not going anywhere. Adam went through my wallet and grabbed all my cards. There was a considerable fortune in them, and if I didn't get them back, I'd be going on the road.

Then Adam handed Damon a piece of paper in passing. Oh, fuck, the deed to my island. The grip around me tightened quite a bit as Damon handed the paper to Adam. I got another dose of the drug straight to my liver and a brisk rubdown. 

Samuel was explaining to the host how my blood sugars sometimes crash all the time, and Damon was the doctor. He was trying to help, and they had everything they needed. The host was disappointed and moved in with his wife.

Samuel saw the Chinese move to their car, and the lady looked disappointed, too.

Adam held me up while Damon went to pay for the orders.

We wouldn't be going to any other farms today. The men talked a little, and Adam's grip on me was very tight. I was about unconscious after the third dose I had when we got to my car, and Damon put me in a seat belt and jabbed a dose right into my abdominal cavity.

I was pretty much barely conscious. Damon started driving towards the castle, and I fell asleep on the way. I woke up in one bed in shackles. Really fucking smart. Fine, let's be in chains. Two hours later, Damon came to unchain me. He said nothing, just unlocked the shackles and left. I was fucked up too, so I didn't speak.

 I went to the toilet and got both my things out. I thought nothing of it when I came out and went into the kitchen. Damon had a funny look on his face. We went to dinner, and Adam and Samuel were a bit weird, too; I didn't bother talking as I was trying to settle my stomach.

I was pretty damn loose, and now I wasn't sure why, but I was so pissed off, and I sent my anger to the men, all three of them. I tried to hold back and hope the pressure in my ass would ease, but no, I had to go pretty damn fast.

But before I could get up, all three men dove into the nearest toilets. Oh, my God. It was a big castle, and I knew where the toilets were, but now I was in a hell of a hurry to get to one. I must have been like something out of an American Pie movie when I finally got to one toilet and got the pressure out. I was very relieved to get my bowels completely empty. It took a little while, and I wondered twice if I was ready, but I wasn't quite ready yet.

 When I came back to the table, the men were back, too.

Damon asked me softly, "Do you have diarrhea, baby?" I nodded.

Damon said, "Could you put one strap closed off our bond so I don't get the need to shit on every time you get shit there??"

Fine, "I don't know how to do that."

I put the strap down while Damon showed me how.

He said, "Mimi, if you ever untie that strap on purpose, it's a rib crusher and a stabber, you understand?"

I nodded. Oh, that's how hard it is. Fine, no problem. 

The rest of the day went okay. The men were putting up some rooms, touring the castle, or ordering farm products online. I vowed to myself that one day, I would get a full farm tour done. 

Damon was in a good mood, joking with Adam and Samuel, but he looked at me a couple of times in a way that now I wouldn't utter any of my sentences, even if they could have been.

They hung up some hides and tapestries that I had bought. The men were strictly minding their own business, and no one even kissed me or talked to me much. I was still pretty fucking pissed off, and I guess it was clearly visible.

Samuel had explained to me what the host was up to at the farm. I said, "I'm in the flea business with the men sometimes for 12 weeks in a row. Yes, they look at me, they talk things over with me, but for now, I know how to hold my own. If I think it's nice that a human being, even a man, is nice, talks to me, and isn't always fucking scared of me, then no, when you see, it's just me going to fuck him. I'm pretty damn competent to stand up for myself and you just let your jealousy come out even though you, Samuel, have no business being jealous of me, we don't even have a mating bond, but I know how fucking good a Salvatore is at manipulation."

Samuel made no reply as I walked away. 

When evening came, I thought about going to one bedroom to sleep, but Damon came and took me by the hand and led me upstairs to a really great enormous bedroom, but this was not the master bedroom. That much I knew when I was just making the master bedroom. 

I changed out of my nightgown and went to bed to read a book on my side and Damon came over to his side and reached over and took the book out.

"Now, baby, let's get some sleep. I don't know when the last time you got a good night's sleep was. "

I didn't suspect a thing. Damon pulled me against him, and I dropped asleep in the familiar safety.


Chương 208: 7. Kulkijapoika. (The Wandering Boy.)

After Mimi had fallen asleep, Damon reached out from the bedside table and took the syringe. It was time to give the lady a long, hard lesson. He was determined to weed out the habit of fucking others. Mimi belonged only to him and sometimes to Adam, but she wasn't supposed to fuck Colin or Magnum.

The syringe felt right in his hand, and he knew he would not regret it. He was going to enjoy it. He deftly slipped it into Mimi's jugular and pressed the plunger. Then he laid her on her back and got out of bed himself. The drug would be short-acting when it came to putting her to sleep, but it had a sedative effect that would last for hours.

Damon got an enormous pile of towels and put them in his lap. He stripped Mimi naked first, stroking her body, but he had no need to fuck her for as long as the lesson would last. He lifted Mimi onto his lap on his back. Then he took his silver dagger from the bedside table drawer with its thin platinum coating that was flaking from the impact and began stabbing her in the stomach and ribs. All over. 

He kept Mimi's hands under control, and the pleasure grew as Mimi began to come to. Mimi began to moan, moving restlessly, and Mimi's pain made the pleasure grow.

He whispered in Mimi's ear, "This is the consequence of darlin' if you fuck with strangers. Actions and consequences, darlin. I can teach."

He stabbed all night. After four hours, Mimi's healing began to slow, and Damon plunged the knife deep into the middle of her stomach, slicing open her abdominal aorta and twisting it with pleasure each time before pulling out. He sliced under the ribs all the way down the ribs, plunging the tip of the dagger into the lung so that the lung collapsed several times.

Mimi's breathing became gasping, and her panic grew louder. All the time, he sent fear and terror into her dazed mind. He pleasurably stabbed her heart and twisted the dagger there, too. Right from the chest, between the ribs, or even from the side of the back. 

Each time the dagger plunged into her body, he smelled her strong blood, felt her confusion, her pain, and above all his absolute power in this matter, he felt strengthened and how ironic it was that the evil, the distortion he felt inside himself, now felt so much weaker.

He concentrated on the liver, jabbing the dagger into it and slashing, bruising. The dagger was silver platinum, and judging by Mimi's shaking and sweating, it hurt very badly. He sometimes held his hand over her mouth and nose until she was almost unconscious from lack of oxygen before letting her breathe again.

He whispered all night, teaching his wife, his vampire wife, how to behave. He taught with pain, fear, and terror, keeping her drugged, helpless, in pain, and weakening her mercilessly all the while.

I woke up in pain. I didn't understand at first what was going on until the stabbing continued for a while. Salvatore's raspy voice explained the actions and the consequences. When you're with strangers. He stabbed all fucking night.

I was really drugged, and the searing agony that struck my liver or punctured my lungs hit my heart so badly I felt an arrhythmia and chest pain that almost rendered me unconscious. I could feel him slicing under my ribs with a blade grazing my ribs. The pain made tears run from my eyes, and then, when he poked the tip so hard, my lungs collapsed, and my breathing got really bad.

He could cover my mouth and nose I panicked, struggled, the stabbings continued but I couldn't breathe, not until the blackness threatened to knock me unconscious again then I could breathe but he made me lean on my forward stance, plunged the knife through my back into my heart, twisted some more. He quickly and mercilessly stabbed it into my kidneys or liver from the back. Sometimes, he'd lift me up so he could hit me really hard and twist the wound really hard.

Sometimes, I was again in some forest where there was fear and terror; I was trembling, and I was sweating. The drug he had sedated me with made me very slow, and I couldn't really stand up for myself. Then, it was morning at last, and my mind started to clear a bit.

I hadn't recovered for several hours, and I was cut up front and back. I was very low on blood, tired, and in a lot of pain when Damon told me how the knife was wound with platinum and it was flaking inside me. Damon put me down on the towels and slit his wrists. He drained his blood into a mug and drew it from there into a syringe.

He squirted just enough of the blood to make my skin close up. He dripped a drop of blood into each wound after first pulling the skin together. He didn't want me to heal more than superficially. I was just wondering what I was going to be able to do today. I was so close to passing out from the blood loss and pain that I knew today was going to be a difficult day. I knew that I hadn't even healed from the deep yet.

When I was no longer bleeding but so fucking raw all over and broken inside, he came and sat next to me and looked me hard in the eye, and said, "You will not mention this to anyone. If anyone asks, we slept well."

He just compelled me. Fine, then don't tell anyone. My body was one big bruise and Damon put on his clothes after he had showered. I didn't shower. I picked out my own clothes and then went downstairs to get something to eat or drink because I knew calories were being burned and I was definitely not in top shape.

We went to breakfast, and I ate what I could. Because I was still broken inside. Damon didn't even give me as much food as usual, and Adam and Samuel had almost finished eating by the time we got there, so they weren't paying any attention, either. Damon gave me a fruit smoothie, some Coca-Cola, and not nearly enough coffee.

He did eat well and drink enough, didn't talk to me at all, chatted with Adam and Samuel about the day's projects, and kind of hinted that I was still pissed off about the whole farm visit and needed to be left alone. 

After the morning snack, Damon again went to set up the castle, but first, he made me drink his own blood. I could feel most of the blood actually going to heal the injuries, and it didn't really quench the bloodlust. I had been bleeding for 12 hours like a stuck pig, so I had a bloodlust, but it didn't go away as my internal organs needed healing. He gave me a wrist to drink from. I drank then as I took a sharp knife and sliced his wrist wide open so I could drink.

As he went about his business, I decided to start the next project that had been simmering in my mind for some time. I wanted an Aquarium. I had once had an aquarium a long time ago as a human being, and they were lovely. Now I had money. Luckily, I had a well-protected account, so I could order what I wanted.

Even if Adam was looking at the cards, I didn't know where the money went, whether he had a new account, or if it was just the pack money, and I didn't care. What I had learned was that I was getting money, and fast. I had a global organization, and with that, I was able to get a pretty good pile of money quickly.

So, the aquarium project took off. I started researching them online and ordering because Mimosa was totally into it. She started researching my memories of the aquarium and all the fish. She fell in love with the project so much that she jumped out of me through my eyes.

So I was looking up and looking at the floor, and all of a sudden, there was a pressure in my head, and I felt something come out through my eyes; it was magic, and I was stunned.

Mimosa said, "I can always do this for a couple of hours now, but I get stronger every time. My time gets longer. And one day, if you want, you can set me free. We are now completely our own beings, sharing only a body. Don't worry, you're still a werewolf. Now your wolf's form is what you decide if I'm not inside you. But let's not share this with the men just yet. "

No, indeed. Not for a million years, at least not for a stabber. I thought sarcastically that I was just a little, just a little, pissed off at Damon. When he still wasn't in a good mood. Damon would come over every couple of hours, glue me to the wall tightly, and kiss me lazily.

But that's as far as it went. He'd press on my liver and look for any sore spots. And he found them when they were still all over the place. He looked at me challengingly and waited for me to say something.

I looked at Damon and said, " Do you have a problem with me? "

He smiled and lazily walked away without answering the question. I wasn't really into kissing either; I was too sore, and knowing what they were for, they didn't do what they could have done.

Every night, I was stabbed so much that I was absolutely horribly hurt until the next day. He was cold and distant but not, didn't choose clothes, and didn't even give me food. Every morning, the wounds healed just enough to keep my skin intact.

But I was a mush inside. Horror and fear messed with my mind, and I was forced not to tell anyone. Every day he came almost every hour to wrap and be supposedly friendly if there were others watching but in reality caused so much pain by pressing on my stomach and liver that I would always almost faint.

If there were no witnesses, he would just glue me to the wall, press, squeeze and whisper in my ear, causing fear and terror at the same time. Every night, he had covered the fucking dagger over and over again. Now, he also slit my throat. My bloodlust was pretty fucking intense, but I controlled myself. After five days, I was black all over.

 Now, I wasn't even allowed to drink from him when I didn't have to. I just don't fucking heal. I got a lot of reminders in my head that if I stray again one day, I'll know what's coming. That was a promise—a promise I didn't need.

Then, a week later, in the morning, when he had just healed my wound again, he said, "Now, if you remember this week, the next time you feel like a stranger. Don't worry, my darling. This is your last lesson for now. Before you, naughty girl, do something else just as naughty."

I sighed inwardly with relief. I swallowed my fucking breath and said, "I have an aquarium delivery coming today; excuse me if I'm not available for next week. I'm feeling refreshed, and I think I'll be doing quite a lot of things on my own now."

I was fucked up as effectively as I could be. I lied pretty straightforwardly when I was really sore, but I'd done a few little things to get me through the week, first things first. Mirella had woken up for a while and taught me how to remove metals in small amounts.

I made them out of my fangs. My dental work now had glitter in it. I had done a healing booster. Well, it helped Mimosa when Mimosa was damaged, but it didn't help me; then, I did a substance that I had enough blood after bleeding internally most of the day. Then, I did a couple of painkillers.

Samuel had gone to the clinics after a couple of days, always for the day, and Damon had watched me the whole time, so I couldn't think of any excuse or workaround to express the issue to Adam.

 The aquariums came, and I started to put them in order with Mimosa. Mimosa said they were lovely. I hadn't gotten the fish yet as I was getting the tanks ready first. Then, the fish would go straight into the water when the aquarium was done. I poured big bags of sand into the aquariums.

I didn't tell anyone what was involved in setting up the aquarium. This was my project, and what always made me most angry was when no one remembered my rage, but of course, this then improved my rage management as I couldn't do anything about it. During that week, I couldn't go to the gym as I was too unwell. And now the aquariums came, and I concentrated on them.

The men were pretty much sitting outside with a beer mug in their hands, talking about whatever. Fine didn't bother me at all. With my rage, I still had to deal with and now Salvatore didn't come to torture me at all. No amends, no chance to move on. I didn't even pay any attention to the men, and one morning, all I noticed was that there was a phone and wallet on the nightstand.

Adam and Samuel had left at the same time. They had left a note saying they were going to America. Bran called. I was wondering if the next batch of breeding was going to be there, and the next time I'm not going to be involved.

Same again. I guess we're not supposed to do anything nice with Damon. All I had to do was get myself a week's torture session, and just when I was starting to feel okay after five days, of course, the gentleman had to go somewhere.

I'm not supposed to feel wanted, wonderfully loved, I'm just supposed to be in control, not fucking anyone but Damon, and that could be over two years apart if it hurt. I'm gonna have to start being a nun. My rage had now grown to new dimensions, and it made my temper more flaring than Adam and Damon's together, but I never revealed it during their time.


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