章節 407: 6. Just Give Me A Reason.
After a long drive, when I had mulled things over in my mind all the time, I went to the house. It was dark, even though Adam had said he was free and would be there. I had called him and told him about Damon's behavior, and he was furious. He felt very sorry that I had to go through pain, and upon hearing that Damon was behind the whole crisis, Adam showed no genuine surprise. He had promised to come here so we could have a good time and enjoy each other, without heat then.
He had had very passionate and almost brutal plans, but the damn Salvatore had messed all up. Well, that's okay, I thought as I went inside. He must have got stuck in traffic or something. We had never been in a pack in this house. I'd been here, as I'd been in so many houses when I was on gigs and sometimes on a road trip. So this house was a so called virgin house and we could get this way less virgin with Adam when we got on the business. The house would be very well fucked once we would get on with the business.
As I approached the enormous modern house, I was struck by its impressive architecture. The structure was primarily made of steel and glass, which gave it a sleek and futuristic appearance. The house had large, expansive windows that spanned the entire length of the walls, and there was not a single curtain in sight. I decided to lend my decorating skills to make this house a little less cold, and began unpacking my supplies. I had brought along an array of fabrics and iron-on tape to create stylish and refined folds for the curtains. Alternatively, I could have taken precise measurements of the windows and visited a high-end fabric store to have custom curtains made.
I carried my bag into the big, gorgeous bedroom. Another bed we hadn't dedicated. Somewhere in between, we were supposed to do a dedication tour. But then again I remembered Damon's pussy at sea, and then I didn't feel like it, not unless his attitude changed. So I don't understand the man. One minute he's a caring, explanatory, nice guy and then leaves, only to return like a monster. And no smell of wet dog, so Damon himself got fed up with me sometimes.
I thought that was it really my fault. Had I become too much flea and not enough Mimi? If that's so, how I could mend things between us? Was this too late, was there another divorce lurking behind the corner, should I cool it off with Adam and try to be more with Damon, but then again, his wallet and phone in the nightstand so this was not always my fault, and a lot of times, I had been on pack all the time when he had been gone, and parties too, rescue girls.
I went downstairs and turned on the sauna because now I needed a good relaxation; maybe if I felt like that I could try a couple of new crawlers I ordered for myself. I always have to have a backup plan in case I don't get a man. I thought how lovely it would be when I was in the sauna, and then Adam would come and seduce me again.
I was on my way upstairs and was walking toward the hallway when someone slammed me against the wall and glued me in place.
Wet dog. Damien. Fine, let's have it. I am seeking evidence against this one all the time.
I hissed at him. "Hello Damien, I see you have learned a few tricks, like masking your obnoxious smell."
He said, " Yeah baby, I like to make this interesting, so you have no idea if it is me or Damon. Am I different from him, or I am just part of Damon? Now, now you will see and experience what you deserve. How dare you imagine Adam all this time? You belong to me. I will make you see that. "
I snarled at him, "I don't belong sadist like you. I am pretty sure that you are actually not part of Damon, but somehow, you have in his mind. You can manipulate him and give him memories too, so there is a link between you, too. I will find out the truth someday. "
He hissed dangerously, "Well, aren't we feeling wise today? I can guarantee baby that I control Damon. he is my puppet and I decide what happens, I have gotten him to doubt himself. Also, your love took quite a hit. But he just thinks that it is all him. He will not believe whatever you try to show him, considering that I am not part of him. I am inside his mind. I can make him feel like I am part of him. I am corrupting him all the time and soon enough, you will notice my influence on him. "
He turned me around, held me tight against the wall, and clasped my hands behind my back. I tried to mule kick, but he pressed his thigh against me so I had no leverage to move. But he was a good deal taller than me, heavier, and damn strong. I didn't really have much movement or chances to break free. He was so much stronger than I. Well, I'll have to see it at some point.
I felt him put my hands in spiked cuffs behind my back. Then he held me against him, opened one door, and pushed me in ahead of him, still holding me against him. I could kick back, of course, but these were silver rage resetting shackles so I couldn't access my rage, where Damien had found these I didn't know. He acted quickly and threw me on my back on the bed and came to sit on top of me with his legs spread. Pressing me tightly onto the bed.
He reached for something beside the bed and pulled out an oxygen mask, which he put over my face. He secured it tightly, but I wasn't breathing. Then he took a couple of syringes from his breast pocket, ripped open my shirt, and injected two doses into my diaphragm. I felt my diaphragm spasm as I took a breath. Whatever was in that mask was not just oxygen.
Damien sat on me and injected a couple more doses of stimulant into my rib muscles to intensify my breathing. This was not stun gas but some kind of muscle relaxant because I completely lost my strength. He looked satisfied when my struggles ceased fully. Damon sat on top of me for at least six minutes, watching that gas hit me properly, and then released my hands when he stood up.
My hands were limp beside me. I couldn't even move a finger. He stood and watched.
Then he said, " Now you are there at my mercy, totally helpless, and I will get you in shape for the trip and then you will see, wife dear, what wonders I have done to those medical devices? Isn't that breathable muscle relaxant nice? I could keep you breathing in it, but I think you need to calm down a little first. You need to be in the right mood for this. "
He went to the cupboard and got some jelly canisters. Oh fuck, he's going to jelly up again. He came over to me, stripped me naked, and put some kind of sheet or blanket under me. Then he took a briefcase and some kind of metal box from the cupboard.
He opened the metal box and took out some scalpels. Then he opened the briefcase. There was some kind of plate. He left the briefcase open next to me and came and opened my stomach after the book. He cut first the underside of my diaphragm sideways, then the whole of one side open, and finally the cross-section of my hips again. Then he lifted my stomach skin aside as if it were the cover of a book. I could feel every damn slash and his scalpel was cobalt, meaning no healing so fast.
He opened my peritoneum and moved all the organs out of me. He said, "The gas is also blocking the multiple enzymes; don't be afraid of it, but I need to get you to the proper shape and full, and that's why we start from the bottom here. You see, now that I've moved all your organs aside so I can see properly into your retroperitoneal space here, here runs your aorta and the beginning of your vena cava."
I knew humans and my own anatomy well enough, so I was aware. My organs were in pain. I could feel them even though he had lifted them onto the bed. There was a plastic sheet.
He continued his explanation. This was Damien, and his vocal diarrhea hit again. "Now I'm going to put a plate like this right in the back here, and this, baby, this is dried jelly, sedative, of course. I'm going to apply this very carefully all over the place, and you'll feel it soften and expand as I pour a little bit of liquid on it so that it's tight against your aorta and your inferior vena cava and also your kidneys, this is going to go in here surprisingly much. Now I'll just put your organs in place so I can get to gelling your abdominal cavity. As you can see, I've now removed all the excess tissue from here to give maximum space for gelling, and that gas goes into your organs, which is why your intestines were nice and floppy. They'll have their stuff, but I'll put it in later. "
He took a sheet and pressed it into my body cavity, carefully, and then another. I have no idea how many he put in there; I knew that they were in close contact with my major veins and arteries, so they probably absorbed very fast. I've felt the pain of having every organ removed and lifted out of the vessel containing Damon's blood so that the organ survived.
As I said, I feel the pain or ache of my tissue if it is alive, and I can say that the wounds inflicted when Damon removed it affected every organ. And then I could feel him really pressing the jelly all over the back of my abdominal cavity. I could feel the jelly already inside me. I could feel it slowly wetting. Damon was pouring liquid into my abdominal cavity now and then. He had taken all the loose tissue out, and when he put one organ at a time in place, he jelly it up very well.
Slowly, I could feel the first effects of the drug already in my head. Once he had every organ aligned, he poured more of his blood inside me, which seemed to activate the jelly even more. He let my stomach close up for a moment, still holding the mask over my face.
He had given me a few more doses of stimulant, so had been breathing deeply all the time. I felt pretty damn helpless and this obnoxious feeling of this damn orange jelly started really creep up on me. He put the briefcase and box neatly away and looked into my eyes.
Then he said, "I think it's starting to feel already. Don't worry, baby, there's more coming. That won't hold you that long. "
He pulled the tank closer and now opened my abdominal cavity with a small incision below the diaphragm. I could feel the stimulant starting to wear off, but the jelly was starting to come back on. This was so awful again. My muscles were fully paralyzed or not functioning, but they felt everything.
He inserted a tube or catheter, a cannula of some sort, into my abdominal cavity and opened the valve and after a couple of minutes, started to massage as the jelly started to be felt in my stomach. He kept rubbing and spreading the jelly, and it was absorbed relentlessly. My belly was getting more and more full. His hands were relentless, and he looked deep into my eyes, as he enjoyed my helplessness.
Then he took the mask off my face and continued his stroking and pressing, warming the jelly until I could feel the effect, and I was completely sedated. The jelly kept coming inside me, and Damon kept warming and pressing it. The tank was huge. There was a lot of jelly and I could feel it melt under his warm hands, absorbing it mercilessly, making me unable to act, think, or feel anything but helplessness and weakness. I was at his mercy fully.
I was back in the state I hated more than anything. This was absolutely horrible, and I thought there was no chance of escape. Four tanks came into my gut, and my stomach was only slightly distended. I could feel the jelly in my head. At this point, I was so confused that I was not sure who this was. The whole notion of Damien had somehow slipped out of my mind, and all I could see was Damon.
Damon said, "See, that stuff, that sedative, gets absorbed into the tissues and stays there, then gets released into the bloodstream every time you chop it off. I've now saturated your blood with it. It won't draw anymore, but the rest of the drug will go into storage. Isn't it nice to know that you're going to feel that way for a while? Now, I'm not going to put you to sleep for the trip, at least not for the entire trip. Because I want you to know where you're going, how helpless you are. It's part of the lesson. I want you to know that the shed is up ahead. That is where we are going. And you will notice how powerless you are doing anything about anything. fully helpless, at my mercy, and oh, baby, my thrill, my enjoyment, will be grand once again. "
He wrapped me up in a blanket and carried me to the car, where he put me in the trunk wrapped in a blanket.
He said, "Now, you can't move. I have here a few heat packs for you so jelly will absorb fully, and will put another heater on. And I have then transported carcasses in this boot, so this might not be so nice smelling. My little jelly won't put you to sleep but keeps you helpless. And those dead ones that you can smell in here, well, my shed victims, so you might smell some residue of those lovely little shuttles that you will soon experience, baby."
He slammed the booth shut. I was in darkness. I could smell pain, blood, oil. Those shuttles and car rumbled beneath me. He put the car on and drove off. I was in a tight ball, a warm blanket around me, and Damon had put some kind of heater in here so that the jelly would probably stay absorbed. I was confused, not sure where I was, in the shed or somewhere else. I was helpless. Powerless, limp. Afraid or scared even. I didn't sleep because this goddamn sedative drug wouldn't let me fall asleep.
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