章節 125: 5. Don't You Know
I had only been in this house for a few days, my darkness not yet finding its hiding place, although I had no desire to do so. In my cellar, I had set up a strong cage, housing several of the most powerful demon kings I had located using my radar. The radar had been pushed to its limits, as I tirelessly searched for the strongest among them. Feasting on their blood multiple times a day, my vampire side grew impossibly strong, enhancing my abilities beyond measure.
Suddenly, a silky voice belonging to Salvatore, resonated deep within my mind, causing me to swear out loud. "Baby, come to Manchester Manor. We shall live there, and your lessons will continue. Oh, please, let me come and get you."
Fine, I could do this. With focused determination, I utilized my abilities, willpower, and the darkness within me to conceal my true nature. It wasn't suppressed entirely, but it appeared as such. Living within a pack wouldn't be a problem. I could easily teleport there and indulge in a feast without any issues.
In an instant, I teleported into the grand manor, where Damon and the entire pack awaited. Despite my blonde hair and slightly slender frame, cleverly chosen to clothe concealed my appearance and masked my powers. My pretender power, combined with my camo power, made me appear healthier than I truly was. It was all part of my disguise.
Damon's gaze met mine, cold and unwelcoming, while Mariella, as usual, clung to him, feasting upon his neck and ear. A sentence lingered on the tip of my tongue, but I resisted the urge to utter it aloud. I couldn't help but wonder if they had a fetish for an audience when fucking. Did they really want me to see them start to fuck like rabbits? Why was I needed here to witness this?
Damon's voice dripped with arrogance, his tone reminiscent of a vampire lord. "Mimi, your aliases have been exposed. Every house, island, and bank vault now belongs to our pack, not just you. The witches from the magic house will thoroughly clean and search through them."
My expression remained neutral, though inside, a wave of fear washed over me. I had taken precautions before, knowing that I could be kidnapped and violated. I had seen this coming and I need to tell these idiots a few things at first.
Retrieving a crumpled paper from my bag, I descended the stairs and spoke with determination, "This is a contract, Damon. It establishes your role as pack leader and guarantees my place within this pack for ten years. If you refuse to sign, my organization, of which I am still the leader, will ensure my safety. These houses, my safehouses, were kept hidden for a reason - to provide a refuge in case you, Damon, decide to harm me. Or someone else will take me, snatch me, like Sark? Remember the countless times I was imprisoned, including that horrific incident in Austria? I need a place to go if I ever find myself in a facility, overwhelmed by rage, ready to kill. These houses are not your personal pleasure dens; they are my sanctuaries, my lifelines. Wulfe has used some pretty powerful techniques to get this in my mind. Deep in my mind, so in my enraged state, I have a set of instructions branded in my mind."
Damon looked surprised, while Mariella exuded guilt.
Undeterred, I continued, "I can't trust that Sark or anyone else won't come after me. And if they do, let's just say that if Mariella allows her witches to live in those houses, I will eliminate them all without hesitation. In that state, I don't distinguish between friend and foe, and I have my ways of dealing with such situations. I know Mariella lets witches live in my houses; I've witnessed their presence and their lack of cleanliness."
Mariella's guilt deepened, Damon grew more irritated, and my foursome, including Lepard, seethed with anger, not towards me, but towards Mariella.
I maintained my composure and locked eyes with Damon. "So, Damon, what's your decision? What have you learned from this? Let's get this over with, so you can continue your association with Mariella. But don't expect any affection from me. All I've received from you is vinegar; there's no honey left for me to offer. You should really study things before you act but that is not you, is it now? To actually think things through before acting. Let this be yet another lesson for you."
Damon fell silent.
He just looked at me, took the first regulator in his pocket, hit electricity on, and then pressed the flank organ remote so my legs started to give away.
Then he lifted me in his arms and said, "Now, you will be a week in withdrawal, and baby, they will never ease. You'll never get out of this, but I control your addiction and can turn off the withdrawal symptoms. I can decide that they don't exist even if you don't get my pheromones, but the actions and the consequences. "
He carried me to the cellar. My darkness stayed hidden, my rage was it's in well but it was not just one well. My emotions had made again a big batch of new rages. The cellar was cool, and he had taken my outer clothes from me. My camo power stayed on. He had no idea. I would keep my secret and not tell anyone what I went through for over three weeks.
There was not too big a cage in the cellar, there was no light in there. He pressed the remote control until my head was cloudy and carried me into the cage. The cage was reinforced with magic.
He looked at me coldly and said, " Then, in a week, we will carve our symbols into the add-ons. I will take the power again, and now, we will get to the heat. Maybe, not sure yet, but you will learn your lesson."
Then he left, and the thick iron door closed with a final resounding bang. He did not sign that contract. I knew that this would not be going as he had planned. He did not know about pheromone addiction and it would be time for him to learn and show the entire pack of what he had just done to me.
Then it started. I was shaking and aching; the pain seemed to tear me apart as cramps hit my muscles repeatedly. I kept vomiting and feeling hot and cold. I knew that, actually; I was about 20 kilos lighter than I had made myself to be. I would need some decent feeding caffeine, and rest, but no, I am not going to tell them. Not give my power away. I had a vague need for something, but wasn't always thinking about pheromones.
I was just in a very terrible state, and nothing seemed to help. I always had electricity in my collar so that I couldn't get my rage out. I was confused and dizzy at times, but not sure what. It felt part at times like flanks, so my guess was that he had put that flank organ to seep the whole time. Keeping my state as awful as possible. My darkness waited. It was hiding. It was growing and now I did not want to control it, not at all. It was just that in this stage I should have been wiser, not given in darkness within, but they say hindsight is always 20-20.
Familiar cramps started at some point, but now I used my willpower to put it on pause. I would have this damn abortion after this week, in my own peace. I was not compatible with having cubs with werewolves, so this was again one of my smelly abortions. I was not wise, not at all.
My stubborn sense of I am not sure what, need to be strong, or reckless need of showing to Damon that he is an ignorant shithead, made do stupid things. If I had a lick of sense in my mind, I would have said something to someone and more so let that abortion come out, not let that stew inside me for days. Like I said, not wise.
I had no sense of time, no idea what was happening, and was just suffering. At one point, I wasn't sure if Damon was watching me, but I didn't understand. I kept it all inside me, feeling myself weakening, but not letting anything show outside, not at all. Keeping my camo power on, making myself again look better than I was. There was just a whole time of suffering. I didn't know what shape I would be in after this, but I knew there was no point in exploding. Damon's just teaching me what a great new weakness I have.
He would not be able to give me euphoria, it was reserved for Mariella. it was just as it was but it would be time for him to learn it. Adam and Charles knew this. We had studied pheromone addiction a lot when I had gotten myself hooked on theirs. It was not so simple as damon assumed, not at all. And now it was way too late. The damage had been already done.
He'd teach me a strength someday, but I'll just be resilient and keep going. I have to suffer because this is it. Permanent and dependent on the mood of the Lord. I lay in a cage. The suffering was no longer manageable. I could feel the infection getting a better grip on me. The pain hadn't diminished at all, and the electricity was on all the time.
Flank organ seeped mercilessly, keeping me sedated, in panic, hating my state, letting me feel this misery fully. He had left me in the state that I despised most of all, making my panic over medical procedures even worse. I was just getting tired as I was not yet in top condition, and it was really hard work. Kept myself so damn bundled up and I know I would pretty damn volatile state after this and it would take time and a lot of it for me to get a grip, but I really did not want to put my darkness away.
The door opened, and Damon number five walked in.
He looked at me and said, "Well, it's been a week. Let's get on with it then. Number one stopped the withdrawal, and he is busy with mariella."
He opened the cage door. I just lay on the floor as he picked me up and cursed. "How come you're so fucking light again? I saw you were in okay shape."
I didn't dare repeat myself when I was me. Unique, and I never work the same way as everyone else. Never. Damon carried me to bed and said, " First things first. I'm going to wash you, and then you can enjoy yourself. Then everything will be fine again."
I was so damn tired. I couldn't think when Damon undressed me, carried me to the bath, and started washing me. I kept my powers on. It was soon time to let my darkness out, my vampire side out, and my rage, so nothing would feel, and then have this damn abortion.
He said, " You being you, baby, number one can't seem to expect everything, but now we know this too. You'll get better, we will feed you. There's nothing to be afraid of, baby. It will be alright."
My head was a still kind of messed up, and I was trying to make sense of it all. Damon number five got me cleaned up, and I was feeling pretty fucking much more comfortable. He picked me up from the bath, dried me off, put a nightgown on me, and carried me to bed. Then he just walked away.
Charles was furious. He could feel her, and this would not be easy. He wanted to go and yell at Damon, force him to realize what he did to Mimi, but he controlled himself. Lessons of consequence would come later. What had gotten him furious was just Wulfe's phone call.
Wulfe had gone on one mission: it had been supposed to be a castle full of those vampire bitches, but it had been a slaughterhouse. There were dead bodies, ripped apart, and piles of ashes, girls tied in racks, naked, killed. Wulfe had smelled Mimi and Bran there. Samuel had been informed, and he had gone to care for Bran. This was a week ago.
Bran's vampire side was hurt, but it was getting stronger and he had told that he and Mimi had been imprisoned there for at least three weeks. Mimi had been raped, by alphas, and vampire bitches had used him as a sex toy and blood bag. Mimi had been drugged, restrained to that rack, and raped for hours, in wolf form and men as well.
It had been a little less than two weeks since they had escaped. Mimi had unleashed her inner darkness and drained those vampire bitches while Bran had mauled those alphas. and girls. Mimi had been scary. Wulfe cursed long and hard. He would have his work cut out for him. And when Charles told him about Damon making Mimi into a pheromone addict, putting an electric shock collar and bracelets on her, his cursing got worse. And now this week with withdrawal. Charles could sense Mimi being a terrible place and he suspected Mariella had told damon some facts and those two were fucking like usual, not trying to fix what they broke.
Wulfe said, "I will come there, and you better make sure that this time Salvatore stays away from me or you have a tick to care for. "
He was furious. His unicorn had been abused and also by her own pack. This would take time. And a lot of stubbornness to get that creature from that darkness. This would be a challenge even for him, the very old and most powerful vampire of all.
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