I ended up in a house in Ohio, at least there I could be by myself. No one would bother me here and there would certainly be no secret passages. I arrived at the house in the afternoon and watched the whole drive to make sure no one was after me. I had checked my car, from the trunk up, before I left for the drive. I went into the kitchen and started to eat. Damon said in my head "I told you, Mimi, bigger portions, but a naughty wife doesn't want to obey her husband now does she, you'll soon learn. And you will learn." How the hell did she know? Oh, shit. I went through the whole house and drew curtains across every window. I found some random bedroom to go to sleep in. When I woke up in the morning, I found I'd had another night visitor. I was covered in teeth marks. My fingernails had grown so long they went into spirals, my hair was down to my ankles, and I was under some kind of sedative. I was pissed out of my mind. I went to the toilet and found that my piss was bright green, I don't know how he had done it. I got my nails and hair cut. I called the Magnum, who cursed harshly and promised me he would be back the next day because his car had had all the tires slashed, diesel poured into the petrol tank and the car started so that the engine blew. He would not get a rental car after his money was robbed and his credit cards cut in half.

Somebody's been having a fucking ball, I concluded. Fine answering fire with fire. I ordered a heavily reinforced door for one of the bedrooms. There would be no way to break in. Bars for the windows and netting welded into the air vents. what do you say now Salvatore, I thought to myself. The voice in my head was dryly amused "Are you going to live the rest of your life in your little cell, my dear wife, my naughty naughty wife? Don't worry, I'll get you and catch you, no matter what you do." I tried to think, "You talk, I'll do. "

The room was ready. I slept there all night and woke up in the morning without a bite mark. I went for my morning coffee and there was a big vase of jet-black roses on the coffee table. Oh yeah. That's the only way to go hard already. I ate my breakfast and realized something had been added to it because my head was spinning. I got to my room for safety. To bed to sleep with the medicine off. When I woke up, it was 9:00 at night. What a good drug to put me to sleep for 12 hours. Then I noticed an empty syringe on the nightstand. No shit. The door must have been locked. I checked it. The air ducts are fine. Windows okay. How the fuck. I called Magnum and told them the whole thing. Magnum said " He's probably got a key to that door somewhere. I don't really have any other explanation."

The voice in my head said amusedly " You should never underestimate your husband, my naughty wife. After all, I am a vampire and we have the ability to get what we want. Then you will learn." I tried to think rationally but now panic was starting to surface. I felt hunted and watched. I was no longer sleeping. I went from room to room, sniffing every food. Every mouthful. I peeked in windows, and secured doors. Magnum couldn't come when he found a surprise surprise of women. Of course. I even called Adam, who didn't even return my call. I wondered who on earth I was going to contact, considered Reddington but didn't want to involve him in my own problems. Rebecca. Not even though we had talked at the wedding, I don't trust her that way yet.

Then I remembered Samuel's surrogates. This Colin Farrel lookalike who playfully calls himself Colin Farrel, though I think his real name was Calum or something and his surname was Ferrel, not Farrel. But I called Colin and just left a message because he was busy too. I'd now gone four nights without sleep, racing from window to window, nerves in tatters. I was in the upstairs hallway when suddenly an arm wrapped around my body, I felt a prick in my neck and a creepy voice said in my ear "Sleepy time, baby. " Everything went black.

I woke up strapped to something hard, really hard. I opened my eyes and tried to see where I was. It was a wooden building, some kind of big shed or little hut. I was strapped to a steel table with metal shackles around my arms and legs and waist. I was naked. I was cannulated in many places, both arms and I felt a few in my neck, even a hose went into my heart. A voice from somewhere I couldn't see yet said " Good morning, we're about to start. Welcome to the shed. This little session here in the shed will teach you to fear me and respect me. Look at those shelves Mimi, they're full of glass jars of stuff. Dentifrices. Now I've been thinking about what you did and my teeth always produce a substance for you. I don't remember all the effects, not even close, and I don't want to because here's the fun. As you can see. You're ready to receive my dental substances. I've done those couple of deciliter bags I've just poured the whole dose into them, but with such a bad memory I can't actually remember which substance I did more than the dose. Quite a few I think I remember. But when I put everything I make in one of those bags that I drop inside, some substances can be quite effective. Then I'll show you some of my other abilities, too, after you've enjoyed my substances for a while. And some of the stuff I'll give you as injections. What I know is that these substances, 15 of them, affect the muscles, all the muscles from the digestive system to the heart to the diaphragm. But I always give an injection to a muscle and we'll see what the effect is."

Damon took syringes and needles and drew 8 ml from each jar into each syringe. He looked at me and said, " My dose is normally 2-5 ml, I think this 8 ml is very good." He walked out slowly as he explained his plan. He was wearing a white tee shirt and black jeans. He walked over to the drip stands and pulled them closer. I saw a sea of bags. There must have been thirty bags and the hoses were neatly laid out waiting to be connected each time. He started connecting the hoses to my cannulas and then put them on full.

My head started to get fuzzy and cloudy as the 4 bags started to drain. Damon picked up one syringe and came, jabbing it into my left thigh. The cramp that racked my leg was unbearable and I screamed out loud. Damon took a metal syringe and came and stuck the needle in my throat and paralyzed my vocal cords. He jabbed one of the syringes into my heart and it felt like it was going to come out of my chest. My pulse must have been hitting almost 300 and I could feel the drugs he was pouring out of the bags starting to take effect. He always changed a new bag when the last one was gone. He'd jab a syringe into my diaphragm and my diaphragm would spasm badly. My liver felt like it was on fire. My muscles hurt all over. The drugs he dropped started to go to my head and soon I was having trouble separating the truth from this horror I was suffering.

A place of fear and terror. I could feel myself trying to escape the beast but I could smell the wet dog smell getting closer and closer all the time. I was running in the woods and there were passionfruit vines and I could smell them all the time as they tried to block my progress. I tried to get away from that too. I was shaking and scared. I didn't know anymore, even if Damon had spoken, I was so deep in fear and terror. I was hurt, now in my ribs, and the voice told me to pant, not to burst my lungs because my ribs were cracked. Something forced me to take a deep breath every now and then and I felt how I could no longer draw air in as my lungs burst.

Colin had phoned Magnum after getting a message from Mimi. Colin had been surprised because he hadn't had much contact with Mimi. After a couple of Reddington gigs, he might have looked through Mimi if there had been something acute and Samuel hadn't been available. Magnum had phoned Adam and had received a similar reception still, that the Salvatores were settling their differences. Samuel and Bran had been in the same boat. Charles wasn't. He had come to help and they went through the house carefully. They found Damon's footprints, but they ended up being tire tracks. They didn't really know where to look or even what to look for. Charles had searched the CCTV footage where Damon had clearly taken the unconscious Mimi. In one of the recordings, they saw Damon open the trunk and give Mimi an injection.

So Mimi had been kidnapped. The trail ended on the east side of Ohio. This was remote and Damon could be anywhere. But Charles took off like a wolf on the trail. Charles had the advantage of being able to change shape instantly and painlessly. Mimi had been missing for two weeks. Then Charles got a very fleeting scent brought by the wind from somewhere far away. But he knew the direction. Colin and Magnum followed in the car. It took Charles three days to find the source of the smell. There were dirty sheets lying in the woods. There was blood, urine, shit, sweat. All from Mimi. What hit Charles' nose the hardest was the smell of fear trapped in the sheets. Mimi was terrified, wherever she was. The trail continued. Damon had to bring the sheets by himself because there was no sign of a car anywhere. Soon, Charles found the trail. He went to follow. They found a small cabin in the woods, almost like a big shed. Charles cursed.

This was one of Bran's huts, where he turned wolves. He had these cabins a little bit everywhere and Charles and maybe six other men besides Bran knew their locations. Magnum and Colin came onto the scene. Colin had a tranquilizer gun with him, which Salvatore would have used, as it had darts in vervain. Mimi was naked and tied to the table in a state of terror. She didn't know where she was, Charles could see it clearly. Magnum picked up his phone and recorded a moment of Damon talking to Mimi in a steady voice. In between he went over to Mimi and put his arm around her chest and broke a few ribs. He made the drip bags drip. Magnum sent the video to Adam and called 5 minutes later. Adam was shocked. He had no idea it would go that far. Magnum hung up. Colin was ready. He fired a vervain dart and Charles jumped through the window at the same time and pushed Damon to the ground. He took a single bite of Damon's neck and broke it.

I was just in a state of terror and fear and didn't understand these new creatures at all. One was a big dog, really big, but it didn't smell bad. One smelled of clovers and that made me think of a leprechaun. One smelled of gunpowder and sweat and even women. I felt myself being picked up and carried somewhere. I was still scared but the subject of my fear was not here now. I couldn't breathe because my lungs were still punctured. I was tired, but I didn't dare sleep, as fear and terror were waiting just below the surface. I was shaking and I didn't know why. Whether I was cold or afraid, I couldn't decide what was the main cause of my shivering. Someone took hold of me, but gently, and he didn't let go. I felt a prick in my arm and something was burning. Someone rubbed my shoulder. I tried to stay still and not shake so much. I started to feel drowsy and I couldn't feel anything as I blacked out and luckily neither fear nor terror got through.