The rest of the day went okay, the men put some rooms up and toured the castle or ordered facilities 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 looked at me for a couple of turns to the effect that I was not going to utter any of my sentences now even though I might have. When evening came I thought about going to one of the bedrooms to sleep but Damon came and took me by the hand and led me upstairs to a really great big bedroom but this was not the master bedroom. That much I knew. 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 off me. "I'm going to go to bed now baby, I don't know when the last time you got a good night's sleep was. " Damon pulled me against him and I quickly fell asleep in the familiar safety.
After Mimi had fallen asleep, Damon reached over from the nightstand and grabbed the syringe. 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 anesthesia but it had a sedative effect that would last for hours. Damon got a big pile of towels and took them into his arms. He lifted Mimi onto his back. Then he took a silver dagger from a drawer in the nightstand and began stabbing her in the stomach and chest. Everywhere. He held her hands in his embrace and the pleasure grew as she began to come to. He whispered in Mimi's ear "This is a Darling consequence of making out with strangers. Actions and consequences, darlin. I can teach." He stabbed her all night long. After 4 hours Mimi's healing began to slow and Damon plunged the knife into the deep and twisted it with pleasure each time before pulling out. He sliced under the ribs, all the way down the ribs, several times. He stabbed into the heart, twisting the dagger there too. He concentrated on the liver, jabbing the dagger into it and slicing, bruising it. The dagger was silver platinum and from the way Mimi was shaking and sweating, it was hurting really bad.
I woke up in pain. I didn't know what was going on at first, but the stabbing continued for a while. Salvatore's husky voice explained the actions and the consequences. When you're with strangers. He stabbed me the whole fucking night and decided to destroy my liver. Sometimes he'd lift me up so he could hit me really hard and twist the knife in the wound. I was shaking and sweating. The drug he had drugged me with made me sluggish and I couldn't really defend myself. When it was morning. I hadn't recovered for several hours and I was stabbed in the front and back. Damon laid 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 cover my skin. I knew I wasn't even healed yet. When I was no longer bleeding but was so fucking touchy all over, he came and sat down next to me and looked me hard in the eye and said " You're not to mention this to anyone. If anyone asks, we slept well." He just compelled me. Fine then don't tell anyone.
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 when we first arrived so they didn't pay any attention either. After the morning snack, Damon again went to set up the castle but first, he made me drink his blood. I could feel most of the blood actually going to heal the injuries and it didn't really quench the thirst for blood. I wanted an aquarium. I started researching them online and ordering because my Mimosa was totally into it. So much so that she jumped out of me through her eyes. I was stunned. Mimosa said "I can 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 release me. Don't worry you are still a werewolf, now your wolf forms are what you decide if I am not inside you. But let's not share this with the men just yet. " No way. Not for a million years, at least not to a stabber. Damon always came every couple of hours glued me to the wall tightly and kissed me lazily. But that's as far as it went. He'd press on my liver and look for any more sore spots. Everywhere. He looked at me defiantly, waiting for me to say something. I looked at Damon and said " Do you have a problem with me? " he smiled and lazily walked away.
Every night I was stabbed so much that I was absolutely raging with pain until the next day. Every morning the wounds were just healed and I was compelled not to tell anyone. And every day he came almost every hour to wrap me up and be supposedly friendly but in reality, caused so much pain by pressing on my stomach and liver that I would always almost pass out. 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 wouldn't fucking get better. I got a lot of reminders in my head that if I wander off 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 don't remember this week the next time you feel like a stranger. Don't worry my darling. This was your last lesson for this batch. Before you are naughty again do something else just as nasty. " I sighed in relief and said "I have an aquarium delivery coming today, excuse me if I'm not available for the next week. I feel refreshed and I think I'll be talking to myself quite a lot now." I was as effectively fucked up as can be.
The aquariums came and I started putting them in order with Mimosa. Mimosa thought 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. The men spent quite a lot of time sitting outside with a beer mug in their hands, talking about whatever they wanted to talk about. Fine didn't bother me at all .now Salvatore didn't come to torture me at all. I didn't even pay any attention to the men and one morning I just noticed that there was a phone and a wallet on the bedside table. Adam and Samuel had left at the same time. Same thing 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 went to America myself, to a mansion in Pennsylvania, and continued my flea organization from there. I heard rumors that Damon had been seen in the Middle East with vampire women but I didn't give a damn. What am I supposed to do with him when he doesn't want to be with me so fine? I'll just go without. I concentrated on the fleas and now I was doing gigs, some of them not always ending so well for everyone but I set up a fund and made donations to it so that anyone who died on the gigs, and their families were looked after and compensated. I hoped that the fund would not have to be used much. Doing the gigs was something new which again gave me a whole new perspective. When we were planning a gig as a group, there could be up to over ten of us, we could go to the bar for a drink, have a joke, talk about anything. The fleas became my friends, my buddies. And a good part of me knew that it would be good to keep my distance and just be the boss, but I didn't want to. Now I wanted connection, companionship, and a sense of belonging. It was all new to me and therefore wonderful.
We started to form a core group, my trusted friends. There were a lot of really lovely people there. We did the gigs, we planned. These were the guys I counted on, not for my life but for my safety, time and time again. I'd never felt such a sense of togetherness, such trust. These guys, when we would be at gigs, these guys would never go off in the middle of fucking or losing you, but when a fart would hit the fan. These guys always finished the job and did their job really well. There were probably less than 40 of them but I had a pack, the most different pack I'd ever experienced. Then again more information came in and I went to investigate myself. I had to go to Africa. I'd never been there before.
I flew to Algeria and started looking for all the information and whatever rumors had been circulating about the various pharmaceutical companies. We had fleas in Africa too so I didn't focus on that at all. I had been going around for 2 weeks when I felt the heat coming on. Oh fuck, where did I get the heat from? I'd been with the fleas for 6 weeks and here for 2 weeks. Well, it had been months since the Delacroix thing and when it was sort of forced so. Well, I called Samuel and the only one close enough was Bran. Fucking right. I called Bran and he was actually irritated but promised to help. I was in Kenya when Bran came there and he always treated the heat a couple of times a day but as I was hormonal and demanding. I had to be stroked and held, caressed. And the treatment had to be gentle too, extremely gentle. Bran was very patient for the whole 5 weeks that I had my heat. Then I went back to America, but I didn't go to the fleas.