We arrived at the house and Charles came and grabbed me by the arm and started leading me towards Bran's office he said "If it was up to honey you wouldn't be going on any of the gigs by yourself you'd be stuck with us all the time. That belt system you see but Da wants to give you your independence and that's why he gets to decide the consequences, to shut the fuck up and take what's coming. Don't worry the three of us will be there and I don't think there's going to be any gelling and symptoms now, I really don't. When you suffer and you become a victim and the original lesson disappears then let's see if Bran has developed a consequence that you fucking at least learn from."

We went into Bran's office and Adam and Damon were already there and the wet dog smelled I knew that whatever was going to happen I was the one who wasn't going to be fully recovered after this and probably go to medbay, but that's what they all seemed to want. Fucking Salvatore for setting that trap for me, well maybe next time I'll learn something and not go along with the manipulations, I was pissed off and harsh.

Charles was now holding my hands behind my back with one hand and the other holding me against him from my waist, I smelled the burning wood and realized it was Charles' vampire side sometimes Damon smells when he's in a good mood and wants blood so on the burning wood but then again on the ashtray, I didn't know what the smell of fire was in me when I got the bloodlust but it seemed to be common to all vampires.

Adam said "You'd think you'd start learning about teamwork and pack work, but no. When Mimi you hold that grudge between you and Sark as some sort of bilateral war between you but you don't think we all have something to get back at Sark, you wouldn't have any privilege but it would be a pack thing and you don't seem to be willing to share your prey with the pack, well you need to learn the lesson of humility and that not everything goes the way you have planned"

Bran said "Little girl. As you can see, none of us are happy or satisfied with how that turned out, but you underestimated your victim and let the Sark stay awake. Now he probably has a spare body, stashed ever so close by and he got a chance to see where he is. You didn't make him harmless, next time the little girl won't come because then it will be a trap, but Adam is right and you need to learn to humility.

You are way too confident and on top of that you have a rage management problem, Charles, Adam, and Damon have now told me about your rage and I am finally starting to take it with the seriousness it should be, so these three are going to teach you that bitter nasty lesson in humility, beating you up in the gym for days on end.

Damon will soon take you to the gym and you'll start fighting, then when you've got your anger out, Adam and Charles will come, and you'll fight on the four of you every day for as long as Damon decides, spending nights and the rest of the time in a cage, seeing how long it takes before you learn your lesson, then when the lesson is over, Adam and Charles will leave for the gigs, and Damon too. Let's see if it helps the lesson go any better if someone isn't there to take care of you right away," I thought, fine.

So these three will beat me up in the gym as long as Salvatore is happy and then Mr. supposedly leaves for the gig yes and I'll be left alone so I guess the whey will take me to the shed when suitably prepped. Then they'll see how the gentleman manipulates another fucking shed session for himself. Charles let go of me as Damon stood up and took me in his arms. And we went to the gym.

There Damon pressed me against the wall holding my wrists together and looked deep into my eyes and said " We're just going to fight, that's all, everything's going to be fine you're not going to say anything to Adam, Charles, or Bran, not to anyone you understand "

I felt his compulsion come over me and said "I understand. Not to anyone" Then he was satisfied and I felt him stick some kind of gun straight into my heart and it had a needle in it I felt the substance or whatever he was pouring into my heart spread all over my body in time with my heartbeat.

He said "Metals, again in a new more absorbable form, and baby, there are many different kinds, but not beryllium because I want to enjoy, oh I'm going to have a long enjoyment, but now baby, take your rage out and show me what you think of that trick"

As soon as he unleashed me, I attacked hard I let my rage be right on display and I knew that was the only way to survive this as long as possible we started fighting and I hadn't even registered at which point I had three opponents and none had any mercy or controlled their strength all had rage on display and I was the object of the unloading.

Damon was enjoying, he always took a back seat and let Charles and Adam beat me, break me, until my healing began to fade every day we fought until I was no longer healing, and then even a little after that the lesson of humility, best learned by lying on the gym floor and letting your three husbands kick and beat you to a pulp I was broken, I had broken bones, internal bleeding, organs broken.

In Bran's study before we left Damon had very theatrically demonstrated how he blocked my replication enzyme and my hibernation for six months, this would take time and I wasn't at all sure how well I would heal by the next day. Charles kicked me in the side one last time so I could clearly hear my ribs breaking, then he and Adam went to shower and Damon came to me picked me up, and carried me to the basement where there was a cage. He lowered me to the bottom of the cage and put me in the spiked cages there and started to jelly me up.

He opened up my bruised stomach and hung an 8-liter bag of that damn orange jelly and made an incision in the middle of my stomach, slipped a tube in and opened the jelly bag, and started massaging and spreading. The jelly began to be absorbed quickly as a result of the determined rubbing and manipulation and after ten minutes Damon let the jelly drain out but unchained me and said

"Now you are wonderfully helpless and I will continue to jelly you and enhance the effect, baby look there are so many hours in a day this is a special jelly, there is normal sedation here as you have noticed but also muscle relaxant so this will sink in so well and hormone blocker, when this thing is over your hormones will be so low you won't want to fuck with those two either, but the hormone blockade is long-lasting and will last until the time comes, I'm not going to a gig, no, we're going to spend some quality time together again and now my pleasure is unhindered.

My pleasure of having beaten myself once again, I don't need this from myself but I'll take my pleasure with you all the way, oh baby, Adam and Charles can weaken and take out your rage, they can hurt you too so I can enjoy myself and after that, I'm not going to stick around to fix you. I've learned that I need to find something to do after the shed session and away from you, so the need to fix doesn't come on nearly as strong."

He had finally got the whole eight liters of jelly inside me and rubbed my stomach so hard and so long that it wasn't even bulging he sat down next to the cage and watched me, I couldn't move, I was hurting and drugged.

Damon said " Look I don't actually know what metals are in that gun, it's another flea find. It's a shame Jake died but there are some nice guys out there, especially at European fleas, you can always go with them when you have a nice gig coming up, you can get so damn much stuff and drugs there. Those warehouses are so big, no one even pays attention to me, and no one has to inventory everything right away oh baby, I'm waiting to see what kind of blocking system you come up with and then one day when I'm in a good mood, or my boring side is on display and I need something from a flea market warehouse, I can't get there because that's the way I've done it. It's nice to sabotage yourself.

I suppose it's a form of self-control to stop yourself from doing everything you don't always want to do." ' Damon would tap me every now and then, make sure my bones were about right and that I was gelled up enough. Then he stood up and said "Now baby we have to go talk to Adam and Charles again and help their rage stay on. Oh that I can tell them everything that could have happened and believe me tomorrow when we fight again the boys will be so tuned up that this will be such a fucking perfect time you won't believe it. " Then he left.

There was a blanket in the cage that I managed to pull over me and a bottle of coke, but I wasn't going to drink any of it until I recovered a little. I lay in the cage under the blanket unable to think about anything other than how fucking helpless I was, how I couldn't stop anything from happening. T

hen apparently the jelly started to wear off when I could get up, the cage was big enough to move around in and stand on. My bones had healed but for how many days? What condition would I be in if that one nutter took me to a shed and then if he could actually do that to prevent his nursing bed then I'd be fucked. That pleasure had now been revealed and Damon was starting to enjoy it more and more. Luckily I hadn't been given any kind of future prospects because at the moment they would have pissed me off too much when I'd pretty much known they were going to happen.

Then Damon came back and said " Morning baby, are we ready for another day and another fight" .. he came over to the cage and grabbed me again, and shot another bunch of metals into my heart it was some kind of implant gun, except that shot always takes a moment to make sure all the shit was inside me and then to fight. And the same thing. Adam and Charles were all tuned up and spared no effort to speed up or brutality.

I was always in a shit heap again after a session and they just coldly walked to the shower. Damon had kicked me in the neck a couple of times so I didn't make a sound. And no, the cage and jelly now had 10 liters, a couple more liters because I had obviously recovered so well the day before. But I was hoping that if he gelled all the time I would at some fucking point develop a resistance to the fucking jelly. But no.

I was beaten for three weeks, three weeks, then I didn't heal enough to fight and my rage was pretty much gone Adam and Charles looked at me emotionlessly, and then I realized that Damon had turned off the switch on them too. Oh fuck Damon took me into the cage and said "We'll be off soon baby, just let me get you ready for a little session first, the boys have some demanding gigs coming up and as you can see they don't care, I put them in the right frame of mind so to speak but now I've jellied you up with a tranquilizer jelly with lots of my blood so you're almost completely healed but your strength is gone, you've lost weight, your rage is gone. I'm going to get you physically fit enough for a good brisk treatment. And then I get to enjoy myself. "

He started to jelly me, now with dark red jelly and I did start to fall into a disgusting state of sedation again but at the same time I could feel how it was healing some of my injuries at least and he was rubbing and feeling. I was completely medicated because there had been a lot of sedatives and muscle relaxants involved. When he was satisfied that the jelly was full enough to cover the skin, he squatted down and brushed my hair from my forehead again in a way that sent a chill down my spine

He said, "Well you'll heal with my blood, but when you are what you are, then one day, baby, my blood won't work and oh my good side will be in knots again and I'll be in control again so much better you won't believe it".

He stroked me for a while and said "I think you're getting pretty well healed, but we've got a drive so I'm going to put a little backup on you again" He had me stripped naked and got another bag of tubes where he took some kind of suit he put it next to me and said "This is the latest in smart technology this suit, well it's designed for paralysed people so it helps them to move it's got electric sensors that tell the muscles to move, but I've modified this suit so that I control all your muscles, everything you can't move a muscle in this suit because I've programmed it to take control of your muscles and ask me what do we do next? You feel this, baby?"

He lifted me up on the suit and I felt thousands of tiny needles pierce my skin and go into my muscles. The suit was first put on from the feet up. Its inner surface was full of thin needles and Damon resolutely pressed them into my muscles and said "Look, the paraplegic doesn't feel anything, that's why these needles. It doesn't hurt them, it just helps them walk, but you, my love, you feel it" And he was fucking pleased about it.

As he put the suit on me he pressed a remote control and I felt an electric current take control of every muscle in my body. He picked me up in his arms and carried me into the car, he put me in the back seat with the seat belts and said "We have a pretty good drive ahead of us and then a flight, but don't worry, you'll get some rest, I won't let you be conscious all the time, you're still sedated enough to be harmless but I'll be watching you all the time baby, don't doubt it. "

He drove for hours and I tried to look at the scenery, but the windows of the car were very dark and he had somehow darkened them so I couldn't see through then he kept adding more and more electricity to the suit that I started to hurt more and more I soon couldn't concentrate as I closed my eyes and tried to escape the pain.

Damon said from the front seat as he stopped the car "Oh baby, we're already at the airport. Good, we're on our way. On the plane, you get some rest, at least some of it. I might start a little pre-treatment while I'm there but don't worry, this is enjoyable " He carried me onto the plane and there was a stretcher with spiked shackles.

He put me in the spiked grips and then started to take the suit off me, always securing the limb he was taking off and eventually, I was on several places on my legs and arms. There was a belt across my hips as well as a belt under my breasts and my head was also tied in place. He sat on the bench and I knew the plane was already in the air. Then he went to the bag and took several bags of IV fluids and started hanging them on hooks in the ceiling of the plane.

He said "Yes I've got you baby and I've got you completely under control" He cannulated me and dripped the first bag at full speed. At the same time, he took some kind of grease and started to brush it on my skin, I felt my skin start to itch and tingle, then came the burn this was some kind of herbal stuff and it felt pretty fucking nasty as he had brushed both my legs with it. I was breathing harder and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead

Then he took over and started putting the clingfilm on my feet so that the grease or whatever herbal paste was right, tightly in contact with the skin of my feet and the heat of my skin seemed to intensify the burn even more. Then he came up to me and said " Don't your feet already feel like they've been, how shall I put it, treated? Don't worry baby, when all those drugs have worn off you'll be so out of it that you won't be able to tell where it hurts the most anymore then at that point you won't believe the feeling of power it gives when I make you lose consciousness of the pain, it's such a good reward you won't believe it. "

At that point, I decided that I would try to stay awake and not give him all the pleasure of passing out from the fucking pain. Let's be strong strong invincible fleas then, I'm fine with that, I have no problem with it.

Nothing then, next Damon started to install electrodes in my stomach and ribs, they went from my hips all the way up to my neck, as far back as he could reach, and said "This is a different kind of electric current now, this is quite random and not so controlled as in that suit here is such a random order that as soon as I put this on so the electricity can come to one or eleven buttons at the same time and it then varies in power and intensity that someone may cause injury, let's see if you can stay awake, as you probably already know the first effects of my drugs. That's why it was important to do the rage discharge because then it's so much easier to medicate you "

I could feel the sedative in my head but it was still mild. Damon changed the next bag to drip full it was a pale blue, he put my hands in some sleeves and said "Don't worry baby, they won't crush you yet, they're working your muscles, they're a bit like an over-enthusiastic massager, just the muscles are getting a kick now, it's not the bones yet, it's the shed, baby"

Then he put it all on. My legs were already on fire from the herb mixture and the electricity that started randomly pounding my body had me about paralyzed with pain, the sleeves started to tear and mash my muscles mercilessly and I knew that all this stress was again eating away at my resources as much as possible.

He kept changing the bag, sitting next to me and stroking, wiping the sweat from my forehead every now and then, and sitting and enjoying. I don't know how long the flight was, but the pain just got worse and I tried to stay conscious the whole time even though I knew that if I gave in a little I'd pass out pretty soon, but I didn't want to give Damon any more reason to be satisfied. I decided at that point to fight every fucking time with everything I had. Everything.

Then I felt him start to take the tape off my legs and wipe them off. He was very pleased when I cried out in pain. And only then did he turn off the electricity. I had smelled my own burning flesh for a long time I knew it when some of the electrodes hit so hard I was burned. He ripped the electrodes from my skin and I held on conscious. I wasn't quite sure where I was and why I was hurting so badly but I knew, I just knew that I was fully conscious. He finally removed the goddamn sleeves that had bruised my arms beyond use and when I looked to my side I saw my arms were black and bruised.

He said as he wrapped me in a blanket "Oh Mimi, you are so much more resilient after that bunker session. Wasn't it fun to see how much it actually made you stronger? You'll find over the years, my dear, as I strengthen you, that this is a benefit job."