He dragged me into one of the rooms and tied me to the bed with spiked chains, and started jelling again. "These red tanks are tranquilizers, the white ones are muscle relaxants, the black ones are metals. And the blue ones are a mixture of nerve agents and snake venom." Damon said coldly.
Then he began. First, he shot more sedative implants into my abdominal aorta, which could also suck more medicine from the jelly. He started with his hands. The spiked handcuffs were now attached to the floor, so my arms were straight at my sides.
He lifted my arm over a kind of block and made an incision in my shoulder through which he threaded the cannula all the way up to my wrist, first blowing air and loosening the tissue underneath my skin. He left the cannula attached to my arm.
The air tightened my skin and made it tight. The tank was slightly open, so the air floated under my skin, still stretching it. Damon did the same with the other arm. Soon both my hands felt like my skin was tearing.
He repeated the procedure on both my legs. He did everything slowly and calmly. When he finally got the skin on my other leg to stretch, my arms had swollen considerably as air penetrated under my skin. My skin had stretched considerably.
Damon nodded in satisfaction, turned off the tank, and now connected the cannula to the suction device, which began to suck the air out from under my skin. My skin sagged and sucked in on itself as if I had been drained. I knew he'd just done a good sedative jelly stocking.
By the time he had drained both my legs of air, the implants shot into my abdominal aorta had kept me pretty helpless but their effect was beginning to wear off. Damon pulled the first red tank closer and connected it to the cannula visible on my shoulder, jelly starting to trickle under my skin.
Damon opened the tank to the full and I felt the jelly trickle lower and lower down my wrist. He put the tank in my other hand and poured it down my legs. Then he took the air tank again, this time sliding the cannula around my neck, and started pushing the air under my skin and into my body, inflating me like a balloon.
He took off my skin everywhere, including my back, shoving air inside me for about 12 hours. He rubbed my arms and legs and still didn't activate the sedative, he wanted me to know what was coming.
He spread the jelly all over my limbs until my arms were so heavy I couldn't lift them anymore. He unlocked the shackles and spread the jelly up to my knuckles. My skin seemed to crack with the force of the air and I felt it stretch and stretch.
"See Baby, one of those jellies I gave you from the plane makes your skin very stretchy. that's why I can put a little more stuff on you." Once my limbs were gelled and my skin was really bulging he put the suction back on. My skin was sucked back in.
He put one cannula into my abdominal cavity so that the jelly would hit my peritoneum directly, one cannula went a little deeper between the organs. And then under my skin. He made me stand on a kind of scaffold and tied my arms and legs with several bandages so that I could stand up.
And then he connected the tank. There were also several cannulas on my back. I had at least 3 more tanks drained into my insides. tranquilizers and several tanks of various nerve agents, neurotoxins, hypnotics, and metals.
The substances began to pour in under gravity and I felt my skin begin to pouch as jelly poured into the now copious pouches of my skin. This didn't alarm Damon though and he just clinically adjusted his tanks, always removing the empty ones.
Once all the tanks were drained I felt the jelly trickle down to my ankles and calves on my lower abdomen then Damon took the tanks away and retrieved the sports bag he squatted in front of me and began to tie my leg pushing the jelly upwards but leaving a like layer under my skin evenly.
He repeated the same on the other leg, he also tied my arms. Now the jelly was spread evenly under my skin and was also in contact with my muscles. Je came behind me and wrapped my body in a sort of corset which he slowly started to tie from the bottom, as he guided the jelly in place.
He tied the corset as tight as he could, he trapped the jelly under the corset and I could feel how it also caused pressure in my abdomen where more jelly was waiting. The corset was a kind of shirt and it was buttoned up over the shoulders, the armholes were quite tight and it was not good to be in because I felt like I couldn't breathe.
Then Damon took the activator bag. He untied me and tied me to the bed, he had put a central line on me earlier and put the activator drip into it quietly.
The pain, the agony, and the confusion slowly began to creep in as the activator dripped. Damon lifted me into a sitting position and stuffed pillows under my back to hold me up. He picked up another packet I opened and started to stick the tube through my nose and into my stomach.
He pushed the nasogastric tube all the way into my small intestine at first. Then he put the nasal cannula into one of those 15-liter bags, I don't know what it was, liquid or jelly, and opened the tube to the full.
He had used a very thick tube almost the thickness of an intubation tube and soon I could feel the cold jelly running down my small intestine. When about a third of the bag had drained and the activator was halfway through I was drenched in sweat, cramping, burning tearing pain all over, my muscles felt like jelly.
I couldn't breathe, the corset was too tight, I could feel the jelly moving inside me and under my skin, my heart was pounding and my bowels started to spasm.
This was another pain gel. Damon pulled my nasogastric tube slightly backward away from my now full bowels into my stomach and I felt the jelly begin to fill and corrode my stomach. The more my stomach filled the more pressure my abdominal cavity was under and the more the jelly was absorbed.
Eventually, Damon pulled the tube out. He injected the underside of my diaphragm. "That will ensure, Baby, that the sphincter between your stomach and esophagus stays closed and you can't vomit out the gel."
Damon cleaned up all the equipment and untied me and started walking again. He pressed the remote and the corset began to quiver and squeeze tighter at every turn. I tried to walk, but the sedative took away my resistance and made me obedient, yet I understood everything, felt everything, and knew I would remember everything too.
Sometimes we stopped in a room where he was still rubbing the top of the corset as hard as he could. then he left me in the room to lie on the bed, while he himself apparently went to eat and shower.
When he finally took the corset off and untied my legs and arms, my skin had almost returned to normal and all the jelly had been absorbed. My stomach was on fire and I could feel the jelly still there. Damon felt around, then he hit me with his fist as hard as he could. I passed out from the pain.
Damon opened his unconscious wife's mouth and inserted the spreader so he could easily reach her molars. He took a dental drill and mercilessly drilled a deep hole in the back molars, right down to the root. He took a vanadium tube.
This would mess with Mimi's metabolism, speeding it up while reducing the absorption of nutrients. He had already put metals in another form into Mimi before, and they were already having an effect. Mimi's temperature was already a degree higher and Damon reckoned the metabolism had increased by 20%.
He injected vanadium deep into the root of the tooth, and it would be absorbed mercilessly from there, when the vanadium solidified, he injected magnetic iron on top and waited for that to solidify too.
For the next molar, he did the same, except here he added iridium. Iridium would lower the immune defenses and resistance as well as sensitize to drugs. The same thing with the root of the tooth, the metal would be absorbed slowly and surely to guarantee the effect, again he coated the tooth with a magnet.
On the other side of the lower tooth, he first put rhodium, this would lower pain tolerance and sensitize the sense of touch. Everything feels more and the same magnetization on the last molar tooth became cobalt.
This would slowly lower Mimi's healing ability to near human or even lower. He also coated the corresponding upper teeth with the same metals and magnets and then carried his unconscious wife out of the room.
When I woke up I was sitting or resting against something hard. I couldn't move my arms or legs. I was sprawled on some sort of bench top and in front of me was a large white box that reached almost up to my neck when I was sitting down. My legs and arms were chained forward to the sides of the box so that I was tight against the box. And I couldn't get out.
"'Awake already? Did you know, Mimi, that we've only been here 4 weeks? Luckily we still have time to be alone together. As for Adam and Charles, they only saw us when we left after the opening night gig, no one will miss you for any length of time." '
Damon's voice was ominous. " Did you know it was my secret dream to have a child with you? And you, you ungrateful, stupid..." Damon was furious "I'll teach you and teach you good and proper what comes of that. And then I'll find a way for you to carry my child. And I'll hold you captive for the entire pregnancy, even if you don't get anything done. And I'll keep you in perpetual pregnancy, you don't do any gigs, your job is just to carry the kids and breastfeed. Don't worry I'll find nannies, I wouldn't trust you not to try and kill my kids,"
Then he came in front of me and pressed a button, the panel on the top of the machine slid aside, and out of the bottom of the machine emerged a mask that looked like a face mask, except this one was black and had strong straps to tie the mask on.
Damon came over to me and pulled my jaw apart, he pushed something into both sides of my mouth and I felt something catch on my molars. Then he released my chin. I couldn't close my mouth. Damon pushed the button and the electromagnet locked. I couldn't get my teeth apart, my mouth was open so my lips weren't touching
. Damon took the mask closer and with one hand pressed on the back of my neck to get the mask to close once. The mask covered my eyes too, I felt him tighten all the straps and pressed the mask on the outside so it molded, and sealed to my face. My mouth was open, and the mask tightly covered my cheeks and even my eyelids, as I instinctively put my eyes closed, I felt Damon's fingers seal the mask over my eyes. He took the heat gun and after time with it still warming up I felt the mask shrink tightly over my face.
The panic started deep but I decided to control myself and focus on stopping my breathing. However, after a moment, sharp pricks in my diaphragm told me that Damon had put another stimulant in there and I couldn't stop breathing.
Then he injected me with some medicine and I felt myself clearing up. He reversed the effect of all the sedatives. My panic escalated. He turned the machine on. My mouth, nose, and lungs were hit with a stinging rush of air, I felt like my lungs were going to burst and no matter how hard the air went in I felt it wasn't oxygen, I flailed and struggled and shook but couldn't get out.
It was horrible. And it lasted. Damon's voice at the base of my ear said "You've only been there an hour, there's still at least 23 hours left." 24 hours! I would never last that long. But hour by hour Damon announced how many hours are left,
I struggled the whole time, every muscle in my body was aching and my jaw was on fire as I tried to open my mouth, and turn my head but the airflow was relentless. I tasted the metallic blood in my mouth and I didn't know if it was blood from my teeth or my lungs. The machine shut down. The airflow stopped.
I moved my diaphragm but my lungs were pretty damaged to get air in. I felt Damon remove first my legs then my arms and finally the mask. He pushed the button and opened my jaws, taking out some kind of metal cubes between my teeth. My mouth was dry and sore. I was exhausted, limp, and slumped against the machine.
Damon unhooked his wife from the device, For 24 hours, the device had been pushing Mimi inside dust debris, metal chips also other metals, herb shreds, and gases. Mimi lay against the device, her sides heaving, but the air wasn't moving very well.
Damon had smelled the honey in Mimi's mouth as he removed the metal caps he had used to make sure the gas got well into her lungs. The smell of honey told him that the four metals had begun to soak in and do their job. He lifted Mimi's armchair as he moved the fans elsewhere.
Mimi began to recover a little. At least she was already lifting her head. Soon they would resume and Mimi wouldn't need much more treatment when there was a shed time.
Damon lifted me into an armchair and although I didn't seem to have any sedation at the moment I was exhausted. I tried to get some air in me. Slowly my lungs began to recover a little. Every muscle in my body was tired and I could feel the effect of the metals I had been given somewhere in between.
I got a metallic feeling. A kind of determined fatigue accompanied by a very recognizable restlessness and this distinct familiar joint pain that had been bothering me for weeks, I was far from my best but I should try to escape. There were secret passages in the Italian castle that only I knew about.
I tried to gather my strength and think of a sudden attack and escape. The entrance to the first corridor would be after the stairs and I wasn't at all sure how quickly I would clear the stairs. I'd have to break Damon's neck. It was the only thing that would give me enough time.