Damon looked at me for a moment, as if assessing my condition, he had something on his mind. I tried to flop in the chair, looking more tired than I was. I tried to fool him to get a chance to snap his neck, across, to escape into one of the secret passages that would give me easy access to the room where I had the phone and the guns.

The bullets wouldn't slow Damon down for long, but again the idea of escape developed in my head. Damon stood up and walked calmly behind the armchair. He reached over and lifted me to a more upright sitting position and then placed his fingers on both my temples.

Fear and terror began to creep into my head, as did panic, and flight. someone was chasing me, I had to get away. Everything else disappeared from my head and there was only fear and terror.

Damon let go of his grip. He'd already been to seal off the secret passageways. Now he'd play with Mimi before taking her to a brand new shed with a whole new set of equipment. This was going to be perfect. He went after Mimi, who scurried away.

You've got to run, run, run, run. Then security, Damon heard the voice. "It's all right, baby, shh, I'm here." I felt Damon take me against him. I wrapped myself up, now I was safe. Suddenly my stomach hurt. And again.

Damon pulled Mimi to him and reassured, he wrapped one arm around Mimi "Shh, Baby, it's ok, it's ok, just listen to my heartbeat, shh shh.." In his other hand, Damon held a large serrated knife and plunged it into Mimi's stomach in a pleasurable slow motion. Mimi stiffened. He pulled the knife away, still reassuring. He pushed the knife deeper and deeper with relish. Turning the knife in the wound. And again.

Then again he intensified Mimi's terror and fear and pain and let Mimi go, repeating the same again, calming and knife. He stabbed again and again. Eventually, Mimi would not recover. Now it was time to take Mimi to the shed. He was pleased when this no longer gave strength to the weak side of him which he had begun to overcome and good.

I didn't understand the pain at first, then the fear and terror subsided and I looked down as Damon slowly plunged the huge knife into my stomach holding me and twisting it. I tried to pull away. The fear and terror returned. And the same again. I kept waking up to him stroking my hair while stabbing me.

But I couldn't smell the passion fruit. I knew I didn't want Damon to stroke my hair or calm me down anymore, I tried to run away, not to go to him anymore, but he came and took me and did it again. Eventually, I felt like I was bleeding and I wasn't going to get better.

Damon came to me and took my arms behind my back and tied them. He guided me to one of the armchairs. "By the way Baby, if you think you are escaping to the secret passages, they are blocked, well we won't be here much longer. I've got a big pile of new equipment I'm really looking forward to trying out."

A shed session, that's all we need. He came up to me and took something from behind a chair and suddenly put an oxygen mask on me. He opened the tank. I stopped breathing. Damon looked at me coldly and took, hit my diaphragm, I instinctively took a breath and stopped, and he did it again, the gas I was instinctively breathing in started to go into my head, and time after time my head became cloudy until I could no longer understand to stop breathing but let the gas flood my lungs.

I didn't quite lose consciousness but I was close. I felt Damon pick me up in his arms and carry me somewhere. He put me in the trunk of the car with the container, the mask stayed on my face and my hands were tied behind my back. Damon opened the valve a little more, and then I fell asleep.

I woke up tied to some kind of metal table naked, the room was cool and my skin was going goosebumps. I wouldn't normally react to the cold but the weeks Damon had already held me captive had meant that the metals had already reduced my body's activity, including heat distribution. Damon walked calmly into my field of vision. He pressed a button and the top of the table rose so that my upper torso was clearly elevated.

"Let's get started then. This first device is a surgical robot and not just any surgical robot but a dissecting robot. This is programmed to examine the body in great detail, every organ, nerve, and vein. The bad thing about this is that it's designed for the dead so it doesn't realise you're alive. But don't worry Mimi,"

Damon continued in a soft voice, " This robot is programmed to do a neat job so that the body is not mutilated. It's got lasers, blades, and all kinds of fun stuff. You can program any part of the body to be worked on. Let's start with the legs for a change. I've programmed this to examine the lower limbs, nerve damage, muscle condition, nerve function, skin, and any blockages. "

Damon smiled coldly. He pressed a button. The table spread my legs apart and various instruments came down from the ceiling. On either side from thigh to ankle, two rows of hooks pierced my skin, lifting it slightly. My legs would be treated simultaneously. The cutting knives descended and sliced through my skin.

Depending on where the knife was cut, the hooks pulled my skin apart, spreading the wound. The machine cut both my legs open from just the top of my thigh to the top of my foot. then came a new set of hooks as the machine began one by one to slice my muscles and open them up. Since my upper torso was elevated, I had an unobstructed view of what was being done to my legs.

"Scream for me, Baby," Damon whispered in my ear. He hadn't even paralyzed my vocal cords now. My legs lifted a little in the air. I saw that my feet were on a few metal tubes and the device had unobstructed access to the back of my legs as well. From the side of the table came more blades and hooks that began to peel the back of my legs. The pain was excruciating.

I closed my eyes and did not look. I just tried to hold on. Then Damon lowered the head of the table so that I was flat again. He came over and opened my eyes and put the applicators on my eyelids. Then he took something from the table and cut it on my stomach.

He inserted a suction tube into my stomach and began to literally suck blood and bits of intestine out of it. I didn't know which hurt more, the handling of my stomach or my legs. When he finished emptying my stomach, he took the tube out. To my amazement, I could feel my insides growing.

Then Damon felt my stomach for a moment and was satisfied. "See Baby, I don't want to kill all my organs yet, you get to keep your regenerative powers as long as you can. The more organs the better they feel." Electricity ran along my legs as the machine moved on to examine my nerves. A nerve pain sliced along my legs. My legs had literally been peeled away from the skin and what I could see was the device was stripping away muscle after muscle.

Damon walked around the table for a moment and watched my legs being worked on, then he took the knife again and sliced my stomach open all the way from my diaphragm to my hips. He habitually put tissue spreaders on my skin to keep it from getting close.

And he touched my peritoneum, admiring the organs underneath. "I'm sure the machine will want to play a little here, but at some point. " Damon chuckled. He took a jar and a paintbrush from the table. He dipped the brush into the jar and pulled it out, shaking it. Then he started to brush the stuff on my stomach lining.

It burned. Every quiet swish felt like battery acid being poured into my insides. I bit my mouth shut. "Scream for me baby, come on," Damon said in a teasing voice. He continued to stroke it. My legs were on fire, the flames of pain already hitting my lower back. My stomach burned and tore. He brushed the whole jar of stuff all over my peritoneum.

Then he took a scalpel and cut a hole in my peritoneum, through which he inserted a long thin tube so that the tube was everywhere, the tip of the tube was somewhere under my intestines the tube went from side to side and the wound was just under my diaphragm.

Damon reached down and pushed the button. There were holes in the hose and there were bits of metal sticking out of every hole. All over my stomach, Damon moved the hose so that the metal spurted out between the organs, out of sight and out of mind.

There was a lot of metal dripping, though it didn't seem like it would be long before I felt it. Eventually, Damon pulled out the rest of the hose and let my stomach close up, my peritoneum still on fire. The device had now moved into the bones and the pain of 8 drills in the bone at the same time is unbelievable.

Eventually, the device stopped on my legs, and Damon went to bandage them with something they hadn't even looked at. My eyes were dry as the applicators wouldn't let the eyelids close and they stung. My feet were on fire. Why didn't the machine destroy my tissues to stop the pain?

He lifted me onto one of the machines after he'd unhooked me from the table. This one was again shuttle-like and the insides of the device were black plastic. Damon secured my hand with metal handles and closed the lid. The lid came tightly over my legs so I couldn't move them. The top was more spacious.

Damon turned the device on. The device began to massage my stomach and I felt the metal chips begin to tear. They went one way and then another and I realized that there was also a magnet in the device that moved the chips every now and then. The pins were dragging the chips deep around my stomach, it hurt like hell because my peritoneum was still covered with whatever kind of goop I had.

Then when the chips were properly rubbed in the magnets started. They were also on my back. Their power was such that the chips would not shoot through my skin but just move with it. Now I screamed.

" Good girl, scream some more, baby" Damon said. "Ain't they nice magnets, they feel pretty good." The device began to move the metal chips higher and higher until I felt the first ones sink into my diaphragm, and then go through it, I felt my lungs burst. And another one. The metal shards tore at my heart, my lungs at my stomach, and my internal organs until I blacked out from the sheer pain.

I woke up from a sitting position. Again in front of the white box, I panicked. Damon came and put a mask on my head, he had at some point again put metal in my teeth so my mouth was open. The spreaders on my eyelids had been removed and I kept my eyes tightly shut, they were stinging and burning.

This time I was naked and attached to the machine and felt a rush of air go down my back. Damon turned the device on. It was as horrible as the last time. Then I felt a sharp pain slice through my back. "See Baby, two birds with one stone, while you're in that little breathing therapy a robot like this will start working on your back. It's a pharmaceutical device, so this might be a little more drastic." I felt my spinal column being drilled, the machine was now blowing various substances into my lungs at varying speeds so I never knew what was coming next.

At the same time my back was being treated, as the vertebrae were being drilled, they were being beaten, substances were being injected into my spinal cord, and the machine began to peel my muscles and cut my ribs.

It would quietly break a rib at one point and then again after a distance. It left the bone fragments in place. Scapulae, vertebrae of the neck, the whole central nervous system. I didn't know what the worst of it was anymore.

Sometimes the treatment would stop and I would lie in bed unable to move or eat, I would get enough rest to last longer. And then again. The CPAP device was used several times and my panic was always more and more terrible. The Damon devices literally went through my entire body, chest, stomach, and back over and over again.

Damon had watched as week after week Mimi's condition steadily went downhill, just as it should. He handled Mimi relentlessly, trying out all his new equipment. And some of the old ones too. Mimi's panic was thankfully not relieved by the CPAP machine, which Damon was pleased with, it worked so well.

Damon looked at the calendar. 22 weeks he had held Mimi captive. He looked at his wife, now down to 30 kilos, not many more weeks of that but still, well done. Damon had estimated that Mimi weighed over 60 kilos when he caught her. He hadn't sedated Mimi once in the shed because he wanted the memory of this to stay as good as possible.

I had been here again for who knows how long. Now Damon had yet another favorite toy he wanted to try. He picked me up and dragged me forward. I no longer had the strength to resist everywhere I ached, hurt, felt cold, tired. Another white box. Panic struck and my heart started pounding.

Damon guided me to stand and spread my legs a little apart. Then he pushed me down. Something really thick and hard sank into my pussy I tried to get up and dodge but Damon pushed me down so that the rod or whatever sank as deep as it could. Damon then tied my legs and arms to the equipment again.

He made sure I was tight against the device. Then he pushed the button and I felt the rod inside me rise and push higher and higher. Eventually, the pain was intense as this rubbed my cervix or the base of my pussy. Damon adjusted a little more, the rod thicker. He only stopped the thickening when I tore so much that the blood gushed out then, he put my mouth open again and put the mask on.

First, he made the rod move inside me, it wriggled and jiggled, it stabbed needles into my tissues and drained something in there. In between, the rod sprayed liquid, which soaked into my torn tissues. After this had been on for a while, he turned on the fan. And then a third one. The front plate of the box against my stomach slid off and the blades began to strike my stomach. A great, built-in stabber.

At the same time, Damon came and sat behind me and started breaking my ribs all over with his hands and my vertebrae. He kept talking. That was his trademark. Sometimes he would tape something on the recorder and I knew these sessions were being filmed, sometimes he would talk to me, sometimes to himself, but he was there all the time talking. Usually very very creepy, the kind of thing that sticks in the memory. I already knew that because I remembered every session.

I was lying on the bed, I was cold. Damon was next to the bed. He was cutting a wound in my stomach and sticking a tube in and draining something. Long, it spread everywhere. Then he closed the wound with a bandage because I wasn't getting any better.

He started rubbing my stomach. The pain started again, more metal. "Mimi, Baby, now you already have an infection, a fever, it won't be long now." Then he came to the bed and lifted me up on his lap with my back against his stomach and continued to massage me. I complained weakly. The rubbing got harder.

Now Damon was no longer putting me on the machines but was sticking things inside me and rubbing or breaking my bones. And talking. I mean, he talked in a gentle soothing voice about really creepy things all the time. Now he wouldn't let me rest on my own anymore, he was always doing something. By now I was so skinny that it was easy for him to break any bone in my body. Most of all he loved to stick something in my stomach and rub it.

With a kind of implant gun, he shot metal into my liver and massaged it. Now there was no more fever. "It'll be over soon Baby, now you're already hypothermic, now you have sepsis already. You won't last much longer. You gave me another so wonderfully enjoyable six months. Oh that this bond between us is handy, I know you so intimately through it and I get to enjoy it even more." And metals in my belly. Rubbing pain.

I was surprisingly sober, even though I saw that less than five straps left. The hands in my stomach continued. "Your straps are running out, and so is your strength. Even if I could kill you, your body came back to life but not anymore. Look now your body is already starting to shut down, look, Baby, look how bluish your legs are, and this color here, this is already the beginning livor mortis, your heart barely beats anymore except now and then, they say, Baby, hearing and touch are the last senses to go, let me know sometime if that's true." The pain kept getting worse, pressure, massage, then finally, finally nothing.