Now it was my time to go. It had been a week since Damon broke my heart. A week I'd been on my own, pulling myself together. I had emptied myself out of the bedroom because I was now looking for a nest of my own. My place wasn't with Damon, it was with Adam and Charles.

And I was hoping that if Damon ever got his act together, he would let me be with just Adam and Charles. Because I had now given up, let go, and moved on. I had recovered as well as I could, at least physically. I had collected myself into a shell, remembered all the memories, and held these white stones in my hands which always seemed to help.

It was as if I had remembered all my feelings on the stones. The painful ball that had crushed my soul was gone. I knew I had a switch on, but years of experience of losing must have taught me to move on. Just as Damon was searching for himself, so was I.

I had so many secrets, things I hadn't told anyone before, and I wouldn't. I'm not good at sharing, I began to understand that. A couple of times I spied on people in love, and I listened. Damon was talking, reminiscing, sharing everything, his experiences, his feelings and I knew that wasn't my thing. I don't share.

Let the others be the loving couple of this pack now. It's out of my hands. Another thing I don't have to feel guilty about is whether I spend enough time with my husbands. Mariella had wanted to come and live in the pack house and suddenly this house, with no wing, began to feel too cramped.

All the men loved Mariella, her innocence, I knew that Adam and Charles had already fucked her now that they were all energy beings. I wasn't and never would be. I would always be the one different, the unique one.

I just hadn't realized before how that actually separated me from the pack. Now I felt it. They were now energy beings and their driving force was lust. But I wasn't. Charles came to explain it to me with fervor and I reminded him that I was not the same. Charles looked at me for a long time and sighed then he said "Mimi, honey. Me and Adam need to study this energy thing now and Mimi needs to teach. We are having sex with her, not going to lie, it's great. This whole energy system is tricky to explain, I hope you understand."

I did understand. I totally get it. I said "Go to study, I don't mind fucking. I'm a popular woman, I gotta see where the party's at." Charles nodded casually and quickly left the scene. My appetite for sex was gone. Completely and I realized that it had been somehow connected to Damon and now that we were gone... no sex drive.

Mariella's arrival changed everything and it still, to this day, affects everything because Damon and Mariella belong together. They want to be each other. I'm Adam and Charles. But to this day Damon hasn't let go of me. He's only found ways to tie me more tightly to him. That's what I wonder. Why does he want to tie himself to someone he doesn't always want to be with? Why can't he leave me alone?

I had things to do in myself. I didn't always have this new power of mine to control and teach, I had cat kittens living in my head. Kittens of a cat. There was a snow leopard called Bella. A leopard called Clea, a lion called Lily, and a jaguar called Jac. I could already take cat form but only for a moment and it took concentration and practice.

I actually had a party or gala that I had been invited to and I thought now was the perfect time to go. I had just the right bright pink stretch velvet dress. It would make my body look more toned than it currently did at 43 kilos. After the gala, I would go to a killing spree at a sniper camp and I might even unload my anxiety at a few fight clubs.

I had gotten approval for these from Bran and also from Adam and Charles. Even fight clubs. Charles had absentmindedly said, " Go on, honey, don't you do well there and win again, make me proud." I had changed the order of my name so that I was Mimi Cornick-Hauptmann-salvatore. Or Mimi Cornick for short.

I also confirmed with Charles that my prenup with Damon was still valid. I had also commissioned a new medical power of attorney where my care would be taken care of by Adam and Charles. No more Damon. If Mariella decided she wanted Damon for herself, she certainly wouldn't get my money in the process. Everything was ready, my bags were packed and the car was loaded. I didn't say anything to anyone when I left.

I arrived the next day in Vancouver where the gala was to be held. I had recently bought a large mansion here and took my things there. I ate well and prepared for the evening of celebration. At least this time I wouldn't be the main character. It must be a refreshing party where nothing happens. At 3 pm I drove to the party venue in my dress and heels.

My passion is buying shoes and I have a lot of them. And nothing is enough. Even now I had the lovely velvet ones that just matched my dress. My hair was shoulder length and very blonde and spiky. Of course, Mariella had the defiant long red hair that Damon loved to touch.

No no no I wasn't supposed to think about fucking Salvatore. I shook off such thoughts and got out of the car and started walking towards the gala. I knew I would meet my old friend Jarod here, Jarod had been first shocked, then amazed, when I had told him about Damon.

He said "Now I understand why neither of us ever got a reading on him. I understand completely. Are you okay?" I assured him I was and had told him I was coming to the gala.

I arrived in a hall full of people, took a glass of champagne, sipped a little, quite good, and started to walk around. I didn't see a jarod anywhere yet. I wasn't thinking when a hand took hold of my elbow and a voice in my ear whispered "Hello, Baby". I looked up and this was not a Jarod.

This was Damien. He might have been going to Damon as a cousin or brother. His eyes were dark, almost black, his nose was narrower than Damon's and he had a much broader face. He was also red-cheeked as if he'd been out in the cold. I realized Damien had a human body, so I could kill him.

An injection pushed into my back from below the ribs and I felt the substance hit my aorta. My head started to fog up. Damn. It's easy to kill a man, even when he's sedated. The drug was strong, though, and I'm glad I was able to stand on my feet. Damien took me under his arm and firmly guided me to the bathroom.

There he locked the door and pushed me into a seat on the toilet. I clenched my fist. One punch, one punch in the throat and that would kill him. Damien gave me a sharp look and took a small spray bottle from his pocket.

He blew two sprays close to my face and everything went black. I was still on the toilet. Damien was in another box on the toilet he had moved a panel from the ceiling and pulled out a sports bag, a familiar aluminum briefcase, and yet another bag. Then he put the panel back down and jumped off.

I was feeling really fuzzy, whatever was in that spray was going to my head and badly. Damien opened the organ bag and there were bags of, great, jelly again. Orange, quite dark. Several different shades of silver many different sizes of colourless.

He hung them on nails on the wall and let the jelly run out again, almost to the end. I tried to look for my phone but saw that Damien had my bag. He finally came and picked me up, I could barely stand, and he muttered "There's no time to do this otherwise and this is what I want to do." He lifted me onto the pool on my back and picked up my dress then he started.

One cannula sunk right near my spine and he pulled the needle out of it and pushed a milkshake-thick tube deep into the back of my abdomen. There was an orange jelly that started to drip directly into my bowels, I felt it dripping, coating my bowels.

Under my peritoneum, on top of my intestines, another, colorless one was floated in. These were 3-litre bags. Then he floated one under my skin and started to gel the base of my skin. The orange jelly was already slowly starting to work I could feel my head not clearing but fogging up.

He gelled the whole of my chest skin firmly and effectively, always changing the bags, sometimes silver, sometimes colorless. He poured 3 large bags of orange jelly and 2 large bags of colorless jelly all over my stomach.

The jelly would not show up anywhere. Then he wrapped a corset from under the boobs to my hips and taped it shut. Again, it kept the jelly tightly in me, but this time it didn't hurt.

Then he lifted me up and pulled down my dress, the corset was surprisingly not visible under my dress. My dress was just a little loose as the corset tightened my waist. Damien said " You know what orange does, and there's a lot of it Baby and it's strong. Don't even think you can do anything. As for those other things, don't worry it will all come out in time." He then applied a mild electric current to the corset.

"That will enhance the absorption of the gels as you'll soon see. Fortunately, this won't be as long as your boring opening." He packed his bag and opened the door.

A man was waiting behind the door. Damien handed him the bags and said "Take those to my car." The man took the bags without saying a word and left. The sedative kicked in when the electricity helped it to soak in. I was walking on Damien's arm and was pleased about one thing, no wet dog smell.

Damien rubbed my belly occasionally even though through the corset I couldn't feel it. He made me drink alcohol in a typical fashion throughout the three hours we were there. Jarod was nowhere to be seen. I knew I was in trouble.

As for my pack, they were all under Mariella's spell and no one had any reason to suspect anything had happened to me. I tried to reach out to the pack but was completely blocked by the tranquilizer jelly or something. According to the pack, they would just think that I went off somewhere to mend my broken heart, or else I couldn't bear to be near Damon because he was so jealous...

I would have to try to survive this myself. I thought how stupid I was to go to the gala now, to literally invite Damien to attack me.

We left the gala and walked at a leisurely pace to the car. Damien was clearly upset about something, something was bothering him. I got myself together and asked him what was wrong, as I had always asked Damien " What's wrong?"

Damien was silent for a moment and to my surprise he answered. " Schedule, Baby, schedule. I was hoping for a little more time but it's just the way it has to be."

I said. " You don't have to do any more of this for me, just leave me somewhere and I'll never breathe a word of this. By the way, you exposed yourself to me a long time ago, you confessed everything and me crazy I'm not thinking about it anymore, no wonder Damon was flabbergasted."

Damien paused and laughed " That I did baby, and I've never regretted it, too bad you didn't catch me sooner we would have had so much fun having you wonder which one I am. I prepared for it all these years and by the way nice try, I meant I won't get to enjoy your company for quite so long. I'm certainly not letting you off the hook. And you can be sure that the next time I get my hands on you, my schedule will be different."

He wasn't going to be with me all the time? We came to a black van. Damien knocked on the door and the same man who had taken the bags opened the door. "Everything's ready, Damien." The man said then together they lifted me into the car. And Damien closed the back doors.

A light came on from the roof of the car. The car was fitted with a fixed stretcher with spiked handles with springs. "'Shit, it's hard to get out of those." The men quickly stripped me naked, shoes and all. The jelly was still working, my arms just dangling by my side.

Damien pushed my clothes over to the other man with my bag and keys. " You know what to do, I gave you an address?" The man repeated the address of my mansion in Beverly Hills, then jumped out of the car with my bag and clothes.

Damien made me sit on the stretcher and dumped me on my back. He fastened the spiked shackles on my hands and feet. Then he just turned off the corset and took it off me. There were several bags hanging from the roof of the car.

Damien slid them again into my belly and gelled my ribs and arms and legs with the same orange jelly. My stomach began to feel bloated and was clearly bulging from the jelly. He gelled around my lungs all over my heart. My eyes didn't want to stay open any longer. Eventually, all 50 or so bags were inside me.

Then he took a big syringe, probably about 100 ml, and pressed it into my liver. The platinum that was in the syringe hurt so bad. He embedded five syringes in my liver. My liver ached and throbbed and compressed so badly that I didn't have to worry about sleeping.

Then he reached over on either side of the stretcher and pulled the bubble wrap off the sides. Great, he wrapped my whole body in the bubble wrap and I felt the heat start to soak up the jelly.

He looked at me for a moment and said "Schedule baby, schedule, but those all have to be soaked up before we're there, and as for that platinizing of the liver. Well, we'll figure that out later. "Damien got out of the car and went around to the front door and jumped in the driver's seat and started driving.

So my liver was all over the place. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. The bubble wrap around me got extremely hot and the tightness in my stomach began to decrease at an alarming rate. I could feel the sedative jelly working in my head and I was very unable to do anything except suffer the pain.

Oh, why can't that sedative also work as a painkiller? Now in addition to the pain, my liver started to burn and tingle. Finally, we stopped Damien jumped out of the driver's seat and opened the back doors. He unhooked the stretcher from the car floor and used the ramp to pull me out of the car.

"A short pit stop, we'll continue in a moment, but I'll show you a few things," Damien said as he pushed me into a bunker of some kind. It wasn't exactly a shed, but there were computers and drugs and some equipment in here too. He parked me in the middle of the floor and took the bubble wrap off me.

He'd left the cannulas in my stomach and reattached the new bags he'd got from the cupboard, this time he didn't gel my skin with orange but with green. He did it routinely and quickly. He had inserted a central line and was dripping at least 15 liters of various fluids through it.

My stomach tightened even more, the skin was even fuller and my abdominal cavity felt full to the brim. He had even put in a peg feeding tube and was draining my stomach and intestines full of various jellies.

Then he unhooked me from the peg and guided me to a metal chair to sit down. There were metal handcuffs and tight ones too. He put my hands and feet in the chair. Then he attached electrodes to every part of my body.

The chair was nothing but metal strips that I was sitting on so he pretty much put them on my backside too. He put new bags on the cannulas, but they didn't sink when I was so full. When I was full of electrodes he put a headgear on my head and I could feel the spikes touching my scalp. "Nice electroshock treatment," I thought.

Then he turned on the current it started at my feet and moved up to the belt and finally to my head. Then everything went white all the time. Damien sat at the computer typing something and turned the screen so I could see.

"I promise you some explanations, Baby, fine here goes. Do you know what a nano molecule is? Well, it's a scaled-down version, the usual shrinkage can be anything from 50-100%. these are the promises of the future. Tiny molecules of substances that would normally be too big to go into, well, say, a tumor. A tiny nano molecule will enter the cell effortlessly and do what it needs to do. But you see, even if in theory it works, it needs to be studied.

And then it would be even better if these nano molecules could be timed to be released into the target tissues when certain criteria are met, again, as an example, tumor cells would start to grow, but this is difficult to study in humans and animal experiments always fail. You, Baby, are my test subject."

Damien continued "I've been injecting you with these nanomolecules every single shed session. And the electric current absorbs them again, most of the jelly you've had today has been a lot of different nano molecules."

Damien watched for a moment and waited for the electric current to run through my brain again. "The electricity absorbs it everywhere, into your brain, muscles bones even your eyeballs. Now what harm are they, well on release say Cobalt, well you know. Silver madness silver, again you know. After these few hours, you are packed with these molecules. No one can find them, they are hidden in shells, and here comes the fun. You never know how long a shell is going to last so... you can baby come up with some interesting medical problems in the future. Take for example this one semiconducting polymer, now I've packed this in, well all four metals, gold, platinum, neurotoxins, and oh so my favorite. Various pathogens. "

Damien continued his rant "Now it was unfortunate that I was kicked out of Damon because I would have had a front-row seat to every problem you had and I would have gathered all the knowledge to develop these to the top. Now I can't predict at all when each shell will crack, and I can't remember what's in each one. Usually, I put different pathogens in each shell because I also want to see your susceptibility to them. I can tell you that every shell has a predisposing factor that helps the pathogen to hit you better."

Frankly, I was screwed. Damien went to change the jelly bags again. He went on for three hours. One jelly bag per hour. Then he finally stuffed one more bag so that I was as tight as a ball again when he lifted me back onto the stretcher.

He wrapped me in bubble wrap again and pushed me into the car. " Oh yeah that liver, well we're on our way to the pharmaceutical company and they've asked for that platinum for the liver, they want to see if it'll boost enzyme production."

The pharmaceutical company. Really. I was really in deep shit. For some reason, Damien hadn't put any sedative jelly in me and my head started to clear and my strength started to return. Now if I could just get out of these fucking spiked grips. The bubble wrap was starting to heat me up again and now that I knew what poisons had been stuffed and absorbed into my insides the future didn't look too bright.