I quietly crept into the storage room with my gun ready. I heard them there. The demons. Salvatore and I had been having a bit of a tussle for a few years about whether or not to kill them. Salvatore said no. I don't have the means, or the skills, blah, blah, blah, blah. Yet I had already killed hundreds. Damon had even gone so far in his obsession that he had kidnapped me, drugged me, taken me to a cabin somewhere, and tried to program so I couldn't kill a demon. I'd blasted through the programming.

The fact was that the demons had been messing with us, or I should say worse than messing with us. Why I was chasing these particular demons was the little episode where their leader or someone sent Damon, Samuel, Adam, and Bran into the demon dimension to fight. And fall in love. And in turn, put me on the fight club ship. That's all I have against them. Nope. I had guns and I could shoot. Plus, I'd gotten Dresden to make me demon-kill bullets, just for me. The pack had their own stock too, but I had mine, just for this kind of thing. I'd been, well it's been well over a month, two weeks in a cage, with Damon getting upset every time I get hurt in a demon hunt, fuck I'm a flea, immortal. I'll be fine.

Magnum was elsewhere, Constantine was chasing voodoo witches and Dresden was chasing demon coins. Adam on killing sprees, Samuel at the clinics, Bran Marrok on tour solving various alpha problems and Damon, well needless to say if I usually woke up in velvet, the lord's phone and wallet on the table, and Damon nowhere to be seen. In these cases, Salvatore's absence could be days to months.

But this time I had been the one who had left after the pack had put me in a cage for two weeks and every day they came yelling at me, I had had enough, so I left as soon as I got out of the cage. I had already learned that when the opportunity came, that's when you act. So here I was, ready to kill.

I got inside and loaded my gun and started shooting. Bang and another one down. One by one. My gun had a silencer on it, so it was quiet business. I walked carefully down the hall until it hit. Horror. Fear that froze me in place. I couldn't move. Oh, fuck. Somewhere there's a fear demon. And fucking strong. This is the main reason why Salvatore doesn't want me to kill demons. Because I'm kind of vulnerable to fear demons. Oops.

Something grabbed my arm and yanked me backward. Damon yanked me behind him for cover and shot three demons that had been ready to, well, destroy me. And then one behind me that I hadn't seen. After all the demons were destroyed. Damon grabbed me by the arm with an iron grip and dragged me to the car,

opened the door, and slammed me in. And then he got in the driver's seat himself. "What the fuck are you doing, Baby? You tried to get yourself killed! How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to fucking go after the demons when you're no match for the scared demons!" Damon's voice was furious. He was actually shouting. "What if I hadn't shown up? Huh? What would you, Baby, have done then? Does Bran know about this? Well does he know if you had permission to go out and kill demons? Does anyone know what the fuck you were actually doing? This is the kind of situation, Mimi, where there are consequences and serious ones at that." Damon's voice turned harsh. "I don't know what Bran actually wants to do to you. I really don't." He continued.

I said "can't you talk to Bran about this, when those were the demons that..." "FUCK MIMI I'M NOT SPEAKING FOR YOU I'M SPEAKING AGAINST YOU! YOU WERE FUCKING STUPID. IT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T DIE, IT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T GET FUCKING HURT. OH FUCK, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DO I HAVE TO ROUND YOU UP FROM THE DEMONS? DON'T YOU FUCKING BRAINIAC REALIZE YOU'LL BE BACK IN MEDBAY FOR MONTHS. THESE THINGS DO BAD THINGS!" I was silent.

Damon called Bran and told him " Salvatore here, did you know that dear Mimi was on another demon hunt, yep, when I happened to arrive on the scene, Missy was frozen in place like a pillar of salt because there was a fear demon, three were already attacking and one fucking nasty poison demon with a sword again right behind Mimi when missy didn't have her back covered. "Damon listened for a moment " Yeah we're coming, fine. Let's talk more then. We will." The call ended and Damon didn't say a word. I fastened my seatbelt and we drove to the house in silence.

In the yard, Damon grabbed my arm again and dragged me into the basement and ripped off my outer clothing, and threw it in the cage. Then he looked coldly and said, " Wait there while we go and consider your punishment, you can be sure there will be more coming." I then went to sit on the mattress at the bottom of the cage and waited.

Damon went upstairs in a huff. Oh fuck, that Mimi would always pull. He walked to the door of Bran's study and knocked. "Come in," Bran said and Damon entered the room. Bran was there as was Adam and so was Samuel. Damon sat down in a chair.

Bran began "The obvious thing is that Mimi is not leaving the house for a while now. I think the cage is the only solution, the deprivation of liberty. "Bran pondered. Adam said " Yeah well it's not just the cage that's bothering Mimi, we've already seen that, she'll just sail out of there like an ice queen. "

Bran said, " What do you suggest then?" Adam frowned and pondered. Damon knew Mimi and knew where to strike. He said quietly in a cold voice "Do what Mimi hates." Bran said, "What do you mean?" Damon smiled cruelly " Not deprivation of liberty but deprivation of consciousness, permanent sedation. What Mimi hates more than anything she can't stand is being sedated. 2-4 weeks of sedation should put some sense into her head."

Samuel thought for a moment " Hmm, well then I suppose we should give an injection every 4 hours and still..." Damon stood up, he had another ace up his sleeve. " Follow me and I'll show you." Damon left the room with the others in tow.

He took the men to the medbay. Then he opened the door of one of the cupboards and took oxygen or gas containers from there. Samuel said "Gas? Really?" Damon smiled and took a hose from the tank and put it against Samuel's palm. Then he opened the valve, and along the hose came jelly or gel.

Damon said "This is the newest form of medicine, jelly. This is where we mix the sedatives and fill Mimi with them. You can put this under your skin, in your abdomen, you can even put it in your stomach and intestines. This is absorbed by heat, so it's absorbed fastest in the abdominal cavity and then slower under the skin, ensuring that the medicine is in the bloodstream all the time. "Samuel whispered, " That's good by the way, you could put nutrients in there as well." Bran said, " What's the point of Mimi sleeping for two or four weeks." Damon said " No sleep, Mimi is moving, and eating. She's being controlled but on her feet and she feels that jelly in her body and knows what it does. Now think about Bran, if you hated mustard or the smell of mustard on your breath and someone stuffed you full of it so that you felt exactly what you didn't like. That's not all, let's get Mimi in here and I'll show you how it works. I can guarantee you it will."

The door to the basement opened and I heard voices, yay judgment would come. What would happen now? Damon came into the room opened the cage door and motioned for me to come out. I got out of the cage. Bran, Adam, and Samuel looked through the doorway and were already turning to go upstairs.

Damon pulled my arms behind my back and fastened them with zip ties. Then he led me up the stairs. He walked me determinedly to the medbay. There was a hospital bed with spiked handcuffs. I put on the brakes. I'm not fucking going to be tied to a bed. Adam came over to the other side and together he and Damon dragged me over to the side of the bed.

Damon cut the zip tie open and he and Adam pushed me into the bed and tied my arms and legs. I decided to be quiet. Fine. Damon said "Now Baby, you will have a medical procedure which will be repeated from time to time until your sentence of 2-4 weeks is complete. We haven't decided on the duration yet, let's see how this new punishment of ours works out." Damon's voice was cold.

Bran said from around the corner. "I'm disappointed in you Mimi though, if this would teach you any common sense in your head, I warned you you little bitch, and you just won't believe until you are made to believe. You have no one to blame but yourself for this." Adam just nodded. Fine.

Damon took some sort of container and brought it to the foot of the bed, then he took a stool and sat down. Out of the tank came a hose with a sharp point like a giant needle, though the point was slightly flattened, so the opening was also flat. Damon took a scalpel and sliced below the knee of my leg over the wound in the tibia. He then pushed the tip of this under my skin, moving it like some sort of liposuction thingy, pushing it deeper and deeper until the tip was at my ankle.

He pressed the pedal on the floor and I felt the tip start to begin to gush something under my skin. Damon stroked the substance around my leg so much that my skin began to be taut and shiny, he very slowly came up filling the entire front of my shin. Then he lifted his foot off the pedal, pulled the probe out of the hole, and let the wound heal. With the help of the stool, he moved upwards.

Now an incision was made between my thigh and flank and again the probe was pushed up to my knee and the substance was stuffed in. Damon's hand was determined as it pressed some jelly or gel under the skin of my thigh. My leg was heavier, fine. He moved on to my other leg and did the same. For some reason, I was getting tired. I wanted to go to sleep.

Everything was so heavy. Damon noticed this and smiled. "Oh, it seems already, excellent. Well, Baby, I can reveal the whole truth your sentence is 2-4 weeks sedation. This jelly that you now have both your legs coated with is a sedative and this is what is going to Baby you and lots of it."

Oh fuck I thought, sedated. Really. Could be this girl is going to go on a spree of gigs after this. Damon fucking knows how bad a place it is to be sedated for me. Oh, what a fucking fox. He can hit you right where it hurts, and he can hit you hard. Fine steel in the spine and I am fine attitude. A real ice queen. Go ahead and do your worst.

But surprise I'm not going to stick around when this is over. Damon had unlocked my legs from the shackles as he spoke and was now jelling them from behind. When my legs were done Damon lifted the bed into a sitting position. He then took the support collar and fastened it around my neck so that I could not turn my head.

He took a hose, the thickness of a straw, it was on a coil, and took the tip and wet it in the fucking jelly and stuck it up my nose. He pushed it mercilessly through my nose into my esophagus and from there into my stomach and from there into my small intestine, he just kept pulling the hose more and more off the coil as he pushed it through my digestive system. It hurt. The tube was quite thick in my small intestine and stiff before it warmed up and softened. I tried to fight it and struggle, but Adam came to glue me to the bed so that Damon could push the hose almost to the end of my colon.

My digestive system is quite a bit shorter than a human's. Damon says it's more like a cat's digestive system because I'm such a full-blown carnivore. My small intestine is maybe a quarter of what a human has and similarly, my large intestine is about half that of a human.

Damon says it's an adaptation to the fact that I only need meat and I don't even grow other kinds of intestines anymore. If I get someone else's longer intestine, it shrinks. Damon doesn't know exactly how I actually do it. At one point he would have liked to have looked into it but then when things happen and things do happen, those plans fall by the wayside.

Then he cut the hose and connected it to the now blue tank and pressed the pedal. There were holes in the hose, as the jelly slowly went on it also started to ooze out of the holes into my insides. Every place was getting really full and my bowels were being violently hurt. Damon stuffed the whole tank inside me. He left the hose in place. "This Baby is nutrient sedative jelly and will be your only sustenance during your punishment. You can only get it through that hose. " The jelly in my legs had done its job and I was getting pretty defenseless. Then Damon jellied my arm. They got heavy.

Next, he put me on my back and exposed my stomach. He made an incision below my diaphragm and plunged a probe deep into the back and lower part of my abdominal cavity. He started filling from there, rubbing my stomach as the jelly rose. My already full bowels were under quite a bit of pressure as he finally stuffed 15 liters of jelly into my stomach "That'll absorb faster Baby, the warmer the place the faster the medicine will be absorbed'" He said coldly, triumphantly. Just smelling the wet dog, I knew Damon was really angry. Then he gelled my body under the skin on the front and back of my body.

At that point, I was completely sedated. I did what I was told, I was feeling vague, sore, sick, but I couldn't tell anyone. Damon stood me up and told Bran or Samuel to always walk me. He said "Walk her so she doesn't stay still all the time, I'll be back the day after tomorrow to add jelly and feed her, that's enough until then. Call me if anything comes up."

Then he walked away I heard him already calling some Lizzy that he was coming and let's have such a fucking good time. Adam was home for one day but then left for the gigs when Bran recommended. Samuel was doing medbay he didn't pay much attention to me but Bran did.