I lay in the cage for I don't know how long. The medicine that poured into my heart made me feel just as disgusted as could be. I hated this feeling. Sedated. Almost unconscious. In pain. And I couldn't do anything. The cold was already in my bones. I knew I couldn't go into hibernation because Damon had given me a strong inhibitor against it. The cellar door opened. Someone came in and went to the wine side of the cellar and rattled around for a while. I don't know what made this man turn his head so he could see me.

" Hey da, who you got in the cage?" Charles asked his father. He had just come back from another one of his father's parties and while it felt good at times to drown his sorrows in booze and fuck it didn't take away the pain, the loneliness that Anna's death, the betrayal had stamped on him. Charles no longer dared to love. He could. Many girls were pretty and nice, even cute. For a moment, Charles always wondered what kind of relationship they'd have, and it never felt right.

"I don't have anyone in a cage." Bran was already drinking several bottles of Jack Daniels. He watched to see which girl would get the honor of piercing himself with his hard cock that was already almost throbbing in his pants. Bran didn't think for a second what Charles was talking about as he gestured to the defiant brunette in front of him and took out his cock which was hard, thick, and eager to sink into her greedy little pussy.

Charles approached the cage. He tried to look, but the basement was so fucking dark. He went to the wall and pressed the light switch. There was a mound in the cage, covered with a black blanket. Charles approached with caution because he had no way of knowing if the mound was, in fact, a wounded werewolf brought into the cage to recover. A wounded werewolf is unpredictable and can leave a very nasty trail.

This one was too small to be a werewolf, though. Charles approached and sniffed a strawberry. Mimi? Mimi, the only female in his father's pack, was unique. Mimi had been created in a lab experiment and had many special qualities. One was that Mimi could not die. Mimi was even blown up but no, a few cells always survived and Mimi recovered and remembered everything. Mimi's werewolf form Mimosa was a brave sight if you happened to be in good health. Mimosa was big. Shoulder height is almost a meter and a good weight for Mimosa would be 90-100 kilos but what Mimosa's current weight would be Charles didn't know. But if that heap is Mimi, she is certainly not in good shape.

Charles knew that his father had Mimi gang raped soon after she lost her virginity. Mimi had become pregnant more than once and had a bad miscarriage, an infection. The recovery had always been hard. Charles decided that he would not leave Mimi at her father's mercy. Adam and Damon had been drinking and fucking for a week, so Charles suspected Mimi had been in the basement for at least a week. Charles decided to take Mimi with him and help her recover from whatever the hell had been done to Mimi.

Someone approached the cage and I hoped it wasn't Damon. Damon had been in three times, always changing the IV bag, smelling like sex, and kicking me until I threw up. I didn't know how long I'd been in the cage. But the drug had completely messed me up, which was in those bags combined with the nightmares, fear, and terror Damon sent me.

I struggled to stay awake. I didn't want to be in a drug house or a torture shed anymore. To be raped. I would have a reason to stay awake. The cage door opened and I tried to curl up and hide, but Damon's cocoon effectively blocked my movement. Someone bent down beside me and pulled the blanket aside. Charles. Charles had rescued me several times before, including when Bran had decided to share me with other alpha males. An experience I could do without.

Charles very gently began to open my confinement, after first tearing the drip out of my heart, eyes almost black with rage. Charles was half Native American. He had lovely eyes. Gentle but cruel, as he gazed into the distance in anger at what had been done to me. Charles' mouth must be perfect for kissing, demanding. Tenderly skilled. I tried to distract myself from the pain and agony of untying the restraints. The metal alloy in my stomach burned all the time, the pain came in waves.

I felt like my skin was peeling away as the metal alloy was ripped away by the release of the bandage. I had prayed for something in my stomach to die, for the nerves to die, for the pain to stop. I was cold but I no longer had the strength to shake. Charles gathered me very gently in his arms, after having wrapped me loosely in a blanket.

"Don't be afraid, I won't leave you in the hands of anyone. Who on earth did this to you? "Charles asked. I managed to answer as I wet my time dry mouth "Damon " Charles nodded. Yes, that's right. Bran and Adam and Samuel had known about Damon's little habit of torturing his wife for years. Charles knew his father well enough to know how easily Bran went along.

Damon would always come up with a reason to do whatever he did to Mimi and the rest of the pack would believe the morons. Charles knew he was taking Mimi to his own safe house. He'll have a relatively well-stocked medicine cabinet and a magnum there, Higgins and others will probably help. So will Colin. That's one solution, Charles thought with satisfaction. We'll have to get Colin to take care of Mimi.

Because of what Charles saw on the surface when he extracted Mimi from the bandages, Mimi's damage would be extensive and even difficult to repair. This one's skin smelled like metal, this one was ice cold. Tired, medicated, scared. He didn't know why Mimi was in such terrible pain when he lifted her into his arms. "Mimi, where are you hurting? What hurts you?" Mimi moistened her mouth and managed to say in a whisper " Metal, on my skin and in my stomach. Please. Don't push."

I managed to tell Charles about the metal. Oh my God, only if he knew how much it hurt when he lifted me up in his arms. My skin was on fire and I cursed the fact that I had to feel even when I had no nerves. I actually felt Charles' rage too. Charles said, "How about you try to fall asleep in the car, we'll be there soon so if you try to fall asleep it might be a bit more comfortable."

I said "Damon, nightmares. I don't want to fall asleep. "Charles sighed and said to me "Fine. Now I'm going to put you in the back of my car. Tell me what's the most comfortable position so you don't get hurt so much." I said "It's okay, it keeps me awake. No more, no more nightmares. No more fear, no more horror. "

Charles gently placed me in the back of his car and covered me with several blankets he had there. I wondered if I'd ever get warm again. The door was closed and after a moment I felt the car's engine roar to life. The car started moving.

I placed my hand so that it hit my stomach every now and then so that the fiery wave of pain would keep me awake. And also that my skin would rub against something so that the pain would keep me from sleeping. My stomach would cramp every now and then and I would feel a faint nausea as my stomach tried to empty itself. Nothing came out. I was left feeling even weaker. Eventually, we arrived. Charles had called someone on the way but had spoken so softly I couldn't hear. The car stopped and after a moment the doors opened.

Charles said "She's here, I heard her trying to vomit the whole way, fucking Salvatore sending nightmares and fear and terror, so Mimi is trying to stay awake no matter what. "Hello Mimi, we meet again." a soft Irish accent in her voice told her that Colin Farrel had arrived. He had fixed me up a few times before. He had seen me in a very bad way and had also found out that I was not a nice patient.

Colin sat down in the car next to me and brushed the hair from my forehead. "Young lady, I have a very strong sedative in this syringe. It will definitely put you to sleep. No fear. No terror. It'll be a hell of a lot easier for me to put you in a little better shape then, knowing you won't hurt." I nodded. It's not like Colin would have asked permission when he started looking for a vein. Something identifiable to stick an injection into.

I said " Heart is the only option if you don't want to examine me in the car," I said and coughed. The rib crush rubbed nasty against my lungs if I tried to breathe too much. I had stopped breathing in the cage because it was easier that way, but to talk, I needed sound and air so I had to try to breathe. Colin cleverly found my heart and the injection didn't feel much. The relief when the darkness came and the pain stopped was huge instead.

Colin went ahead as Charles carried the now unconscious and limp woman inside. He set Mimi down on the examination table on which Colin had earlier stocked supplies while Charles tried to describe the damage to Mimi he had seen in the cage. A bright light showed the whole situation. Mimi's arms and legs were covered in bone fragments, some of which were ossified, as was her back. The rib bones could not be felt and the deformity of the chest clearly indicated that it had been crushed in some way.

Her skin was peeled in places, and in some places, metallic paint was still clearly visible. Colin knew that sometimes that kind of brushed metal was used in interrogations but usually, an area the size of a credit card ensured that the victim would start talking. And the whole of Mimi was painted with it.

Colin knew about metals and they were his number one priority. First, they washed all the metal off Mimi's skin. Colin applied a thick herbal ointment and bound as much as he could before the surgery. Then he opened up Mimi's stomach and began to scoop out the mass of metal and visceral debris from inside Mimi. He had a suction machine and Charles was allowed to help and they eventually got all the thick mass out of Mimi but the flashes of metal here and there on the walls of the abdominal cavity told them that not all the metal was anywhere near gone. But that would help.

Colin was going to take blood tests to determine what metal was still in Mimi. But that's when he'd get the most damage repaired. First, they turned Mimi on her stomach and started to put her spine back together as best they could.

Colin and Charles worked around the clock. Charles made a very sarcastic phone call to his step-brother, Samuel, describing the condition of Mimi. Now she would sleep. Colin had gotten chelating agents for the metals, they were going through internal organ failure, and Mimi was slowly but surely increasing her bones. Charles also said that now he didn't think any Dresden potion would suddenly return Damon to normal, and even if it did, he wouldn't let Mimi anywhere near anyone. Samuel sighed. It wasn't supposed to go like this again.

Every time, these lessons or punishments to Mimi would get out of hand. Now she lay bruised, metalized, unconscious from a shed session in Charles and Colin's care. First, they fall under the spell and the Original Brothers of Satan rescue Mimi, then there's the Europe job, and then this punishment. Oh fuck. Then again, you just know Mimi's not going to be around the house much when the lady starts doing the gig again and keeping to herself.

Samuel stopped drinking and went to help take care of Mimi. He had brought some metal binders Damon had made but Mimi was having a bad allergic reaction. Of course. The lady has such a fucking strong will and now she's so pissed at Damon that none of his stuff works. Samuel decided to let Mimi stay here for now because if he moved Mimi into the house and no matter how much Damon regretted it, it's possible that even Damon's touch would cause Mimi to have an allergic reaction. Samuel returned to the clinics to continue and help those he could at the moment.

When Dresden found out what had been done to Mimi, he went and captured Damon, gave him another potion, and got his switch back on. But then came a phase that Dresden couldn't bear to endure. Remorse, self-loathing, and general annoyance. He sent Damon away. Damon had heard about Mimi's allergic reaction and again he'd gone overboard.

The idea had been that when he could get the fear reaction to sink in so that he could use his telepathy to find it, he would stop and then take her to Azore as a reward and compensation. But no, instead he had another sprain and had done the worst shed session to date, taking Mimi to the cage, hiding her and kicking her, and sending fear and terror all the way. Oh fuck. And they were quite recently married and hadn't even had a proper honeymoon yet.

I finally woke up when the sun was shining in my eyes and looked around for a moment. I was in a strange place and it took me a moment to rewind and wonder where I was. Probably at Charles' house. Yeah, probably there. The door opened and Charles came in with a tray and I smelled the coffee. For some reason, the coffee did hit me.

I thanked him for breakfast and went to eat. I didn't even notice that Charles hadn't gone anywhere but watched with interest as I destroyed the whole tray and quickly. Charles asked, " Do you want some more?" I nodded, there was still room for me even if I wasn't hungry. I ate three more portions and then I was just getting into the shower. 46 kilos, not bad considering what I went through. I thanked Charles and he took me to join the pack at Connecticut. I went to the house. And I took a deep breath. This was gonna be a real blast.

The men were sitting in the living room when I came in. I looked at them all murderously, and every one of them stood still. I took a deep breath and I started. "You idiots, you fools, you pussy-licking lazy worms. Now I'm really wondering if I want to be in this pack anymore. First, first I get tricked into a party and there are witches and I get made into a fertility statue. Put me in a cage with a uterine infection and forget about me. Luckily, Nick and Elias helped. And oh, did we talk. I was Nick's therapist half the time, so I got to model again.

Then when I've recovered enough to buy an island, I get a gig in Europe and I get to be a fucking Marrok for months on top of that. Then when the gig is over. The pack's doctor comes to put me right and leaves me in Monaco. The pack doctor. "

I stressed the word doctor because that's what Damon had been. The doctor. I continued, I was on a roll. "When I woke up, I got to work. I'm a flea, and I'm doing gigs. You all know that. I had an impromptu gig and I knew none of you would understand the importance of this gig, instead, Damon you were my husband, my partner, and decided to be my backup, my partner, you were a tongue twister. No, the wife's got her neck snapped and we're showing off to the whole bunch, help, this is what makes the gigs. I haven't even been fucking doing it for 20 years!" Oh, I got a good kick out of it.

The men were amazed when they started to think about it. I fucking had to. "The punishment for trying to save the world. Oh, yeah. Jellying, I think Magnum and Higgins told you pretty much exactly how I feel, jellying. Not good, so terrible in fact that I'd rather be unconscious. Then Mr. Salvatore starts training me, first cursing me with witches' stuff, but as I'm quite a unique case they were quite a bit stronger than you thought, wasn't that the case? You were supposed to be preyed upon. And then take the switch out. Take the shed. Make the worst session to date and that, I have yet to forgive. "

I was silent and finally said " No excuses, no nothing. You have no excuse, no one. Just have another party or take rescue girls for me again. Don't think I've got the rage just under the surface coming out. "

I walked away upstairs. I went to sit on the bed and sighed. I started to put my rage down. Now would not be the time for this. I wasn't going to run away from here. I'd just watch the men leave for sure, and fast. They can't stand the way women feel, especially when they know they're guilty. I sat up for a couple of hours and now I went into an empty kitchen and an empty house to eat. As I said. Cowardly bastards. I wouldn't go to work now.

Now I'd go to a local farmers market and empty my safe deposit boxes and actually go to our Texas castle. We had a wedding there, but it's a big place and you can get aquariums there. I'm thinking of going all the way to the pet store to buy fish. As I was eating there, my own homemade food because there wasn't any made for me in the fridge, I was wondering when will I have those good times again that make my soul sing.

Oh that I could use some of those too. After eating, I left to drive to Texas Castle once again by myself. Oh, that my life is fucked up sometimes, but I decided to start enjoying every little thing again and not tie my happiness to men, because the fools didn't appreciate it, not one bit.