The trip to the ship wasn't that long this time and Damon was almost on his phone the whole way. I had decided to leave work matters aside from the victims out of this cruise because it wasn't part of the job, to begin with. We went on board and again I found that we had our own cabins and me and the men had cabins far apart.
The only cabin closest to us was Brans. Really if a fucking rapist thinks he's going to come at me it's not going to work. I won't. The men went to negotiate and I went to prey, and oh my wonder how easy it was. Not all the victims would die immediately, but all would be dead by the time this cruise was over, that's how much I worked to get the different causes and poisons done so it wouldn't be strange if twenty people died on the ship in one day, not that these poisons did their job in a day or two maybe a week, but they worked.
Always. There was no antidote and the victim didn't even realize he was being poisoned until he died. And not always then either. I was effective. I killed 30 victims on the first day. The next day I would have my first meeting with the wives. I wasn't looking forward to that. But it was what it was. It would always be from 9:00 to 12:00. It would be no more than 3 hours and after that, I could go shopping or do anything.
At least I wanted to kill my victim off. Then I'd be free. Damon was in meetings all day, and so were Adam and Bran. It wouldn't be terribly likely that I'd get any men on this cruise, at least not right away. But the little bitch was well taken care of and I was very happy with that fact. I had dinner on board. At various restaurants. I tested them out over the course of a day. I went to 5 different restaurants to try the food.
Then I went to one liquor store. As I said, my secret vice is good white wine. Spumante one delicious lovely white wine. There was a special edition of Spumante with real edible golden hips. And it was advertised that this was a special wine for the wives club and I could taste it there. But if I liked it, I could pick it up and take it home. I bought a couple of different brands of white wine.
The ones I knew were good and took them back to the cabin. They had so little alcohol in them, I couldn't get my head around it. For the men, I bought strong liquor, which came in cute little bottles, but they were made especially for supernatural creatures and they were fucking strong. I think it would be nice to put a single small bottle on a Damon and watch the gentleman get drunk off his ass.
Be all innocent then, oh sorry. I didn't mean it to be that strong. It would be another little 1-0 done. yeah, there are always those times for this individual it's nice to do. Oh that if there was still a darling side on the other side. It would be absolutely perfect. I went to bed at night because there was definitely no fight club here.
When the surveillance cameras showed the subject was asleep, the investigators began. And put gas coming out of the air conditioning vent into the target's cabin. They waited twenty minutes. Then they used a master key to open the cabin door.
They went to the subject and gave her a long-acting anesthetic and turned her on her back. Then they started to extract the enzyme. They had a new way. They irritated the liver. They sprayed it with a thin layer of platinum. and the enzymes started coming out. They spent all night collecting the enzyme.
And at 6.00 am in the morning, they pulled out, let the wound heal and the target recover. The target doesn't even know they're collecting the enzyme. The target would be captured when the cruise was over that was the agreement. That's what they paid for. Bran Cornick who had arranged this and had agreed that they could do whatever they wanted to the target for five weeks and then take it back to the facility. The fee had been substantial.
I woke up this morning exhausted. And I didn't understand Why? But fine, I'd have half an hour or an hour and a half, before I'd have to. Meeting with the wives. I went into the shower and thought, why is my stomach so damn sore. What the fuck did I do yesterday. Is it the remnants of a little bitch session or what? The upper right side of my stomach. My liver.
I thought about it for a while. I wonder if Damon's already been stabbing me in the night, but it wasn't exactly like that either. But it was what it was. I didn't go into any more analysis. I put on my summer dress and did my hair neatly. Braided bun. I put on some neat makeup. I went upstairs to the wives' club.
There were maybe thirty or so women. There was chatter and I went and introduced myself and started chatting about the most trivial things, but the wine was good it had real golden hips I saw them floating in the drink and I was assured they were good for everyone. They were all some kind of werewolf or shape-shifter and none of them got sick from it.
It's the perfect wine. It was expensive because it had real gold in it, but it was a luxury drink in a way. It was just something safe to drink. One of the women was always young looking. The girl reminded me of Amanda Seyfriend, the actress who played the lead role in Mamma Mia. I told her about Damon, I told her about our pack life and she seemed absolutely delighted, what handsome men I have. I promised we could meet tonight, even if it was at a nightclub.
I knew the men went to a certain club so I could show these women who I was actually married to. I didn't mind if Damon took strange women. I warned these women that Damon might try to pick them up too... The women seemed to be giggling amongst themselves hoping my husband would take them. Feel free. As I said, Damon is what he is. When the 3 hours were up. The group dispersed.
Everyone went their separate ways. I was thinking that so far I have not been informed of any family life or any relationship. But hey, this is only the second day of the cruise. I killed the rest of the victims that day. Yipii no more work. Off to browse the shop. Shoe shops oh yea, I had a good time there for a long time. I didn't buy terribly many pairs of shoes, but the browsing and pondering.
Do I buy them or not do I really need these shoes or not? But those would be so nice and I'm not getting those shoes anyway. Maybe that's why Damon doesn't go to the store and buys online. I went to the store until I got a lot of different candies and stuff. But there is one little problem. I have to get approval from my husband, so whether to eat them or not. But I'll get around to that job somewhere.
I had been shopping all day and again when evening came I went to bed. I didn't go to the nightclub because Damon said they were no longer at the nightclub, they had meetings all night, so we'll see about that another day when I tried to introduce them, I don't know if he lied to me or not, and I didn't care, I went to bed and actually slept well without nightmares.
Every morning I woke up with a stomach ache. I thought at some point I need to ask this Damon to look me over what on earth am I so sore about? Every morning I did go through the women's club and no wise information came out of it. Adam and Damon got their victims killed quickly, so that was that. Then after five days of cruising, I finally got all the women to the nightclub to see my husband.
I actually put on a vinyl dress for myself. Just knee-length, tight as anything, and a bright hot pink color. I walked calmly into the nightclub and saw that there was Damon in the middle of the ladies. None of them were members of the club but there were around him.
Adam, Bran, and Samuel were chatting to the men. There was a group of women stalking around them. At the bar, I struck up a conversation with a nice-looking bartender. I took a double shot of tequila and after a while, I started walking across the floor of the nightclub towards the tables. I went to sit at one of the tables and this young guy in his thirties came up to me.
He too was a werewolf or a shapeshifter. He recognized me, America´s sweetheart or flea He was actually one of the fleas, but we hadn´t met in person. I chatted with him about pretty standard things a little bit of this and that. I hadn't been paying that much attention to the surroundings.
Suddenly a tight grip on my arm and someone lifted me up and pressed me against him. Damon had noticed that I was chatting with a strange man he roughly slammed me against the wall. We kissed with fucking passion and fervor. Do I always have to talk to strangers to get my husband to notice me?
He held me tight against the wall and let his hands wander. I groaned when he touched my liver, but luckily he didn't mind. Then he turned me to face the wall and lifted my hem. I heard him unzipping his own pants and pressing his thighs between my legs, spreading them.
A hot thick glans began to penetrate between my pussy lips, parting and spreading them mercilessly. I felt a hard hot rod sink into me from the force and I was helpless at the mercy of this intruder. He pushed all the way to the bottom and started fucking me hard, passionately and so clearly that everyone in the nightclub who was just looking in our direction could see what we were doing.
I could feel myself starting to whimper and whine. He put his forearm in front of my face and said in my head. "Bite it and don't whine you little bitch, you asked for it". When I bit my teeth into his arm, he pressed it so tightly against my mouth that it was like a gag.
He controlled me again in a new way. He was biting me on all sides. Finally, he exploded as I had come myself and twice and I felt him flood his hot lust nectar deep inside me. I was all jelly. If he hadn't been holding me by the waist I would have spilled on the ground like a wet rag.
He said in my ear " Fine, I can own you in public if you like. Just talk to one strange man and then you'll see what the act is, darling, this was a warning. " Then Damon put his trousers on and went off to talk to the other men. I went to sit at one of the tables by myself and soon the women of the club began to flock to the table praising Damon and his performance.
I sat there for the evening and the women started talking about sex and then the conversation turned to the heat. How they are stressful and annoying, and how heat messes up family life and couple relationships. I noticed Bran was sneaking closer to listen, always better when he gets to hear for himself and I don't have to have anything to do with him.
The women got all worked up in their ranting and started comparing what kind of heat would be good and how long their heat would last and then they started talking about how they were pregnant all the time and having babies, 15 of these women were pregnant at this point and 10 had quite small children at home. How it was good that the pack was looking after the children and especially the babies and stuff.
I couldn't even listen to all of it, I could see Bran was listening. Good for him. I'm not interested in politics of any kind, I'm more of a woman of action. Then I went back to the cabin to sleep. I was just wondering when I fell asleep that I've been through a lot of hard work lately and yet I can still sleep easily in a strange environment.