I woke up in spiky handcuffs in bed and didn't really understand what the hell was going on until I realized that I had somehow been taken into the medical establishment. Then Mr fucking Sark walked up to me and said "Isn't it incredibly nice that I have some old magic in my family and we have this cloning thing where if one of my bodies dies the next one comes back to life and remembers everything that's happened. "

Oh, that pissed me off severely. Fine, let's just kill the whole fucking family in the meantime and see if they come back to life or find a solution. The top of my bed started to rise and I saw through the cascading mirror that Damon was unconscious on the other side with electrodes in his head.

Sark said "Now your husband, congratulations on your wedding once again, is a vampire and wolf hybrid but he has a tendency to take his emotions out of the equation so to speak or maybe he just has a different personality but either way let's see if I can get your husband in the right frame of mind so that he can deal with you in our facilities. We're pretty good at this already."

Oh fuck, so Damon into the right frame of mind so that he'll give me a shed session in a fucking medical facility. I had to watch helplessly as Damon's brain was manipulated and his brainwaves read with excitement, then they reduced the medication and removed Damon when they were satisfied with his progress.

There was no microphone in the room so I could hear what Sark was actually saying to Damon but I recognized the look of a piece of meat as he looked directly into the mirror. I'd be screwed.

Soon Damon came into the room and said " Oh baby, now you get to try out the new equipment and drugs again. Do you know how much I'm looking forward to this? I'm just going to get acquainted and make a plan and then we'll get started."

My voice was paralyzed and I didn't really know what to do here, I could take out my rage but not yet because I didn't want any kind of rage control. It would be my secret weapon and I would use it when the time and place was right. I would also decide on the method myself. But I can say this wasn't quite the honeymoon I thought it would be.

A couple of hours later, Damon came back with a bunch of medicine bottles and syringes. He looked at me appraisingly and said "First baby, we need to get you a little easier to handle, so I'm going to sedate you first, then we're going to move into the handling area and I've got so many great machines to try and I've got a pretty awesome arsenal of drugs so you're going to get to be a guinea pig for real."

He pulled the drugs into the syringe and came and put them into the cannula and pressed the plunger. My head went cloudy immediately and he looked closely into my eyes and finally after the third syringe nodded in satisfaction.

He said, "That combination will keep you sedated until the equipment kicks in so to speak, and yes there are some drugs in there we'll try." He untied me and lifted me into his arms and carried me down the hall to a large room full of shed session equipment.

The room was empty, and a guard or whatever locked the door behind him. He put me on the machine and strapped me in. Damon said "This thing starts stabbing and shredding, it's kind of like a combined stabbing and shredding machine. You get good treatment in it. While I'm doing this I'm putting some medicinal cocktail on that other device, normally I would have loaded these devices well in advance but as this is an extempore type of session I'm doing this while I'm doing this. It's not like you're running away from anywhere." He turned on the equipment and I was literally being mutilated.

The pain ripped through me as the fiery projectiles were stabbing through my body and at the same time the blades were slicing me all over, the sedation only paralyzed my concentration so I couldn't yet get my rage on the machine was relentless and I was in it for a long time. Damon would say something every now and then but I didn't register it because the pain and agony were too much.

Eventually, my consciousness shut down when I hurt too much. I woke up to the fact that I was being moved. I hurt everywhere and felt tired, confused, and sedated. Exactly what I hated. To be so fucking helpless. Damon put me in the now stationary device and tied me down the device was like some kind of sarcophagus and my head luckily didn't get caught inside, the inside of the device was some kind of fabric or plastic because it was flexible under me.

Damon said "This thing beats, so there's pistons that beat your whole body, and as you can see the device is loose at first, it gets tighter as things go on and then you start to get damage, I don't want to break baby you right away, I want this to last I could probably handle you for six months if you ever get through it. "

He turned the machine on and I felt the pistons hit but as I said the machine had room to move at first and instinctively I dodged but when I dodged one then another one always hit, the machine started to squeeze around me tighter so I couldn't dodge anymore. The blows were now much harder and more destructive.

Damon said "Don't worry about your amplification enzymes, these will happily take up all the tissue as long as you take the time to develop it, I may give them my blood so your tissue will be better preserved.

I felt like I could never get off the machine it just kept beating and beating and beating me over and over again. Then Damon came to open and he was admiring my body which was as big as a bruise and he felt my body. He said "Excellent come on tissues yes you are already pretty full, I think I will let you drain first. And then it's time for the ripping crusher."

He took me off the machine and lifted me onto a table in the same room. He said "I'm going to cut baby you right here myself and I'm going to block the rest of that enzyme so we can get on with it. " He coldly and calmly chopped open my stomach and scooped out everything inside me and then sprayed the enzyme blocker and waited for me to grow just one organ.

Then he just let the wound heal. Of course, I was in spiked grips throughout the operation but without any sedation or pain relief that was torture in itself.

He untied me and carried me to another table and put my arms straight out to my sides on the support arms that came off the table and fastened them down. Then he took a metal clamp and felt my rib and put the clamp around my rib from my skin so that my skin broke because the clamp had tremendous force and really sharp teeth.

He put a clamp like this on each rib and they hurt all by themselves. My arm got it too, as my shoulder bones and my collarbone, and my elbow bones. He hadn't put the clamps on my legs yet when he put some devices on them that went the whole length of the leg, the table wasn't fixed, and what I was lying on, you could feel the seams a little bit here and there.

He said "Those clamps will tighten up as long as your bones hold out and then they'll start pouring out these wonderful medicines that I've now loaded into this device. Your spine will be treated at the same time. This is a bone crusher, baby, enjoy. " He turned the machine on. The pain from the clamps made the lights go off behind my eyes.

At the same time, I felt thousands of needles sinking deep into my leg, injecting something. Similar clamps went up my spine as I felt them bite into every vertebra, one by one. They started twisting and turning my vertebrae, crushing, and bruising them and I knew that if my spinal cord died, I would feel everything.

I was slowly running out of strength, and I couldn't keep pushing to be fully conscious and aware of where I was going, I let the unconsciousness take me where it didn't hurt quite so badly.

Device by device, I started to get really tired. The pain was just horrible and Damon kept me on the machines for a long time, he kept pouring as much of the pharmaceuticals into me as he could find and they just made it worse because they messed up my head even more. I

don't know how long he had been torturing me. I did know that from time to time he would lift me up on the table, put me in shackles, and let Sark examine me and Sark would bring in new drugs which he was eager to try. My rage had been put right down.

I didn't even feel it again and I was getting quite desperate. I thought in my mind when I was back on the table and I didn't have a cold because there were so many drugs that were messing with my thermoregulation and my metabolism, I thought how fucking unfair.

Oh fuck if I had a substance that would make me get a flank type, but where would I get one. I thought to myself, yeah, a flank guy would be the best option because Doctor Damon would just start treating. And now my head started to get a very nasty headache between my eyes and I felt a pressure in my head.

When Damon came closer I tasted a peach and realized that my teeth had made some substance. Fine. I'll bite then. Damon came to untie me from my restraints to move me back to the beater and I took and got my teeth to hit his arm and drained my substance quickly and efficiently.

Damon cursed and carried me to the machine still cursing and turned it on. I was trying to hold on and I thought if it was poison I'd put it in. Suddenly Damon's demeanor changed and he became more alert he furrowed his brow as if he wasn't quite up to speed, and he said in my head, " Where the fuck am I, we were driving and then this car came straight at me, baby, are you okay?"

I said in my head "Turn around I'm here in the machine, they somehow got your shed session guy out and he's now been torturing me here for Lord knows how long and is good mates with Sark, but now you need to let me have a moment in this machine and make sure we get out first.

Take Damon, get your rage out, and go kill everyone, Sark has some kind of replication magic in the family so there's always another Sark, go, now before they discover my little stuff worked again. " Damon walked to the door and spoke something for a moment, the door opened and Damon rushed into action.

I thought even if he killed everyone at some point this thing would stop beating the crap out of me, I was in a lot of pain actually I was in a lot more pain but it was important we had a way out, it wouldn't help if Damon was captured right away and they turned him into the wrong mode again.

I concentrated on saving my strength and as Damon was talking to me in my head " Baby, we've been here for five weeks, I'm about to kill everyone so I'm coming to rescue you, fucking sark head on the run but don't worry, I'll get it any day now. What's your situation? "

I said "I'm fine, as long as I get out and away from these machines, I'm fine. " I was as deep in my medicated state as I could be but I knew I had to put that feeling to rest for a while and not tell Damon everything I was going through. As long as I can get somewhere dark to sleep or be, I'll be fine.

I knew that when Damon was in a rage he wouldn't be quite as sharp with me and might believe me if I pretended enough. Mimosa's heat could last three to four months even, so once I get out of here and Damon goes on the hunt, that's how well I know that hothead, then I'll be safe. Then there's nothing to worry about.

Damon finally came and took a couple of sheets and turned off the machine while he took his time examining it, he removed the lid and I held out my hand to get one of the sheets as he unhooked me from the machine. I wrapped myself in the sheet and decided to walk myself. I took another sheet and wrapped them around me a little tighter because I was wounded and bleeding.

I was in a drug-induced panic and had a god-awful metal pain and herbs and all sorts of other medicine. I knew I was cold, and my sugars didn't want to last again. Damon was walking ahead with rage on full display and I followed behind, as I said he was now in the mood to chase as soon as he could get me to safety. As long as I made him believe I was ok.

I got in the car where Damon had gone and got in the back seat. He said, "Not quite the honeymoon we had planned, we were supposed to do a romantic tour of France and then end up in the Azores, but I don't know where we're going to end up."

He drove off and drove for a while. I was more or less a ball in the back seat, just hoping we'd get there soon so I could get to safety. We were in Chicago, well, my bedroom downstairs would do just fine and I got out of the car in a hurry. Damon also got out of the car and walked in with me.

I said, " Go ahead and chase the sark, I know you want to, like I said I'm tough and alive, now I'm going to rest and shower, soon I'll be fine and then we can watch that honeymoon." Damon sighed and said " First of all missy, you're not going to be fine after five weeks of sessions, no way. Secondly, I'm not going to go chasing after Sark as it's no good yet, not until we figure out that spell, thirdly Missy, we're going downstairs to the medbay now and we're going to get you fixed up. "

I tried to say. "I'm all right, look let me sleep in that bedroom downstairs and you find out about the spell. " Damon looked at me for a long time and said "You seem to be on quite a lot of meds and panic meds at that, I'm definitely not letting you go to sleep, now get out of there. "

Damon came over to me and lifted me into his arms and cursed. He said "You're not going to weigh anything again, no wonder you've got those sheets wrapped around you, well darling don't worry everything will be alright. " He carried me downstairs to the medbay and put me on the bed. He hadn't even turned the lights on yet when he knew how I felt.

Damon said, "Now, first of all, I'll come next to you and see if I can get you to sleep for a while just like that. " It was strange that this wasn't the normal bossy Doctor Damon when he came over to my bed and took me against him and held me tightly so that I could hear the familiar heartbeat and I started to calm down. Eventually, I fell asleep.

Damon held his wife against him. She was cold, thin, with wounds and bruises, Damon couldn't hear that Mimi had any circulation so her injuries would be much worse than she let on, but his telepathy had told him clearly as Damon felt the confusion and panic that was swirling in Mimi's mind like some sort of wrecking ball, that she really wasn't all right and couldn't be left alone.

As Mimi's slight trembling and shaking began to subside and he felt her delicate body relax, Damon picked up his phone and texted Colin about it. He still couldn't get to Mimi anymore. Colin said he would be there in two hours and Damon was pleased.