I had already listed to Charles what I wanted, a hospital, a zoo, and a research facility to study werewolves and shapeshifters and their characteristics. I had got the idea that I should develop the perfect food for mimosa and that's where this facility came to me .

Charles and Adam and now Samuel listened to this idea enthusiastically and Charles started to put the wheels in motion for different facilities. Samuel started to look into this food thing and Mirella and I went through our wings. Some houses would also have a men's wing as Adam and Charles had taken up the challenge.

After we had been in Boston for a month, Damon came back relaxed and calm. He, too, began to design the men's wings. We girls just had a little plan that these would be strictly girl's wings and Mirella had found good locks for the doors and we designed them so you couldn't even get in through the outside. Then Bran finally started to get a nervous and surprise surprise, the men, I mean Adam and Charles were busy doing gigs all over America.

Well I didn't mind, Mirella and Mimosa and I had a lot of fun while we continued our wing work. Then Mirella had to come and rest in my head and I continued planning a fleas. I wouldn't go to the gigs now as I'd just see where they needed help.

I could keep passing around kill lists or gig planning but I wasn't actively going anywhere now. Damon was in the house making dinner and making sure I came to eat. I'd already had three flanks for not coming to dinner right away. So to be a good and obedient wife.

Then he kidnapped me again. I had just eaten a pretty big meal and was about to go back to my blasting job when I started to get tired and Damon came up behind me and started stroking me and said " Little bitch thinks I haven't noticed your little self-medications when you think I'm out of it, I can still hear and smell." His hands were already inside my shirt and my consciousness was well on the way to passing out. All I felt was him pick me up in his arms again and carry me into the car.

I woke up in the basement tied naked to the frame again and Damon said "Morning my little bitch, let's get started then. " I was already pretty wet and I don't understand what the ultimate turn-on was for me in this bondage but gosh I was wet. We went through the whole basement and there was so much new equipment I didn't think existed .

He fucked me furiously, possessively penetrating my pussy as if he owned my whole cunt. No mercy. He made me submit and surrender many times and then took me violently. Eventually, we ended up on the beach again and I took out my wildcat and decided to give it a go.

Damon looked on with a smile and said " Fine, come on then little kitty, let me teach you once again. " We fucked on the beach as fiercely and almost fighting as we had never done before, we were racing each other drinking blood and I was trying to control Damon and he so annoyingly effortlessly rolled me over and over and showed me how to exhaust and control a wildcat.

I laid on top of Damon in our paradise and said " Oh these times, these are the ones where Sark feels nowhere, any pain, horror, or experience is all in the background as I just enjoy being there. This is so fucking perfect. You, Damon, are so fucking perfect."

He grunted, wonderfully and said "Listen, baby, I'm far from perfect, you've noticed and you will, I don't want to spoil your enjoyment, but I have to say this even though it sounds really nasty to say, what Sark did back at the facility, the way he brought out the bad side of me, broke down some barrier I'd put up and now, Baby it may be that that side will come out more often and I don't know if the Dresden potions will help at all, it's really a shame to say at such a perfect moment but I have to. Because it may be that but that side won't let me warn you. You see, baby, whenever I control you, I mean in the basement or night stabbing, it keeps that side in check, weakens it or at least it used to weaken it and now I'm not at all sure about the whole thing." He sighed and fell silent.

I was silent for a moment and then said "Thanks for the warning, that's why our wings will be girl wings, I'm starting to recognize when that side is present so there will be a safe haven for me to retreat to. But now Damon, for a moment longer let me enjoy myself as this is absolutely wonderful. "

This was my last time ever in the Azores, and I didn't know it then, it wasn't Damon's last time, not by a long shot. He just found somebody else he always takes and today he took to the Azores. It's not ours anymore. It's their paradise now. I don't really have my own private paradise anymore unless you count Charles' lap.

We returned to the New Jersey mansion after three months of a harsh fucking honeymoon and Adam and Charles had to do gigs all the time. Then Bran announced that he was starting the first marrok negotiations at the Texas castle and everyone would be needed there. It would be mandatory. So we started to move there and I was looking forward with mixed feelings of dread to see what would come of these negotiations.

The Texas castle was a hive of activity and the men would have to be in the hall for the negotiations. I should let myself be fucked because Bran needed to relieve the pressure as he so nicely put it to me when he called me into his office and gave me a marrok order not to tell anybody.

Oh, I hoped I was strong enough to push through the order but when I woke up on Bran's office sofa with a bloody nose I realised I wasn't. And since I wasn't allowed to tell or in any way express it I couldn't go and ask any vampire for help, I thought it was so fucking unfair that even though I was a hybrid the marrok power worked so well on me but that's why it worked because I always became a marrok if something happened to Bran. And he said I hardly wanted to go and negotiate myself.

I had been given a room downstairs and I had to be nice when Bran came to unload. Fine then as we have no choice. The negotiations started at 8 o'clock in the morning and there were food breaks in between, at first I wasn't needed but after three days of negotiations the first order came.

When I went into the room to my surprise Damon was there looking at me like a piece of meat. Bran said, "I need to relieve the pressure but can you see that little bitch behaves?" Oh fuck. Bran had locked the door and Damon came and grabbed me, I smelled a wet dog and knew I was fucked. He said " Now Bran just needs a pussy to fuck, I'll give him one and he'll think it's you, but you and me, we've got some other stuff going on. " Then he snapped my neck.

I woke up in the basement or some dark spiked room and I knew this wasn't a sex game. Damon came in and started to jelly me up first. With thick orange jelly directly into my abdominal cavity, rubbing it enthusiastically. He said " We have time to play, missy. I'm not terribly happy with those wings but it will take time before they are ready. Now we are enjoying a little."

Medicine began to pour over me as he massaged and spread the jelly on my belly cavity. He watched me calm down enough and said "Let's start playing a little then". I got a rib crusher with metal blades that started sinking into the ribs as the magnets pulled them together. I got a herbal stabber that worked all over my body. He hadn't even turned the equipment on yet.

I was inside the stabber which was like a box and I could feel and imagine all the blades that were about to hit me, the tight squeeze on my chest told me how my ribs were about to be crushed. Then he only turned the equipment on after he had seen me really waiting and getting nervous.

The pain was immense and it came in so many forms that I was unable to pinpoint which things hurt the most. I could feel the stabber spitting herbs inside me that burned and hurt, how my sides were split open as the clamp crushed my entire chest into a bloody mass. And Damon gave me adrenaline and whatnot so I wouldn't pass out from the pain.

I don't know how long he kept torturing me. My legs got something in them that beat them again and the rib clamp and the stabber were all the time. Then he let my rage come out and said "Fine, I have now weakened you and given you your rage, how about we go to the gym now and fight so you can show me what you are made of? " I said as best I could in my head " Fine, as long as you untie me."

Damon gave me a half-hearted look and said "One condition is that that rib press stays on you, as you can see it's wireless these days. But let's go then if you still want to." yes I did.

We went to the gym and I didn't care, I attacked and Damon gave back, now he was enjoying himself. He had weakened me so much and even then I fought back but he was overpowered and enjoyed slowly and enjoyably crushing me.

He hit me with implants and drugs, broke my bones, kicked me, beat me. And finally, I didn't get up, my rage was gone, I was finished and now I didn't know what I could do, or who I could get help from.

He carried me to the medbay, took off the rib crusher, looked at me for a moment, and started crying and getting upset. Apologize and apologize. I forgave him and tried to get someone to show a little wiser side. No, after a while, after first crying against the bed for three hours when I looked at the clock, he got up and said "Sorry baby, gotta go, Bran got the marrok talks done and now time for the party, the girls are calling. " oh fuck, the fucking machine is there.

He'd been torturing me in the basement for two weeks, two fucking weeks and nobody suspected a thing because the negotiations were so awful. Damon had told me while he was torturing me how amusing it is to fool Bran sometimes when he thinks he's actually in charge.

Damon said " One of these days Mimi, I'm going to control myself and play with you for six months in a row. I can almost taste it. There are a lot of sides to it, baby. My pleasure, and the pleasure of not letting poor Charles save you, and the pleasure of beating you. It's going to be a pleasure on many levels and even though I know it's only going to be for a couple of weeks, it's a wonderful feeling.

You better start thinking about a lot of things in the future that I don't like so maybe I won't torture you all the time, you see Baby, you bring this on yourself. when you know what I am, jealous, possessive and now you have two other husbands, then I get pissed off a lot, that you just know how to get yourself equipped, and baby, I don't warn, I act. You can be sure of that. " I was silent and then I had not bothered to answer anything.

I lay on the bed unable to do anything. Damon had put Mimosa and Mirella to sleep to begin with so they wouldn't be any use either, then I would have to try and do something myself. I moved and started to look at whatever was the worst damage and started to put it right.

Time after time, I was getting somewhere, and I convinced myself that I was okay, and now I didn't want to see Damon anywhere near me. My rage had come out again and I let it play out because that's when I was able to function.

Charles came to medbay and was surprised at how unwell I was, when I told him what had happened Charles said "We're not having a party, the talks ended but only because Bran just struck back at the laws so the talks were for nothing, now Damon has been drinking for 3 days and now I understand why, honey you need help and Damon is the best to help. "

I looked at my husband and said quietly "Maybe so but no. So no. I'll fix myself, I'm a fucking trauma surgeon. Now go and don't say a word to Salvatore." Charles sighed and said " First Mimi, that rage needs to be put away, and then we'll help. Whether you're a trauma surgeon or not it's a bad idea to operate on yourself. Do I have to get all upset with you about this or what! " Charles' eyes flashed and I thought " This guy really has balls, come and boss me around when I'm getting myself in shape. It's not like they're going to decide who fucking treats me and who doesn't. "

I looked at Charles and said, " Give me a couple of days please and I'll show you that I can do this, I'll really be fine soon." Charles sighed and walked away from the medbay without saying a word. I continued to think about what to do next and was about to go and put one of my ribs in place again, I was putting them in place one by one, that's how much I always suffered when a voice from the doorway said:

"Young lady, that's where your antics end, now get on that bed and stay where you are or I'll stun you where you stand." I turned around and looked Damon in the eye and said in an angry voice "Perhaps you came to admire the marks on your hands, Salvatore. I don't want or need you now, so fuck off, get lost !" Damon walked up to me and said " Really Mimi"! Then he hissed at me at vampire speed and once again snapped my neck so fast I didn't even realize it.

I woke up chained to the bed and watched Damon pulling different drugs into a syringe and putting them into drip bags, then he said without turning his head, "Good that you still have such a good healing ability, it will help you recover better as soon as I operate on you. As I said, Mimi, that side is more in evidence. I can't swear it didn't strike again at some point, it didn't really appreciate our holiday in the Azores. "Now, baby, it's sleepy time again." he came and put me to sleep by stabbing me right in the heart.

Damon Adam and Charles would cut Mimi and set the bones and stuff as right as they could. They filled the cavity of the body with loose space with a bump and put the nourishment in the drip. Now Mimi would just rest and recover. Mirella had come loose after the operation and gone off to do some wing work, Damon kept Mimi asleep for a week and then let her wake up.

I woke up in the medbay still in chains, Interestingly, I remembered what Damon had said during the torture session. " This is quite different from what I did to you in the basement in the Azores isn't it, it's not the feather stick I'm going to tickle you with here and there. Look, baby, as if the nice part of me would very much like to be some kind of double person or deny this pleasure you see, I'm not a different creature if I remember our wonderful moments aren't I?

If that's just my way of trying to get you to stay with me, to make you believe that this part of me that I've now given power to is somehow different or that the nightly stabbings and flanks will help me not to take you to the shed, oh please baby, believe it, believe it hard and let me always break that belief.

See now you will begin to see and know me fully when I no longer have to contain everything, in myself. Come on baby, read some psychology or some manuals and you'll see. That defending myself is just my adjustment mechanism so I don't go all broken when I hurt the one I love, but when baby, I've always done it, since the beginning of time.

The one I love is also the one I hurt and fix. That's my kind of spin, yes you've probably by now learned to see that, it's just a matter of when you accept it. Now I've got you to be with me properly, to marry me again and again so that you don't deny you love me, you always want to be with me. "

After this little statement I looked at Damon with different eyes and he came to me and said " Good morning, your bones are fine and you are still quite weak, now you are not going anywhere until I make sure you don't get any infection. "

I looked at him for a moment and said " Is that true, what you said in the cellar, that you really have always hurt the one you love? Always ?" Damon looked me in the eye and said " There's no point in denying it, after all that pouring out, but yes, I've never hurt anyone else as bad as I hurt you, but yes, I've always done it. Why do you think I kill my girlfriends?

There's no point in denying it so hard when I'd like that evil to be some part of me so separate that I could get it out of me, but no. It's just me baby. Or some flawed part of me anyway. Just like you are sometimes a flea or a pretender, they are a side of you but not all the time, hard to explain. I'm so old and tired sometimes and I think that's a factor, but also that I've been a brutal and ruthless vampire for so long. "

' He got up and went to check some results on the computer. Then he walked out of the I medbay and after a few minutes, my shackles fell open. I then got out of bed and no he wasn't lying when he said I was weak when I was. I started moving and realized I was in a New Jersey mansion alone. I called Charles and said he was at a gig, and Mirella and Mimosa were watching a wing project somewhere in the house.

I couldn't understand why Damon left. What was so bad about facing the truth, but if he just couldn't face the whole thing now? I don't know. All I know is that I needed company and now I was on my own again, weak and not going to go to any gigs or actually go anywhere until I got myself together.

I started eating and walking, putting the aquariums in order waiting for the fish and plants. I did have large plant tanks to get some of the tanks in place, I called Damon and left a message that I missed him and he could have stayed to rehabilitate me. But he didn't call back and a week later I got a message that my voicemail never got through or was rejected. He just didn't want to be with me now, fine I'd be fine, I had to once again and I knew I couldn't really trust anyone but myself because there were always gigs and women, things that took the loves of my life away from me.

And I couldn't have heart pictures in my eyes sighing the whole time I had to work and get myself in shape. Then after I'd been in recovery for two weeks Charles called and said our animal hospital was getting ready to open, I started to get excited.