I went on with the gigs, I'm not listening to one Salvatore fucking machine. I'd been back on the road for a week after that little incident and hadn't heard a peep from the Lord. I was at Texas' house and drove out. I figured I'd stay at the house for a couple of days and then move on. I had already finished the list Mimosa had given me the day before and was about to leave to empty my safe deposit box. I got out of the car and locked it. When I got to the front door and started to dig the key out of my pocket someone grabbed me tightly and I felt a prick in my neck before everything went black.
I woke up and was standing up on some kind of rack. Damon walked over to me and said " That trick of yours, well here's what comes of it, baby." He said with an angry sneer. The wet dog stank. He put some kind of panels around me so that my body was in a box. I was on some kind of saddle so I wasn't hanging by my limbs. He adjusted the saddle or seat so that it supported my weight. Then he brought some sort of movable racks near my arms and legs. He put my arm near one of the racks so that it was up to my arm. It was like a long steel pipe and there were a lot of short stems coming out of it where there were joints. There were tanks under the rack and they had hoses running down some of the stems. There were similar ones by my feet. I was naked.
"Baby, you've got a full body stabber and these things, well I call them injectors because they inject into your limbs, herbs, medicines, and metals. " Damon then picked up another movable table and pulled it closer. It had a hose in it. He came in front of me. My head was attached to some kind of support and he pushed the nasogastric tube into me, up to the base of my small intestine. Then he brought one of the drip racks and there were several bags of different metals hanging from it. That's what I saw. I said " If you think I want to spend time with you after this, you are mistaken. " Damon looked at me coldly and said " That offer expired a long time ago. Now I'm taking my pleasure once again. Let's see if I've managed to strengthen you at all. This stabber is slow. It sinks the knife slowly. And then you'll soon have a belly full of metals, and your guts. Let's see how well I strengthen you while I take pleasure in allowing myself to do this." He opened the drip and I felt the metal start to drain into my stomach, my ten liters. He turned it all on.
The pain was intense. The knives sank in slowly and mercilessly. The metal burned my stomach and my limbs felt like they were on fire. The injectors found the nerves and injected some medicine into them so that terrible nerve pain radiated through my limbs all the time. The full-body stabber lived up to his name. I didn't even count how many blades were sinking into me at once. The metals made me feel really bad and I started vomiting. Oh, how wonderful. Mercury. And I said the herbs were pretty fucking high in aconitum and sage, one particular sage made me very nauseous, and Samuel had kept that extract as an emergency in case I should ever be made to vomit. I threw up blood, metals, who knows what.
The stabber was picking up the pace and the strength, but slowly. I don't know how long I could last. Damon walked around me and talked. All the time. How I don't know how to behave. Or how I'm getting pretty well weak already. How much metal he's put in me. Then he took out the stabber and the injectors. He rinsed me again with cold water and unhooked me from the rack. I was completely finished. When the pain stopped I felt like I was going to pass out right there. Damon came in front of me and punched me in the stomach before releasing me. Yeah, I didn't pass out yet.
He carried me to the table and put me down. I was on some kind of rocks and my position was not comfortable. I was always hurting somewhere. He pushed a button and the middle of the table went down. So I was sort of in a cradle or something and now there were stones on the side. He turned on the switch and the rocks started moving. Everywhere it ached and hurt as the rocks made it impossible to find a position. Then he put a similar cloth on my belly with stones inside that moved. He tied it tightly to me and made sure that everywhere the stones moved. The stones on top of me were pressing and rubbing against the mess of metal in my stomach. I kept trying to turn my head and throw up somewhere to the side because well the mercury was working and so were the herbs.
Then he came to take me out of it at some point. Put me in some kind of bath which burned so damn bad and I saw blisters forming on my skin. He kept me in the bath until the blisters lasted and my skin didn't heal. Then he put me back on the cold steel table and I felt the blisters on my back burst. He took long needles with a syringe attached and injected something into every joint, shoulder, hip, elbow, and knee. He waited 10 minutes and then he dislocated each joint.
Shoulders, hips, knees, elbows. The pain was just immense and Damon said as I screamed " Well, well, baby, look at that. I gave you a substance that softens your collagen, now that your joints are being stretched the collagen is starting to give way more and more. You're going to have infinitely loose joints. Infinitely. Look at me stretching your ligaments more and more." He pushed some substance into my joint which increased the pressure and stretched it even more.
Eventually, he always tested my joints and they were really loose. Then he would open up every joint and because my healing ability was not up to scratch, he would grind the joint socket lower so that, for example, my shoulder wouldn't hold at all in place, or my hip. Not to mention my knee. He put or tried to walk me and was very happy when I couldn't. My joints were dislocated just from standing. Then he put me back on a full-body stabber. Until I wasn't even conscious, no matter how much it hurt. He delivered me straight to Magnum's hotel room.
I woke up to someone trying to wake me up. Magnum. He cursed harshly and very gently probed me through. I managed to tell him about my joints. Or at least I tried to. Magnum said "Shh, try to be quiet Samuel and Colin are coming. There's nothing to worry about," Fine then no talking. Magnum went against Colin and Samuel. "Mimi is pretty damn weak again. Her joints have somehow been treated so they can't hold in place, she's vomiting, or trying to vomit. Her skin is full of blisters, sores. "
Samuel said " You go and find Damon and get him to Dresden. Because once again, he's the best one to get Mimi well. " Magnum nodded and went off to hunt. Colin and Samuel came up to me and groped me through. Mirella was awake and said. "I could help if I get away from you. At least for a while before Magnum gets Damon sorted out. " I said " Go ahead if you can. " Mirella said "I can probably be out for three to five days already. I can get you some help if those two will let me." Mirella jumped out and Samuel said, " Wow, wow are you sure Mimi can take that?"
Mirella said " How about I just let you two know what we've been through again these four weeks, once we get Mimi out of pain? She is full of metals, mercury in particular causes very nasty nausea. Do either of you have anything for that?" Samuel dug into his bag and said "Let's put the lady into a deep sleep so the nausea doesn't get that far. Works every time. " Mirella nodded and took Colin into the other room and told him pretty much everything that had been done to Mimi. Samuel came up to me and said " Are you feeling wise now? Don't worry. This will make the nausea go away. " He took a needle and stuck it straight into my heart from my side. I fell asleep immediately.
Samuel took a quick look at Mimi. He didn't give me any more medicine yet. That ought to keep the lady sedated all the way to the house. It would be another jelly bath and joint support before the healing process kicked in. He carried Mimi with extreme care to the car and Colin and Mirella got in. They drove to the house and Samuel actually got a stretcher with which Mimi was better moved. He wanted to keep the joints as aligned as possible because when Mimi started to heal it would be very painful if the ligament started to tighten when the joint was not in place.
Colin and Mirella discussed when Samuel was working again. In the end, Mirella had to go back in less than 24 hours as she couldn't cope because Mimi was so weak she couldn't be out. Samuel was happy because of what Mirella had suggested. There had been some pretty brutal methods, including a full skin peel or removal of all ligaments. Lightening Mimi's anesthetic so that she could sweat the metals out.
I woke up. I was in pain and still all metal. Mirella said "I've unwound your anaesthetic because we need to start sweating the metals out. Then I can stay out longer. The metals are stopping me from being outside. Now you need to start sweating the metals off. I'll help you. I can get it on, I just have to hang on, but this will help. " I was getting very hot and I could feel myself sweating. And wet I started to smell the metals and I saw my skin was grey, the sweat was burning because the metals were silver, platinum. Tin or something like that. I thought I'm not up to it. The sweating seemed to take the rest of my strength. I was lying in bed when Damon and Samuel walked into the room. Samuel started swearing and so did Damon. He came up to me "No no, Mimi. Now we have to stop. Don't do this. You're not going to last. You're not going to make it. " Damon's voice was commanding and he was clearly serious.
Samuel said "Fucking Mirella set this up. She tried to offer before. You see a lady can't be out of Mimi for long if Mimi has metals in her. That's why. " Damon cursed softly. I looked at him and said "I forgive you for the whole thing by the way. I've been sweating for quite a while now, maybe this will help. " Damon came over to me and squatted down. "Mimi, that will stop soon, once I get the tooth stuff that puts Mirella to sleep, ready. You can't take it, your straps can't take it. You understand. But it'll stop in a few minutes." He got up and walked for a few minutes. Then he came and struck his teeth into my neck and I felt Mirella fall unconscious into her coffin, and the lid of the coffin just slammed shut.
The heat began to recede, and the tiredness too. I thought about changing my position and started to roll over in bed. Samuel and Damon both came over to take hold of me "Mimi stay still. You'll be asleep soon as that medicine kicks in, but your joints are just getting tight so leave them in place. Okay." Samuel was determined. They held me until I felt my eyelids go heavy and I fell asleep.
Damon and Samuel started to wipe Mimi and make sure the joints were in place. The skin had already healed but now it had new cuts and bruises from being burned by the sweat metals. They carefully washed Mimi several times and Damon drained several litres of human blood into Mimi's stomach. It helped the herbs bind and come out in the piss. Mimi was catheterized and produced twenty liters of green pee a day, guaranteed by Damon's dental substances that pissed and the human blood that bound the herbs. The dental matter pulled the bound herbs into the piss. There had been talk that when you tried it outside you could try the metals on the leftovers. Mimi had already had several chelation treatments that lasted but she was weak and treatment would take time.
Damon cursed himself. He was so fucking weak. The gig had gone wrong and he'd jumped into fucking women and then hadn't even bothered to go on a really heavy trip with Mimi. Mimi really needed him and she didn't. He needed to get laid. And then get mad at Mimi when she didn't want to be his lapdog. Yes, Damon understood the revenge and he himself didn't understand why he was angry that Mimi didn't come to the house and be with him. He'd just realized again how the lava inside him was really churning and then it was back to being out of control. And this was the result. He was a beast. A monster. Fortunately, Mimi always got better, and for the time being, maybe she understood. Damon just didn't know how long Mimi's understanding would last, because he'd felt the rush of victory, the pleasure his fury had taken when Mimi was done. Finished. Completely broken and defeated. That feeling, that pleasure was so wrong for Damon and yet he couldn't deny it. there it was, the pleasure. Uninhibited pleasure and Damon knew Mimi had seen and heard it too. He spoke. He didn't know why he was talking all the time. but he couldn't stop himself. He just was what he was. Time would tell where this would go.
Mimi was under anesthesia for another three weeks. Damon had weakened Mirella enough that she wouldn't be able to get Mimi out for at least two years. He was very upset about how Mirella was making Mimi's straps fall off so she could get out. That's something to keep an eye on. Damon moved Mimi back to her own bed. They had now moved to Chicago and Damon put Mimi in the downstairs bed. He sighed and wished he could have stayed, but again. Nick.
Now the Original was determined to be in the good books of the new Elders and had done his annoying thing a little again and had killed the Elders. Damon should go back to setting things right. He couldn't pick up his phone for the very reason that no one uses the app on that phone that he always uses to find Mimi. Mimi has a tiny little transmitter and that's how Damon almost always finds Mimi. He had put the transmitter on Mimi after that hibernation episode. Wallet. Same thing. Not everyone needs to know what Mimi looks like.
He didn't leave a message. He just left once again. I was actually awake when he came into the room to drop off his stuff. I was just pretending to be asleep. I didn't want to make it weird. If he had to make some excuse to leave every time I woke up it was his problem, not mine. I'd start my rehabilitation again and then maybe I'd go on doing gigs. Magnum came back to rehabilitate under Adam's guidance. Nice now I had two sergeants and oh fuck I got a ride. I'd had to do some incredible things to keep these two happy.
I did hear about the Elders and I knew it had taken two days. Then the Lord had gone to celebrate again when Bran had dragged Adam to the party. In the five days that Adam had been rehabilitating me, we hadn't got anywhere else to go. And then the party call came, so I went back to the gigs. The men were fucking and I was working. I did gigs for a week and then I started going back to bakeries and chocolate shops for my training. I wanted to start developing that side of myself.
I talked to Jarod about everything that's happened and told him how Damon killed his girlfriends. It's just funny that the Originals are always at our parties and then they're really good friends with Damon so I don't always believe every word Damon says, at least not completely. Because vampires are complicated and I don't want to have to analyze them. I'm focused on learning. And I started to improve my skills. I got my bon bons right, I got my temper chocolate by chocolate. I knew how to make some chocolate decorations. Chocolate candies.
The pack was in Virginia, I had a PR gig booked that would start in five days but now and maybe Damon could afford a couple of days alone probably in the bedroom. My life was a mess, though. Unless I was being caught by some drug company doing who knows what horrible tests, Damon might have wanted to strengthen me by kidnapping and stabbing me long enough to keep me from getting better and doing a few other things in the process. Or maybe he was just mad at me for something and the result was the same. A couple of times now it had always been a month of Mr's treatment, which was brutal. Not enough for me. I needed to experience the coinage. If Damon hadn't gotten into my head and shocked me as best he could then the demon would have won. And I wish men wouldn't have parties now because I don't want to share, I want my own time with my husband.