We arrived at the church and my goodness it was a big building. We went into the church from the back because the press was so busy filming us. I went to the front room to get ready and Samuel came up to me. He would walk me down the aisle. For some reason, Damon hadn't approved of Bran. When the music started playing, the doors opened and I began to walk slowly and gracefully towards the altar. Mimosa walked beside me on the other side and I saw Mirella in the front row who was quite modestly dressed and clearly irritated. Mimosa then stayed on the other side as Samuel delivered me to Damon's side.

We listened to the priest's speech and then it was back to the wedding vows. Damon looked me firmly in the eye and said " Darling, you took me back when I made the biggest mistake of my life. I won't promise to be such an asshole and make the same mistake again. But I promise you that I love you, now and forever. No matter what or who comes between us. You are mine, always and forever. Like our love. It lasts and is eternal. I promise you that. Darling, thank you for choosing me and taking me back. You are my light."

I swallowed and said, because I had no card now "Damon, I love you, always and forever. my whole existence. I will always be yours, forever because we are soul mates. True soul mates. there is a bond between us that will never be broken. Never to be lost. That bond ties me to you. I will never be adrift as long as you are my true soul mate. And make the same mistake again and you'll see that I will too and I'll always take you back. Damon Salvatore, my soul. The object of my love. I give myself to you completely. always and forever." Damon was silent. Then the priest had us put on the rings and kiss as he pronounced us husband and wife again.

As we started to walk towards the carriages, I already had my first effective flank. We went into the horse-drawn carriage and there I received further treatment for every organ in my body. And my abdominal cavity was now filled with jelly. This was purple. I was completely medicated by the time we got to the castle. And we were filmed and interviewed. Luckily, Adam or Bran or Samuel and even Mimosa always took care of the press. We walked around the yard and I was getting some pretty fucking scary threats and now there were several times that this was close to killing somebody.

Preferably Jarod. That I knew how to serve my lungs well in advance. Adam and Samuel weren't even paying any attention to us. Damon held me in his arms and said " Look darling, a strong telepath. I have assured them there is absolutely nothing to worry about. They don't even remember the whole flank thing. To them, this is just our fabulous wedding. But look, here comes a congressman. Whether this was on our side or not. If not, I'll just have to put that in the hole." I offered my side again and it was even more effective when I actually tried to run away so that Damon had to control me better.

I got double shots and we left the place to get some medicine in my stomach for being so damn naughty. These were a much more stressful wedding than the last one because this one was so much more ready to do. I had to be a much better victim, trying to escape, put up a fight, unload the medicine, and then started taking my rage out on her. Now this is going to be interesting.

I let my rage peek through and Damon noticed. He said to me reproachfully "Darling, haven't I taught you quite a bit over the years about anger management, but fine. soon you will see. And let me tell you, it's not pleasant, but you did it." I didn't care and continued to dismantle or resist the flanks and started to be pretty clear. Damon looked at me for a while and said " The warning has already been given. You have three minutes to put your rage down and keep it down. " I smiled and said " Let's enjoy our wedding, we could do some pretty naughty things here. "

Damon said nothing as he took me into one of the rooms and locked the door. He came over to me and gave me a very strong flank so that even with the rage on display I was pretty stunned. He put me on the bed lying on my stomach and put pillows under my chest so that my head was bent down.

I felt a long needle plunge into my brain and the medicine went in. It always gave me a headache. The needle would change places and the same thing. Finally, my whole head was throbbing and it was really sore so I couldn't concentrate on my rage and it fell down the well by itself. We started walking around the yard again and Damon said. " Do you believe it now, darling? I raised your intracranial pressure quite a bit and it'll be probably 12 hours before it starts to get normal. The next trick and the pressure will be so much that you'll feel really sick, and nauseous but I won't let you vomit. Do you understand?" I nodded.

This boy was serious and now I knew I wasn't causing too much of a disturbance because this one was in a pretty ruthless mood right now. I didn't even begin to think about what the night was going to be like as I tried to concentrate on walking around fully sedated with my head pounding very unpleasantly. This was accompanied by a nice bit of light sensitivity. I knew the symptoms. I was a neurosurgeon.

I tried to behave and then again at the same time make sure I was suitably manageable. Quite a balance of horror. In the evening we went out drinking again. I had four double tequilas and oh that intensified well. I was pretty sedate when we went upstairs. We went into the big bedroom and that's where all the wedding presents had been brought. I knew the gifts from the previous wedding were in storage somewhere too. I was given a strong flank and made to lie down on the bed. Then I was given an injection and everything went black.

When Damon knocked Mimi unconscious, he began to undress his wife, the dress was again carefully put into a safe place and Mimi was cannulated. Damon undressed himself, too, and again he got towels and knives. As Mimi began to regain consciousness, Damon got started. Oh, how he enjoyed it. Every stroke. It was just as perfect as the last time.

My stomach hurt so bad again and I couldn't get anywhere. There was fear and terror. Then I was standing again and the stabbing and the calming continued, the heartbeats. they always started to scare me and yet soon I was listening to them again and calming down. The pain didn't stop. now I was standing and I felt something warm running down my neck. I looked at myself and saw blood coming out of my jugular vein all the time.

Damon held his nail there and calmed me down. It was just as horrible as the last time and it happened several times a night. When I woke up in the morning. My neck was sore. My stomach, my sides, and my ribs were sore because I remembered Damon breaking my ribs several times. I was already fully medicated when Damon helped me put on my dress for the day.

I could feel my belly cavity already full and Damon was rubbing it with happiness. Apparently, I was already gelled. We went downstairs for food and breakfast. Again there was the press. I wondered to myself how I cut the cake yesterday, how I was normal, how we danced and yet I was up to my eyeballs in tranquilizers the whole time. Just like today.

The day went on as the day before. I was heavily drugged the whole time and now there wasn't even a terrible option to resist because this was controlling me so damn completely. Oh, the Original boys were here and Damon wouldn't put up with those two no matter what. But I didn't start to analyze it, as I was in the grip of the duration flank all the time. And they didn't notice anything strange in my behavior either.

Damon smiled in satisfaction. Oh, my husband is so fucking strong that he can influence Original vampires. Well, that's the knowledge that's very healthy to have in your head so never even try to underestimate this specimen. we ate, we drank we socialized. We were on camera. Now I was wearing a silver metallic-looking dress. It was as if I was wearing molten metal. it once again showed off all my forms. Or their lack of them. The evening came and the same thing. I had so many strong drinks that they went to my head and badly.

All day long I had been receiving a steady stream of threats about when everyone would be a victim. He even showed me how he coated the needle of a flank syringe with his own blood. Yeah, I was good. We went back up at the end of the night and the same thing. I was unconscious before I could really even react. and I started to come to when I was hurt. My ribs were broken.

I stood up and Damon opened the jugular with a machete. He sliced open my windpipe. many times. He stabbed me, and hard. He took my whole chest and squeezed. It was the roughest night yet and I was incredibly sore in the morning. And medicated. now I was awake when he started jelling and I could feel this purple jelly covering every organ and it was coming under my skin now.

The dress of the day was a tiger skin that went all the way to the surface. I was so sore I didn't even try to move any extra. Damon could always feel where I was sore and loved to press on those spots. That's usually when I'd collapse against him and just try to hold on. Then he always stopped at some point.

He told Adam and the others how we were going to leave tonight already and go to the Azores for a few weeks. Adam had some little pussy attached to him again as did Samuel and Bran. And the magnum. Now the Original brothers were nowhere to be seen all day and Damon always kept my hand to himself and I could feel him watching my thoughts.

When evening came we had another strong drink. Then we got in the car and he put me in the back seat and lowered the seat back again. He tied my hand to the hook in the trunk and jellied my stomach with now turquoise jelly. Mimosa and Mirella had gotten into my head and Damon had stunned both of them at the same time.

He rubbed the jelly all over my belly cavity. Pressing and squeezing to make sure it sank in everywhere. I was all gelled up, but this was a different medicine and for some reason, this one endured. It wasn't a wonderful feeling but it made me so tired that I fell asleep. I slept through the drive after Damon had lifted up my seat and put my seatbelt on.

I woke up tied to the table and Damon was sitting on the bar stool again waiting. His three knives were ready but there were more. He started again with ten strokes and broke my ribs. This he did for a while, and then he turned me over on my stomach. Now it was ten strokes and spines. There were some ribs, but the occipital ribs were good targets now.

Sometimes it was a drugged standing up again so he had to slit my whole neck open. Fear and horror. Calming down. He healed me every now and then with his own blood and continued. He kept talking about them 21. This was the punishment for them. A lesson, he said, that it didn't matter if we were married or not. I just shouldn't be having such brazen affairs. This lesson went on for a week. After that, it was all over. I didn't get better. I was in pain, aching all over, and my ribs were in pieces.

Then he put my ribs about right, delivered me to the North Dakota house, and put me to bed. At no point did he ask for the phone. This was just a teaching session and since I wasn't strong enough yet he had to make it shorter than I deserved. I deserved one day for every man. "But darling, one day, you will be strong enough. I know you well enough that you'll do another one and then I'll get to punish and train you again. Now sleepy time." Those were the last words I heard.

For another week I was incredibly tender. I went to Colin for a check and he said "You're fine, but I have a new contraceptive for you. You take it once a week and it works. It doesn't smell so Damon shouldn't notice. " I was in two minds whether to tell Colin about Damon's own request and he actually made me promise, but then I kept quiet. I thanked Colin and took the first capsule on his watch. Damon texted me when it had been a week since he left me in bed. " Baby, the Azores are waiting. Our real honeymoon. I hope the lesson was learned once and for all but I'm always up for repeating the lesson. Come to Tennessee and make room in your schedule because, little bitch, a pussy vacation awaits." I started to organize my schedule. I got substitutes to plan the gigs, I made sure Mimosa didn't have any European gigs coming up. I'd had time to do some work and planning but now I was off. I went for a drive to Tennessee.